Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Shalom did not come looking for Lin Sheng and had probably forgotten about him.
Lin Sheng did not bother either. He had just got there and did not understand what that organization was all about.
However, what surprised him was that the other students in the class—after some consultation and suggestions by the lecturer—each selected a society or an organization, big or small to join.
Lin Sheng returned to this dorm and started to meditate for a moment before controlling the Thunderbeast over at the Holy Sanctum to settle some piled up paperwork.
As he lay on the bed, he could hear the voices of people within the dorm.
And from the voice, it was that boy, Felle, who had come looking for him before.
That boy lived just right beside him and was seemingly popular as he stood outside for a good hour on the phone, and each call was to placate a girl.
“Sure is nice to be young…” Lin Sheng lamented for some reason.
His current body was also only nineteen years old. He, of course, would have his hormones, and his sexual urges as well, more so due to his Crag Dragon blood.
Nevertheless, for him to control all of these memories before he awakened was not difficult. It’s not that he did not want to look for a girlfriend, rather, every time he thought of it, Khadula’s face will appear in his mind.
As he shuddered and entertained some of his more random thoughts, Lin Sheng collected himself and started meditating again.
Another phone call rang out from outside the door, and the muffled voice and the passing of time slowly drove Lin Sheng to sleep.
Sleeping while meditating was now a normal thing for him now, and the night passed without any dreams.
The next morning, Lin Sheng woke up refreshed and left the dorm to the canteen for breakfast.
There was a large notice board outside the canteen, and on the digital screen was a series of weird workshops and organization names.
Lin Sheng looked over as he passed by, and saw many students gathering before the board.
His neighbor, Felle was there as well. His short brown hair was a little messy as he chatted with a tall girl.
Lin Sheng’s passage too had attracted the attention of the crowd. The freshmen swept their gaze across him from time to time, and some whispered towards each other. This was the reception of the top three, they were always the focus of the crowd whenever they went.
Lin Sheng saw a girl in a white dress walking close to him. Her platinum locks were long and luscious, just like the best roll of silk.
He recognized the person; she was Mylissa, the girl who had come along with him.
Mylissa had noticed him too and did not say anything. But she did give him a curt nod. She seemed to have recognized Lin Sheng somewhat after the earlier assessment.
Soon, she got close to the notice board and seemed to be checking something.
Lin Sheng focused to listen to the murmurs, and a moment later, he let out a faint smile as he walked closer and pushed a few students away to get to the front of the notice board.
“Atelier le chatte: Looking for three strong members. Please apply.”
“Arcane Thundercloud Workshop: Top-tier Darksiders preferred. Four persons. Please apply.”
“Miss Dulsa’s Studio: Top-tier Darksiders preferred. Need one additional member. Please apply.”
“The Titan’s Workshop: Good-tier Darksiders preferred, five members. Any unfilled slots will be automatically assigned.”
“The Black Chrysanthemum: Strong and determined persons preferred. Ten slots are available. Any unfilled slots will be automatically assigned.”
Workshops were listed compactly from top to bottom, and Lin Sheng had totally no idea what was what.
He quickly looked at the bottom of the list and noticed that some of the workshops had additional requirements, like being a member of the Darkheart Society, or a member of the Standing Harp Club and the like.
As for those without restrictions, most of them only had limited openings, or requirements so high that it made one’s eyes water.
“If you are a true freshman, I suggest that you select the workshop with the highest possible requirements based on your aptitude,” Mylissa suddenly suggested.
“Why is that so?” Lin Sheng had only just arrived had lacked any understanding of the dark side.
Xylond had little information about the Carte Blanche as well, and the fact that he could obtain a Xylondian recommendation was already a blessing.
He had no time to understand anything else before he was sent there, and this information could not be found online.
Mylissa seemed to have adjusted her view on Lin Sheng because of his aptitude, and she looked up as she spoke with a slight puff.
“It’s no secret that the Carte Blanche’s Crown Academies are not some welfare organization. Every student that comes here to study needs to create value for the school. It’s an exchange.”
“Very practical.” Lin Sheng nodded. He did not dislike such a system.
“And there’s plenty of substandard garbage here.” Mylissa sneered. “The lower the workshop’s requirements, the less you’ll actually learn. Plus, you’ll get worked to death instead.
“On the other hand, the higher the requirements, the more you’ll be able to learn. While it will still be a slog, once you graduate you’ll be in high demand and be able to get better jobs.”
“This student has explained it well.” A girl in glasses who overheard Mylissa’s explanation smiled as she interjected.
“You also want to take note that if you don’t have any details about a workshop, or any information about the lecturer’s and tutor’s character, I’d suggest you not to choose randomly, and opt for the automatic assignment instead.”
“Hmph.” Mylissa gave a disdainful roll of the eye at the girl and did not say anything else, seemingly considering the latter beneath her notice to even talk.
Lin Sheng however naturally continued the conversation.
“What do you mostly learn in those workshops?”
“This is where the information comes in handy. Mostly, what they teach is what you learn. You don’t have the right to choose anything,” the girl in glasses answered.
Lin Sheng then swept through the notice board again and roughly memorized all of the workshops.
Soon, the classroom bell rang and the students dispersed and returned to their respective places in the classroom.
Lin Sheng, Mylissa, and Shalom’s place were changed to the front most. All of the seats bore the student’s name and they were not allowed to change at whim.
The bald lecturer walked it with a huge stack of paper under his armpit and the noisy classroom quickly turned quiet.
“My schedule is packed today, so let’s keep things short. From now, those who want to apply for their preferred workshops, please raise your hand, and sent the forms to my office later.
“And, who’s looking to be assigned automatically? I’ll arrange the most suitable choice based on your results, from top to bottom.”
He seemed to be agitated, apparently having something urgent to attend to.
A good number of students raised their hands, and Lin Sheng followed suit. He had no idea about the workshops and might as well just go with the automatic assignment.
But what surprised him was Mylissa chose the same thing as well.
The Shalom guy simply looked at them and sneered before he ignored them altogether.
