Did the villainous professor survive today?

Krenk finished his demonstration of magic, straightened the hem of his suit, and smoothed out the wrinkles in his formal attire.

"As I said at the opening ceremony the day before yesterday, once the fledglings see higher mountains and more distant forests, they will spread their wings and fly to a wider blue sky."

Kroenke returned to the podium and tapped the table.

"But this is on the premise that your wings are fully grown. Don't try to fly before you can walk, or you'll just crash in mid-air and end up with a bloody head."

Krenk glanced out of the corner of his eye at the pendulum clock placed next to the classroom.

It's almost time.

That concludes today's lesson. Does anyone have any questions?

Kroenke's gaze was serious. Noticing that no one raised any questions, he nodded.

"get out of class dismissed!"

After saying that, he walked towards the door, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of his back.

Watching Krenk's tall figure disappear through the doorway, Meiwen sighed in frustration, her fingernails scratching marks on the innocent textbook cover.

I had originally planned to embarrass Kroenke in front of everyone.

She imagined that Kroenke would panic when she asked him to demonstrate elemental affinity.

Now look what happened; he's become the scapegoat he used to make an example of someone.

They were even publicly questioned about whether they were moldy grape juice—that was really going too far…

Meiwen shook her head, trying to shake off these negative emotions.

She switches her thoughts very quickly.

However, there were some gains, at least one thing: Krenk had unlocked his spiritual vision, so future plans against him could no longer be carried out using spiritual vision.

Mei Wen gave a cold laugh.

No problem. Since that's the case, let me enjoy the feeling of slowly hunting you one more time.

Everything you took from me and my father, I will take back.

One day, I'll take advantage of you completely.

Speaking of...

Should we die once and rewind the timeline?

Meiwen looked at her palm, hesitated for a moment, and then gave up the idea.

Dying once is too painful; I only lost ten points, which is no big deal. I can make up for it later.

"Losing ten points on the first day of class? Wow, that's really surprising."

A mocking voice came from beside her ear. Meiwen turned around and noticed that it was a boy with dark blond hair.

"Commoners are just commoners; they don't know etiquette."

Who are you?

Meiwen said irritably.

The man shrugged and said regretfully:

"I really don't know if, after a few more classes, someone like you will be passed."

"You'd better get a higher score than me first."

Mei Wen rolled her eyes, then rested her index finger on her chin, pretending to recall something.

"Although I don't know who you are, my entrance exam score was more than ten points higher than the second-place student! Even if I lose ten points, it's still higher than yours."

On the day of her entrance exam, she used her ability to rewind time to get almost a perfect score on the written test.

"You... let me tell you, I am Andrew of the Baldwin family," the man choked, clenching his fist through gritted teeth.

"Commoner, I'm warning you, show some respect! You just got good grades, what's there to be so arrogant about?!"

"Oh, Anglu, then work harder and get a higher score, so that I won't be so arrogant."

Meiwen was too lazy to get entangled with the other party. There were always some nobles who liked to cause trouble for commoners. The reason was simple: they couldn't stand seeing "dogs" on the same level as themselves.

She stood up and walked straight out of the classroom.

"It's Andrew!"

Andrew shouted behind Mary Winn.

"Understood, Antru!"

Meiwen deliberately called the other person by the wrong name.

"you……"

Andrew's face flushed crimson. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then opened them again.

Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a pale-faced, thin-cheeked boy wearing black-rimmed round glasses staring at him curiously in the corner of the classroom. He had no family crest on his chest.

He was an ordinary citizen.

In St. Auster, nobles wore coats of arms to signify their status and facilitate social interactions.

"Hey, you civilian over there, what are you looking at?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."

The boy quickly apologized, lowered his head, and hurriedly packed up his textbooks and notes, preparing to leave.

"I didn't say you could leave."

Andrew approached the boy and reached out to grab his wrist.

The next second, Andrew's wrist was firmly gripped by another hand.

The hand was bronze in color, with clearly defined joints and faint undulations of scales beneath the skin, resembling the claws of an eagle grasping a chick.

"Hey, you..."

Andrew looked up, about to lash out, when he met a pair of fierce, agate-colored vertical pupils.

"What about me?"

Yagura's voice was unusually deep and powerful at this moment, like the low growl of an ancient dragon.

Andrew's pupils contracted slightly as his deep-seated fear of wild beasts instinctively surfaced.

After a two-second pause, Andrew finally reacted:

"cut!"

He forcefully shook off Yagula and walked outside on his own.

Watching Andrew swagger away, Agura withdrew her half-dragon eyes and turned to look at the boy sitting in the corner:

"Are you alright?"

"It's okay," the boy nodded vigorously, then held out his hand.

"Thank you, my name is Allen."

"Agula".

Agra also reached out his hand, curiously examining Allen.

"How old are you?"

"Um, I just turned sixteen."

"Sixteen years old?"

Agra was somewhat taken aback. He naturally reached out and helped Allen pack up his textbooks.

"I remember that at this age, you humans are usually still growing and your magic circuits are just beginning to form. Coming to the academy so early would be counterproductive, wouldn't it?"

"I was specially recruited," Allen said, scratching his head sheepishly.

"My family wasn't well-off, but the college offered very generous scholarships, so I enrolled early."

"Let me get it for you."

Seeing Allen's heavy backpack, Agura reached out her hand.

"It's okay, I can do it myself," Allen said instinctively.

"Alright."

Agura didn't insist. He walked out of the classroom with Allen, intending to go to the next class.

As soon as the two stepped out of the classroom, a clear, crisp female voice rang out:

"Hmph, Allen, you idiot, you've offended some nobles again?"

Agura and Allen turned their heads at the same time and saw a girl with brown hair and blue eyes, wearing a four-leaf clover crest on her chest, standing with her hands on her hips and looking at them angrily.

"Um, Catherine, I'm sorry," Allen said awkwardly, scratching his head.

"You did nothing wrong, why are you apologizing?" Agura said, indicating that he didn't understand.

"It's good that you know you were wrong," said Catherine, crossing her arms and pouting.

"Since you're being so sincere, then I'll mercifully tell you: the one causing you trouble is from the student council. These guys love nothing more than causing trouble for ordinary people like you. Don't go and watch the show, understand?"

Catherine thought for a moment, then added,

"Also, there's that black-haired girl. She's the Pope's daughter, a very prestigious person. When you see her, you have to go out of your way to avoid her, understand?"

"Oh, I understand, thank you." Allen nodded.

"Hey! I don't need a commoner's thanks!" Catherine waved her hand dismissively, but a slight smile played on her lips.

"I was just kindly reminding you because I saw how ignorant you were and I didn't want to tarnish the reputation of the Guzman family."

"Catherine, do you want to go to class together?" Allen asked.

"Hmph, impossible! You think I'd walk with someone like you? That's wishful thinking!"

Catherine spoke, then walked away on her own. As she reached the corner, she turned back for one last look at Allen, emphasizing again...

"Commoners! Don't follow me!"

After saying that, Catherine stared at Allen for a full ten seconds. When she noticed that he was completely unmoved, she muttered something to herself and then disappeared around the corner.

"What's your relationship with her?"

Agura looked at Allen and asked curiously.

"She is the eldest daughter of the Guzman family. The Guzman family has been sponsoring my schooling, so we became acquainted over time."

"She probably likes you."

Yagura spoke frankly, thinking to herself that even though she was a demi-human and not of the same race as the two of them, she could see that her feelings for him were extraordinary.

"Impossible," Allen said seriously.

"I asked her a long time ago if she liked me, and she said only a hopeless idiot would like a big idiot like me."

Agura nodded:

"It seems she really doesn't like you."

In the society of demi-humans, the expression of love is always straightforward and never beats around the bush.

Once both parties are in sync, they'll quickly move on to the bed.

Yagula took out his notebook again and wrote down what he had just seen and heard.

He traveled a great distance from the southern continent to Saint Auster, the center of the world, in order to learn from human civilization.

Clearly, in his eyes, the relationship between Allen and Catherine is a social phenomenon worthy of analysis.

"Sister, I learned so many new things in the human world today!"

Yagula raised his head, looked up at the southern sky, and sighed with satisfaction.