The next day, the opening ceremony lasted the entire morning. The afternoon was reserved for teachers and students of each grade to get acquainted.
Nuoding Intermediate Soul Master Academy was unlike the junior academy. Intermediate academies had practical combat classes. Generally, theoretical classes were held every morning, while practical combat classes took place in the afternoon. The homeroom teachers were usually the instructors for the practical combat classes as well.
However, today was a special case. The school leaders had taken up the entire morning.
So the afternoon was merely a formality, serving as the students' and teachers' first introduction. Regular classes would begin tomorrow.
Ye Zhiqiu went straight to the seat against the wall in the last row of the first-year classroom. This spot was the class bully's exclusive seat.
It had also been Ye Zhiqiu's exclusive seat back at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy. Now that he had come to the intermediate academy, he naturally had no intention of giving such a prime spot to anyone else.
Anyone who had sat in the back row knew that it was spacious there, letting you do whatever you pleased. It was truly a wonderful place. Ye Zhiqiu rested both hands behind his head, leaned against the snow-white wall, and propped his legs up on the seat beside him.
This had been Ye Zhiqiu's standard posture during class at Nuoding Junior Soul Master Academy, and without realizing it, he had struck the pose again.
Ye Zhiqiu's attitude was perfectly clear: no one was welcome to sit beside him.
Tang San and Xiao Wu had always been desk mates. They had consistently sat in front of Ye Zhiqiu, and this time was naturally no exception.
Students entered the classroom in twos and threes.
There were only a little over twenty first-year students,