Going to study English next month, possibly even at the end of this month

"Yes, sorry, teacher."

The table slam jolted Cion back to his senses. Oh, right, you really are my proctor.

Stelle stood stiffly to one side, silently fiddling with her fingers as she tried her best to make herself less noticeable.

Though as the Gynomorphic version of Cion's brain, she did not have much presence to begin with.

"I thought you were someone I imagined." (.???)?

What could he do? A whole bunch of random people had just popped up, and then, right after they left, another one suddenly appeared. Who could have reacted in time?

"Ah, hello, teacher! Hello, teacher!"

Stelle kept bowing repeatedly to the proctor beside her.

Completely disregarding whether he could even see her.

Upon hearing Cion say that, much of the proctor's anger dissipated. There was even a trace of pity in his eyes.

Sigh, after watching this kid inexplicably shout and yell from the back just now, he had roughly guessed what was going on.

Who would have thought? Who would have thought that even Origami University of Penacony would one day drive a student mad from pressure?

Their guiding principle had always been joyful education, giving students the greatest possible freedom. Yet today, their education had driven a student insane.

After all, students being driven mad by academic pressure was something that could only happen on the Xianzhou, or at certain schools under the Company that trained specialized talents.

And even then, such incidents were rare among Xianzhou natives because of their constitutions, and within the Company because the specialized talents being cultivated were so precious.

Yet who would have thought? Who would have thought this could one day happen at Origami University?

Sigh, this school had ultimately decayed.

With that thought, the proctor's gaze toward Cion grew even gentler.

It could not be