Thirteen Classes, Discipline Department Meeting

As soon as they got back to the dorm, Lu Lin raised his hand and cast a Blessing Technique on Zhao Futu.

Zhao Futu's injuries hadn't been serious to begin with.

After all, in student fights, drawing blood was already considered severe. No one could actually be killed.

At least, not inside the academy.

Zhao Futu was a tough, thick-skinned guy, too. The bleeding had looked bad just now, but his injuries weren't much to speak of.

"Boss, you're not hiding the fact that you're a Psychic anymore?"

Zhao Futu asked.

"I am. Don't go telling anyone."

Lu Lin gave Zhao Futu a helpless glance. When he'd been in the secret realm on Planet No. 8424, Ouyang Lan, Kong Yue, Bonier, and the others had probably already learned that he was a Psychic.

So there was no need for Lu Lin to hide it from them.

"Got it, Boss. By the way, when you went to see Lord Xueye today, did you send a message to my master?"

Zhao Futu asked.

"No. Today..." Thinking of how his identity had been exposed, Lu Lin suddenly felt exhausted. Thankfully, things had turned out well in the end. Otherwise, he would've delivered himself right to their doorstep and walked straight into a trap.

Lu Lin briefly told Zhao Futu about his conversation with Xueye, but left out his meeting with Bao Bao.

"By the way, Boss, did you know our batch of new students has been divided into classes? There are thirteen in total. Those of us who are a little stronger got placed in Class One, while the rest went into the other classes."

"Oh? Ouyang Feng, Fang Jinlong, and those guys are in it too, right?" Lu Lin asked.

"Yeah. And that's not all—we've already received notice from the school. All