Ancient Dragon in Arknights

The welcome ceremony for new students consisted of several parts, starting with General Victoria, who was invited by the college to participate in the ceremony.

To be honest, Nazario's knowledge of this general was limited—his achievements were negligible, amounting to little more than leading his troops to victory in several suppression campaigns and small-scale wars. While the general might be appealing to Victorians, Nazario was far from deserving.

The generals that Nesario admired were all fierce warriors who had earned their fearsome reputations in the Four Emperors War, but unfortunately Victoria did not manage to recruit such big shots.

The atmosphere was ignited during the general's final welcome, followed by speeches from the principal and others.

This process seems to be universal, but what sets the Royal Guard Academy apart is that its speeches are very meaningful, unlike those of some lousy schools—which are long, tedious, and practically like a shroud.

The opening ceremony in the morning ended quickly and the students were dismissed.

After leaving the room in an orderly fashion, the new students were free to do as they pleased, as their first class was not until the afternoon.

"Miss Rita! Miss Chen!"

Nesario quickly found two "friends" in the crowd.

Hearing Nesario's call, the two stopped and turned around at the same time.

"Is there a problem?"

Rita calmly inquired, and many freshmen passing by noticed this strange trio: two girls and one boy. The boy was tall, handsome, and sharp; the two girls each had their own unique charm, with Victorian style and Chinese elegance colliding together, making it hard to know which side to look at.

"The three of us arrived at school on the same day, and now we're even in the same class. I think this is what they call fate—if you don't mind, would you like to have lunch together? We'll be classmates from now on, and maybe we'll need to help each other in the future."

"...I have no problem."

Rita thought for a moment. She had been somewhat concerned about her identity, but since no one knew about it yet, she decided to let things take their course—something she had learned from her roommate.

Thank you for the invitation, but regarding this matter, I still...

Because of certain experiences she had in her childhood, Chen Huijie put a lot of pressure on herself, and this pressure kept pushing her forward!

Socializing with classmates, indulging in life's pleasures, and relaxing entertainment—in her view, these were all unnecessary, offering no help in achieving her goals and only wasting her time. Therefore, unsurprisingly, she accepted Nethario's invitation...

"What?! A dinner party! Invite me in! Chenchen—you're so mean! You ignored me when I invited you before."

The orange-haired "evil" star bursts into the battlefield!

Fiona was also assigned to this class. Nesario wasn't familiar with her, so he didn't include her in his plans.

Fiona overheard everything as he invited two acquaintances!

Oh my god! They actually planned to steal my Chenchen away when I wasn't looking!

This clansman should not be underestimated!

But the women of Waifan dare to face any challenge!

Looking at the orange-haired girl in front of him, Nesario felt fortunate for his choice to expand his social circle.

Look! It hasn't been long, and not only have new companions joined, but they are even from the same race.

Congratulations.

"Miss, would you like to come along? We're both freshmen, and it's essential to help each other. As a fellow Vaiva, I'd love to welcome you!"

"Of course I'm going! Chenchen is my best friend! I have to be with her! My name is Fiona Yang, and I'm Chenchen's roommate and best friend!"

Ah—could this be the legendary "warm little sun"?

Looking at the passionate girl before him, Nesario felt as if he had been purified, and he felt ashamed of the little thoughts in his heart.

This strengthened his resolve to get to know Fiona. With such an enthusiastic classmate, he was certain he could get her help in the future when he encountered trouble or felt down!

And so, Nesario, along with three others, made a grand procession of four towards the cafeteria.

During this time, the boys who hadn't yet established contact with the girls were utterly dismayed by what they saw.

'Why! Why does that guy have so many girls around him?!'

Blonde hair, blue hair, orange hair; serious, aloof, passionate; wielding a shield axe, a katana, a gunlance—what? Are you playing Pokémon?! Unlocking your Pokédex?!

Countless male students secretly held a grudge against Nesario, vowing revenge!

Aside from the boys who were restless due to puberty, there was another person who was also bewildered in the wind.

Wearing a Victorian military uniform, Lori watched the four-person group walk away in the distance. Unfortunately, she was assigned to a different class than Rita, so she rushed to find her as soon as the class ended.

Given Rita's awkward personality, she would never have any friends, so the only option was for her to take the initiative to invite her—that was the original plan.

"Hmm, very good. It seems my dear Rita can make friends, and quite a few at that."

And that so-called romantic encounter seems to have been nothing more than a scam by a scumbag.

Lori noted down what happened today.

Chapter Sixteen Roommate

The meal itself was unremarkable; everyone simply introduced themselves, and only they themselves knew how much of that self-introduction was genuine.

From this small gathering, Nesario learned the following:

Rita comes from a local aristocratic family in Victoria, but according to her, because she is not the eldest son, she is almost on the periphery of the family and lacks a voice. She suggests that when you talk to her, you don't need to treat her as an aristocrat.

Chen Huijie said her situation was similar, except that she was born in Yan Country. Not only was she not the eldest son, but she was also a girl, and Yan Country placed more emphasis on boys; people did not need to have any reservations when communicating with her.

Fiona said she was also Victorian, that her family were farmers, and that she had even helped drive the tractor for her family since she was a child. She then went on and on about her fond memories of life in the countryside, many of which were things that a sheltered young lady like herself would never have heard of.

Before they knew it, Rita and Chen Huijie had also perked up their ears and were listening quietly.

This further convinced Nesario that he needed to cultivate a good relationship with them. Although both noble ladies claimed to be down-to-earth, it was hard to imagine them standing with peasant children. That's just how nobles are—many incompetent people live off the legacy of their ancestors while looking down on those who truly earn their living through their own hard work.

Nesario had witnessed the arrogant behavior of those wealthy young men on campus; their intelligence was inversely proportional to their temper, managing to be both intellectually deficient and haughty.

Of course, such guys are usually the most foolish among the tycoons who have no right to inherit.

Rich people aren't all fools. They wouldn't hand over their vast fortunes to such an idiot. Those heirs to tycoons are usually very shrewd and cunning. They have to fight against other heirs and negotiate with external forces. They have a remarkable vision even at a young age. As for those marginal figures who look stupid... well, when you see a clown in front of you, you'd probably tip him a little to make him have some fun, wouldn't you?

In short, it's good that neither Rita nor Chen Huijie were bound by so-called class.

As for Nesario himself?

He told the truth that he was born into an ordinary middle-class family in Colombia and had an exceptionally outstanding older sister. He was constantly compared to his sister from a young age; now he couldn't stand it anymore, so he ran away from Colombia.

Yes, there's not a single false story in it!

After having a less-than-ideal lunch at Victoria, Nesario decided to return to his dormitory.

His main purpose, of course, was to meet his mysterious roommate, who should have arrived at the school by now, otherwise he would lose his admission; the Royal Guard School was a bit strict about this.

As soon as I opened the door—sure enough, there were several more pairs of shoes on the shoe rack by the door, and some other items had also been added to certain parts of the living room.

The shoes were perfectly neat, the items were arranged logically, and most importantly—my things hadn't been moved!

A person's character and whether their habits are healthy can be analyzed from some small details. At this moment, Nesario can confirm that his roommate is at least not a useless person.

Knock knock—Nesario knocked on the door. Since they would be living under the same roof for at least a year, he definitely had to say hello.

Click—accompanied by the soft click of the lock cylinder, the door opened.

"Hello, what can I do?"

The person peeking out from the doorway was Nesario's future roommate. To be honest—is this guy really a boy?

Her light blue long hair was braided and placed at the back of her head, with dark blue highlights at the ends; her dark blue forked horns also presented an arc that seemed to wrap around her head; her purple eyes were calm and expressionless, and she did not show any obvious surprise even when she saw a monster like Neltharion for the first time; her cheeks were thin and delicate, definitely the type that girls would like.

What's even more striking is his physique. Unlike Nesario's muscular and ferocious build, this Vayvan fellow was quite thin. His tight-fitting military uniform made his limbs look like bamboo poles, and his slender waist made one wonder if his belt was fastened properly. In contrast to his slender body, this fellow's tail was surprisingly large.

Extending from the tailbone, the tail is extremely thick at the end, gradually tapering until it grows a sharp, pointed dorsal fin.

'His tail probably absorbed all his nutrients.'

"Hello, I'm your roommate. I'm Nezario from Colombia. Nice to meet you."

A greeting that is neither too warm nor too cold is neither overly enthusiastic nor distant or indifferent.

"Hello, my name is Fisher, I'm from Victoria. Nice to meet you."

"You came to the dorm quite late, you probably still have things to finish. I won't bother you any longer, goodbye."

"See you."

And so, the first meeting between the roommates came to a successful end.

Neither of them noticed anything wrong with the other, and both thought the other should be an easy person to get along with.

Although both of them are very individualistic.

Fisher continued tidying up his quarters, while Nesario returned to his room to rest, though he had no idea what the first class of the afternoon would be about.

But his intuition told him that it was best to maintain his peak condition.

The first rule of university survival: Don't skip classes at the beginning of the semester, because that's a good opportunity to make a first impression on the teacher. Skipping classes at this time will result in a 50% failure rate. Correspondingly, you can't skip classes near the end of the semester either, because if you are caught at this time, all the hard work and preparation of the semester will be wasted, and failing the course is inevitable.

Well, the rest will be added later.

Nesario decided to be in top form for the afternoon's classes.

......

"Class 1 (10), proceed to Test Site No. 1 within five minutes. Anyone who is late, prepare to die!"

It was already afternoon when Nesario and the others saw the message on the terminals distributed by the school.

The message was sent through the college's internal network, and the sender's note was "Teaching Assistant for Class 10"—which is the traditional class teacher. This concept does not exist in universities because universities emphasize student self-management, and students seek different teachers to solve different problems according to their different needs. However, in order to have someone in charge of organizing in case of emergencies, teaching assistants were created.

For specific events, contact the specific teacher; for general events, prioritize teaching assistants.

Judging from the other party's rather wild tone—they're up to no good.

P.S.: The military uniform I forgot to post before:

Chapter Seventeen Entrance Examination