Class Advisor Liu tilted her head and thought for a moment. "There are materials in the clubs. Are you saying you don't want to join one?"
"That makes sense, too. Your Special Enrollment Quota gives you the authority to establish a team. If you have any ambition, you definitely wouldn't want to join someone else's club."
Zhang Zhi blinked. Only then did he remember this so-called team authority.
Even now, he still had no idea what use this team was. But there was no rush to figure it out. He would first confirm the situation regarding the Black Market with Class Advisor Liu, and deal with the rest later.
After thinking for a while, Class Advisor Liu said quietly, "If your team is open to our classmates, then I'll take you there."
Hearing Class Advisor Liu mention the team again, Zhang Zhi's curiosity was piqued. "Advisor, I really don't know much about this team thing. If you want me to open it to the other students, what benefits will it bring them—and me?"
Class Advisor Liu turned to look at Zhang Zhi. "Actually, not much. The academy subsidizes teams. The better a team performs, the higher the academy's subsidy."
"However, teams are subject to strict survival of the fittest. Every year, the bottom ten percent of teams are forcibly disbanded, so team slots are highly sought after."
Zhang Zhi responded with an "oh," thinking that this really was in keeping with his advisor's style—doing everything she could to secure benefits for the people under her.
Then he thought of how attractive team slots were to people from humble backgrounds. No wonder those scions of powerful families were keeping an eye on the Special Enrollment Quota.
These team slots were perfect for recruiting followers.
Class Advisor Liu stared at Zhang Zhi.