Ninth class citizen

Chapter 322 Her Special Circumstances
Catwoman Mengshan's profession is a sorcerer. This is a profession that Nan Rong has never heard of before, but in the plane she lives in, which is full of ghosts and vengeful spirits, it is an extremely powerful profession.

The octopus-man in the front row is called Tafa. He claims to be an ordinary, unskilled artist who never expected to be chosen and entrusted with such an important task.

There was also a handsome young man named Heyal with almond-shaped eyes and a ponytail. He came from a plane that had been reduced to ruins by war and was considered an excellent engineer.

Nan Rong doesn't have the habit of speaking too intimately with people she doesn't know well, even though these people in front of her are very likely to be her future classmates.

“I’m a pharmacist,” she said casually. “From a hierarchical interstellar federation.”

Time always flies when you're interacting with someone. The octopus-man had already reached the front of the line and announced his name.

The man in blue robes in charge of registration didn't show any surprise at his appearance. He simply tapped a few times on a black platform, and a beam of snow-white light shone down on Tafa's head.

The man in blue glanced at the black platform and said, "The Zhen realm, plane 75631, is the examiner Senior Enski?"

“Yes,” Tafa nodded in response.

The white light vanished. A deep blue ring appeared out of thin air in the hand of the man in blue.

“You’re very lucky.” He smiled. “Senior Enski is experienced and very responsible. This is the spatial ring he prepared for you in advance. It contains the most suitable body-shaping material for you, as well as some other supplies.”

"Really?" The octopus-man Tafa was overjoyed, and the people around him also showed undisguised envy.

After all, of all the people who were in line just now, only Tafa received this special gift.

“Of course.” The man in blue slipped the ring into his palm and pointed to a long series of spatial portals behind him:
"Your soul strength is level seven. Normally you should go to Gate Seven for body shaping, but with these materials, you can go directly to Gate Six."

"Thank you, senior!" Tafa rushed into the spatial portal marked with the number six, forgetting even to say goodbye to Mengshan Nanrong and the others.

"Don't be discouraged," the man in blue said loudly to the new students behind him. "Body shaping can be done at any time. As your soul strength increases and you obtain better body shaping materials—as long as you work hard, everyone has a chance!"

His words successfully comforted the remaining new trainees.

Next up was the handsome young man with a ponytail, Heyal.

The white light detected his origin: he belonged to the 39621st plane of the Meng clan, and his soul strength was at the eighth level. The senior in green gave him two sets of body-shaping materials, plus a small badge engraved with a golden paulownia seed.

"This badge."

“I know,” Hayal said. “I just heard you introduce it to the other students. This is a miniature micro-brain that is standard equipment for every student in the academy. It has multiple functions such as viewing notifications, courses, and communication.”

Senior Qingyi had already repeated the same words many times, so he was naturally happy to save himself the trouble.

"Gate number eight." He pointed behind him.

Next up was Mengshan. The white testing light continued to shine down, and the senior in blue looked up, a rare look of surprise in his eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've seen any new students from the Qian Dimension." He gave the catwoman a serious look: "She was personally selected by Instructor Fang Xiao."

"I don't quite understand. Is there something wrong with the Qian-type plane?" Mengshan subconsciously bit his fingers, appearing somewhat nervous.

“No problem, it’s just quite special.” Senior Qingyi patiently explained, “The Qian and Kun genera are the earliest initial plane groups in this universe. The other sixty-two genera were derived later and are fundamentally different from the Qian and Kun genera.”

"So, is this a good thing or a bad thing?" The kitten girl looked at him expectantly, her pupils slits. "How should I put it?" The man in blue sighed, "The difficulty of the missions in the Qiankun and Qiankun planes is much higher than that in the derivative planes. But as long as you can complete the missions in this plane, the rewards you receive and your status in the academy will definitely be higher than those of students in other planes."

"Instructor Fang Xiao's strength is widely acknowledged. Although you are new here, your mental strength has already reached level five. Take your time, you should be able to complete it."

As he spoke, he reached out and gently grasped at the air, and three items appeared in his palm:

A bundle of animal fur shimmering with an orange glow, a crooked, grayish-black twig, and a small gold badge.

"The hair on the neck of the brocade tiger, the branches of the ten-thousand-year-old black unicorn wood. This is your body sculpting material."

"Gate Five." He pointed behind him: "Once you get there, someone will guide you on how to sculpt your body."

Nan Rong gave her name, and a white light shone on her body, making her feel warm all over.

A meaningless snowflake appeared on the black platform, and no prompts appeared for a long time.

The man in blue robes before Nan Rong initially smiled and reassured her, "Don't worry. I guess your plane is among the last dozen or so. Those later planes are affected by the increase in cosmic entropy, so their number increases exponentially, making them more difficult to search."

But as time passed, the Blackrock platform remained unchanged, showing no sign of progress.

The man in blue frowned, then forcibly shut off the white light and searched again, but the result was still the same.

He seemed to suddenly remember something, and looked up at Nan Rong: "Who was your examiner? He probably forgot to enter your student information."

Just as Nan Rong was about to answer, a bright white light suddenly appeared beside her.

A tall, handsome man holding a jade ruler suddenly appeared beside her.

Upon seeing the newcomer, the senior student in green immediately composed himself and bowed, saying:

"Instructor Zhou, why did you come in person?"

“I’ve come to see her.” Instructor Zhou smiled slightly, gently placing the jade ruler on Nan Rong’s shoulder. “Her situation is a bit special. So someone asked me to personally oversee her body shaping. You can continue.”

After saying this, Coach Zhou and Nan Rong completely disappeared from everyone's sight.

The freshmen who were behind them were all extremely surprised.

"Senior, who is that Instructor Zhou from earlier?"

"Isn't that girl named Nan Rong here doing body shaping with everyone else?"

The senior in blue robes concealed his surprise and regained his previous gentle and calm demeanor.

"Instructor Zhou is a senior instructor at the academy. You may have the opportunity to hear his teachings in the future." He stopped there.

Moreover, he was also the dean's personal assistant, responsible for handling various affairs when the dean was away, including listening to reports from the dean's committee on his behalf. His high status and great power were far beyond what the new students could imagine.

But why would someone like that personally pay attention to such a trivial matter as a new student's body shaping?
Could it be that her examiner knew she had made the mistake of omitting information and asked Professor Zhou for a favor?
Even so, all he needed to do was give a heads-up; there was no need for him to make the trip, take the person away, and personally oversee the body sculpting.