Thanks to the Witch world's transparency, you could look up practically any paid information.
Jiang Han spent fifty cents to look up the "Chicken Repair Academy."
If you didn't look, you wouldn't know. Once you did, you got the fright of your life.
There really was a fucking academy like that!
Its name was [Atlantic United Higher Institute of Chicken Repair Technology].
"Majoring in [Bionic Machinery], huh? [Rune Circuit Design], huh!? [Alchemy Major], ah-ha?" Jiang Han's claws were trembling so badly they nearly scratched through her phone screen.
A grand showcase of humanity's greatest bewilderments.
Not only did the school exist, it even had a page linking to the social media accounts of notable alumni.
Lilian had graduated from this school. Even stranger—far, far stranger—Lin Zhaojun was apparently an alumna too, and had studied postpartum hen care.
No wonder Lilian had passed A3 right after graduating, while A Lin still hadn't passed it this year!
So that was it. One of them had been a top student in a proper major, while the other had picked a slacker major at a school that looked professional. One had graduated seriously, while the other had muddled along until she graduated... then transferred schools afterward. She had probably whipped out the power of capital and forcibly gotten herself a diploma from a prestigious academy.
No wonder she hadn't passed A3!
"Lilian... can repair machines too... no, repair chickens?" Jiang Han put down her phone, slipped a hand out from her cute sleeve, picked up the lemon tea on the table, and took a sip.
Du Lingxuan also held up her own lemon tea and emphasized, "Chicken repair, chicken repair... 'repairing chickens' sounds a lot like us going to a club together."
She was quite particular about such things.
Jiang Han tugged at her