Ninth class citizen

Chapter 388 Distributing Gifts
It was already afternoon when they returned to the college. Nan Rong sent a notice in the experimental class group, telling everyone that there would be a pop quiz the next day.

Sang Pei felt both expectant and apprehensive. The first-level A-grade gene optimizer had worked very well; her various attributes had increased by about 40 points each, with her intelligence and perception both approaching 120, reaching a level she had never dared to imagine.

The cultivation of the Spiritual Sea Law also went unexpectedly smoothly. In just over ten days, both the total amount of spiritual power and the ability to control it improved by leaps and bounds.

The fourth-stage extraction of the original solution, which I dared not attempt before, has now become extremely easy, and the purity can be stably maintained at over 70%.

There's also potion synthesis. Just yesterday, she tried synthesizing a Tier 1 gene optimizer, and unexpectedly succeeded on her first try! The potion even reached Tier 1, Grade E!
There is a dedicated potion recycling shop within the academy, where the prices of all kinds of potions are quite reasonable.

When Sang Pei went to sell the medicine, the teacher in charge of recycling used the verification module built into the smart brain to scan him lightly, and his eyes, which were originally half-open, immediately widened.

He looked her over carefully for a few moments, then transferred 50 yuan to her account: "Are you also in the first-year experimental class? Your classmates have all made great progress recently!"

"Really?" Sang Pei smiled slightly.

She could guess why he asked that question.

Every student in the experimental class received an A-grade gene optimization agent, and with the incredibly magical mental cultivation method, the abilities of the synthesized potions would definitely be enhanced across the board.

In comparison, my current level is probably still below average in the class.

Sang Pei left for quite a while before the teacher finally looked away.

"The younger generation is truly formidable." He sighed softly as he opened the special storage cabinet for gene optimizers behind him and carefully placed the Tier 1 E-grade optimizer that Sang Pei had brought into the storage compartment labeled "First Year Experimental Class".

In that storage compartment, more than 500 vials of gold crystal injections were neatly arranged. Among them, the most eye-catching were several vials of second-stage gene optimization agents placed on the top layer. The first one was already at the second-stage C grade.

"It's almost full." He muttered to himself, taking down the "First Year Regular Class" sign from the upper storage compartment and hanging it in a corner of the second-year compartment.

The entire second-year storage room now only contains a few dozen gene-optimizing agents; there is plenty of space left.

The pharmacist looked at the two completely opposite boxes, smiled, and shook his head. "Only one day of teaching, and such results! If they can keep this up, those kids will be unstoppable!"

Nan Rong is in the mentor's office building, distributing gifts to her colleagues in the first-year group.

She herself couldn't recall such a thing, but Jacob, as a competent steward, had an obligation to remind her.

It's a customary, non-mandatory rule. Nan Rong has been away for so long, and she's attending such an important national event on Glory Star. Everyone knows her itinerary, so it wouldn't be appropriate for her to go without anything.

While still aboard the spaceship, the dutiful Jacob had already consulted with Nan Rong and prepared an exquisite gift for each of the faculty and staff members of the academy, based on their names.

However, while Jacob delivered the gifts for everyone else, Nan Rong personally distributed the gifts for the first-year teachers.

It was right at the end of the second class in the afternoon. The instructors had all returned to their offices to prepare lessons, chat, and rest. Everyone was there, which saved her a lot of trouble.

Most of the mentors in the first-year group are fifth-level gene optimization specialists.

They had already heard about Nan Rong's glorious achievements in the special examination through various channels, and coupled with the aura of her being the president's fiancée, they were all very enthusiastic towards her, happily accepting the gift box and expressing their gratitude with smiles. The gift box was quite exquisite, wrapped in a layer of beautiful natural colored silk, clearly indicating its high value.

Just as the distribution was about to be completed, a person with a frown and a stern face suddenly entered the office.

The moment he opened his mouth, the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere in the room vanished instantly.

"What are you doing? As a mentor, your primary focus should be teaching. If you're just working hard for half the month and only thinking about giving gifts to please your colleagues, you might as well quit your job and go home to be a good wife and mother—don't mislead your students."

After reviewing the list of all faculty and staff members, Nan Rong immediately recognized the person in front of her as Hei Mukan, a sixth-level gene optimization specialist.

He wasn't the first member of the Kuroki family to attack him without cause. Compared to young master Kuroki Shoya, this kind of verbal abuse was nothing.

But arguing with such a person is indeed beneath you.

At times like these, Florent, who was right behind her, came in handy.

"Excuse my poor eyesight, may I ask who you are?" Florent asked politely, "Are you also a tutor for the first-year group?"

Kuroki Kan snorted coldly and did not respond, but another instructor spoke up to smooth things over: "Yes, this is Kuroki Kan, the instructor who teaches first-year potion synthesis."

"I've heard so much about you!" Florent raised his voice dramatically. "But if I may be so bold, your name doesn't seem to be on the academy's faculty roster, so we didn't prepare a gift for you today. Is there some kind of error?"

As he finished speaking, he adopted an innocent expression. It seemed unintentional, but it only made Hei Mukan's face darken further.

Ever since the academy sent Nan Rong an appointment letter, he, as the original first-year pharmaceutical synthesis tutor, went directly to Dean Xiong Ren to express his doubts about Nan Rong's teaching ability.

Dean Xiong not only did not adopt his opinion, but also gave him a few words of advice, telling him to broaden his mind and not to be overly critical of young people.

It actually implies that he is narrow-minded and cannot stand others being better than him.

Hei Mukan was not one to swallow his anger, so he immediately applied for a long leave of absence. His intention was to retreat in order to advance, but to his surprise, Dean Xiong smiled and simply withdrew his employment contract, terminating his employment directly.

Heimukan was so angry his teeth and liver ached. No one cared about the extra income from being a tutor; what mattered was the title: a tutor in pharmaceutical synthesis at the Federal Gene Optimization Institute, respected wherever he went. And then there were his students, who, no matter how far they went, would always bow their heads before him—how could he possibly let go so easily?

Fortunately, the students he had taught with all his heart were discerning.

On Nan Rong's first day of class, they discovered that she was all bark and no bite, so most of them left on their own initiative and reported to the academic affairs office to request a change of tutor.

However, the academy did not intend to invite Blackwood back, but instead had Jose, who was also at the sixth level, teach them.

In the end, it was only through the intervention of a prominent figure from the Childe family that Dean Xiong reluctantly agreed to allow him to remain as a lecturer.

But for some reason, even after teaching for half a month, Heimukan still hasn't received any offer letter. And the name that was removed from the mentor list on the school's intranet hasn't been added back.