Ninth class citizen

Chapter 7 Provincial Ace VS Fake University
The Special Affairs Bureau's micro-hover vehicle is much more comfortable and faster than the Cold Iron H-type.

Just at a quarter past nine, they arrived at Apocalypse Square.

When landing, Nan Rong received a notification of the arrival of the money.

"Fifty-five thousand Cowans?" She looked up in surprise.

"Yu Cheng." Bosen explained, "He has awakened his spiritual ability, and his wanted level has been upgraded from F to E. However, he is less dangerous than Stone, so the bounty is slightly lower."

"Thank you very much." Nan Rong got out of the car, but found that the huge square was empty. Only the signs of two universities were still erected. One of them was dismantling the simple building facilities built by the admissions office.

There were two medium-sized hovercrafts parked behind the Admissions Office. Some new students who had been admitted through supplementary enrollment were boarding the vehicles and helping the admissions office staff to carry extra supplies.

Nan Rong suddenly became anxious and even forgot to say goodbye to Bosen. He ran to the admissions desk that had not yet been dismantled and shouted loudly, "Please wait a moment!"

The admissions teacher of Hexi Nengwu University observed her speed throughout the whole process and smiled gently: "Don't worry, our school still has vacancies. Let's take our time. You can register first, and then go in to test various values..."

As he spoke, he pointed his finger at Nan Rongxu a few times and transferred several spreadsheets directly to her wrist terminal: "Don't feel burdened. Judging from your speed just now, your agility and physique should be above the limit. If your strength is also..."

Before the teacher finished speaking, he found that Nan Rong had already returned the spreadsheet and turned away without hesitation.

"Hey?" He called out in confusion, "Where are you going? Except for our Hexi Nengwu University, all other schools' supplementary enrollment quotas have been filled! Classmates, cherish the opportunity!"

"I'm sorry, your school doesn't offer the major I want to choose." Nan Rong said without even turning his head, turned into a whirlwind, and rushed to the sign of another school.

The teacher at Hexi University was confused: "Isn't she a warrior? Looking at the entire Hexi Province, which school has a stronger combat major than ours? Could it be that fake university across the street?"

The freshmen standing behind him also looked at each other in confusion.

The fake university the teacher was referring to was the Hilo Star University which was busy closing down next door.

Although the name sounds grand, it was actually a technical college. After being acquired by Xinghua Group a few years ago, it was transformed and upgraded into a comprehensive private university.

Hilo Star has all the majors that other comprehensive universities offer, and they also offer majors that other universities do not offer.

However, the major is newly established, the teachers are newly hired, there are no teaching results yet, and the school is ranked at the bottom in the entire Xiluo Star.

For example, why there are only these two universities left in the square now, there are reasons for each:

The reason for the admission of Hexi Nengwu University was that the standards were too high, and most of the qualified students were recommended for admission long ago, so it took a while to screen out qualified students; and the reason for the admission of Hilo Xinghua University was that not many people applied because of its bad reputation, and it was only until recently that the required number was barely reached.

Nan Rong was completely unaware of the inside stories between universities.

When she stood in front of the admissions office, several students had just carried the table away.

"You're late." The admissions teacher said lazily, standing aside with his arms folded, instructing the students to start removing the school nameplates.

"But it's only nine o'clock now." Nan Rong argued: "Isn't the deadline for supplementary enrollment until twelve o'clock?"

"You also know that it's a supplementary enrollment." The teacher's eyes moved around her faded school uniform and shook his head: "It will end when the quota is full. You see, other colleges and universities have already left. We are all too late."

Before Nan Rong could say anything more, a freshman who had just passed the supplementary enrollment jumped out:
"What's wrong with you? Don't you understand what I'm saying?" The red-haired boy frowned and looked her up and down: "Leave quickly, don't delay our freshmen's admission to school."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Nan Rong and smiled at the teacher: "She's just a local girl... Teacher, why bother talking to her?"

Di Ding refers to people who are from a family of ninth-class citizens for more than three generations. They often have no background or support, and no development potential. They are synonymous with being treated casually. Nan Rong did not dwell on this title. She turned around and said to Bosen who had followed her all the way: "I want to report it."

"Report what?" asked Bosen in confusion.

"Just report this student from the eighth-magnitude star Anerqi for illegally occupying the resources of a ninth-magnitude university." Nan Rong said with a serious face.

"College immigration?" Bosen frowned. "This is the focus of the strict inspection this year. Student, please show me your federal personal universal number."

The Federation has a separate incentive policy for the ninth-class citizens, who make up the largest proportion of the population. Every year, each top university will allocate a certain number of places to the ninth-class stars. But in fact, this policy is often used by citizens above the eighth class.

First, go to a local university of the ninth magnitude and reserve a place. With the resources and connections at home, you will surely stand out in your own school, and then be admitted to a top university as a matter of course.

As for the real ninth-class citizens, no matter how outstanding they are, it is difficult for them to stand out.

The male student who had just spoken had changed his expression.

"You, who are you and why do you care so much?" He appeared to be timid but inwardly weak.

The admissions teacher next to him recognized the uniform that Bosen was wearing.

He walked over with a smile, stretched out his right hand to Bosen, and whispered, "Give me some face... This kind of thing shouldn't be the responsibility of the Special Affairs Bureau, right?"

Bosen took a step back. "Don't try to get close to me. The Special Affairs Bureau monitors all industries. Strictly speaking, there is nothing we cannot control... I'll say it one last time. Show me your federal universal code, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

The boy reluctantly showed his ID code, and it turned out that he was from the eighth-magnitude star An Erqi.

"Here's a piece of advice for you." Nan Rong said to the boy who looked as if he was dead: "If you want to take advantage of the landowners, you should first learn their accent."

"Is there a vacancy now?" asked Parsons.

"Yes." The teacher said weakly.

"Okay." Bosen patted Nan Rong's shoulder and whispered a contact number in her ear.

"If you have any questions, you can contact me," he said.

"Thank you." Nan Rong said sincerely.

"No need." Parsons laughed softly, "You just did me a favor worth thirty thousand Cowans."

Nan Rong was puzzled, but was too lazy to delve into it.

Bosen took the male student away, and she turned to the admissions teacher:

“Are there any tests that need to be done?”

"The equipment has been taken away, what are you still testing?" The teacher said in a sluggish tone, "You can even ask the Special Affairs Bureau to be your guarantor, so this spot belongs to you."

He operated on his smart computer for a few times and sent a few electronic forms over: "Fill it out, and come over to help move things when you're done."

(End of this chapter)