Chapter 1002 - 1001: Three Seats Still Empty Beside Her

Qin Xin didn’t dwell on the birthmark for too long.

After all, what’s most important now is to uncover the identity of the Red Robe Tutor, figure everything out, and find a way home as soon as possible to leave this place.

Maybe once she’s back with Mr. Nalan, the birthmark will disappear.

Having tidied up, she remembered the breakfast outside the door.

She couldn’t let down Little Dou’er’s kind gesture.

Opening the large food box, it was indeed as Little Dou’er had said, all... meat.

Chunks of chicken, beef, fish, lamb... the only thing that wasn’t a meat chunk was the lean meat porridge.

Uh, kid, this is breakfast, are you sure it’s okay for me to eat this much meat?

Moreover, the diet here really is... quite plain and unvarnished.

Meats are simply chopped into chunks, boiled in water, and served, seasoned only with salt and no other spices.

Argh, argh, argh.

Missing Mr. Nalan and Master Tuantuan’s impressive culinary skills intensely, right?

Qin Xin picked at it and took a small bite, already feeling like she couldn’t swallow and was stuffed, but felt guilty wasting food, so she thought about it, sealed it up, and put it in the dorm fridge.

She’d heat it up and eat it next time.

The bell on the playground rang again.

Little Dongju reminded, "Oh no, Master, I see from the student handbook that the first bell in the morning is the pre-class silence bell, and we don’t have much time!"

Qin Xin pinched her brow: "Alright then, let’s go to class."

She’s never been this punctual for class in her life.

Just wondering if she could nap on the desk for a bit, she’s so tired.

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In the classroom.

Qin Xin was speechless as she curled her lips.

Damn, in this cursed place, you can’t even sleep in class!

Because, there’s literally no desk! Damn, there’s no chair either.

In the large classroom, the floor was marked with red lines dividing it into 60 squares, each student picked a square to stand in, which was their spot for class.

The students who arrived early had already grabbed the seats at the front.

Qin Xin practically entered the classroom last, with only four empty squares left in the back row, so she chose one at random.

Young Master Jing saw and came over, standing next to the female student beside her: "Excuse me, can we discuss something?"

The female student blushed bashfully: "Young Master Jing, I’ll agree to anything you say."

Jing Zhichen nodded: "Great. Could you give up this spot? I’ll give you my front row spot."

Female student: "..."

What?

So Young Master Jing wants to be desk mates next to the ugly girl?

The bashful face immediately fell.

Ding Dou in the front row also wanted to switch spots but didn’t dare ask, frequently glancing back.

Qin Xin looked at the three remaining spots in the last row and was just about to remind Ding Dou to come over.

Then she heard Jing Zhichen warmly explain, "These three spots are already reserved by the tutor for the other three students in the class who haven’t registered yet."

Qin Xin was surprised: "There are students who haven’t registered yet?"

Jing Zhichen nodded: "Yes. I heard there was a hiccup during the examination, so these three will arrive at school a bit later."

Qin Xin: "Oh."

She wondered who these people might be, to arrive even later than her.

"Ding ling ling..."

The second bell rang.

The first lesson for new students officially began.

The one who entered was the same tutor from last night’s test.

The tutor who had been so terrified by Qin Xin destroying the stone tablet last night had to brace himself to come to class, which wasn’t easy.

He first introduced the students to the majestic and mighty founding history of the Divine Academy, telling of how it swept across the four seas, gave rise to the empire’s major protectors, and how it ranks at the forefront of the Holy Hall as the most important cradle for supplying the empire with exceptional second-generation supernatural ability users...