Lin Shuguang turned around. The person who had called him was a girl with ear-length short hair, without the slightest trace of daintiness. Holding a form and a pen, she gestured to him with a glance.
"All new students in the Special Training Class have to sign in. Didn't your class leader mention it?"
Lin Shuguang had no answer to the short-haired girl's question. After all, he had gotten in through special channels... He reached out and took the pen and paper. Twenty-two names were already on it, every one scrawled in handwriting as crooked as a gecko.
Lin Shuguang's name came twenty-third. This was no exaggeration: his perfectly ordinary handwriting actually looked rather scholarly among those other names.
The short-haired girl leaned closer for a quick look. Seeing the name, she unconsciously murmured, "Night King?"
The next moment, she glanced at Lin Shuguang and secretly curled her lip. Calling himself a king-he really was arrogant enough.
Seeing Lin Shuguang about to leave, she hurriedly clutched the list and said, "Hey, you haven't filled in the number after your code name."
"I don't have a number," Lin Shuguang said casually, turning his head.
The short-haired girl froze. The other Special Training Class newcomers who overheard their conversation instinctively looked over too.
No number?
Then how had this guy gotten into the Special Training Class? Had he sneaked in?
But the short-haired girl could see no sign of a joke on Lin Shuguang's face. Seeing him about to leave, she stepped forward to stop him, only for the instructor's voice to suddenly come from behind her. "Qi Qing, I forgot to tell you. He's in our class too."
Hearing this, the short-haired girl looked hesitantly at the instructor. He nodded in confirmation, leaving her no choice but to give up. She