Enrollment

Today is the day Linchen and Na'er start school. For convenience, the Yun Ming couple purchased a large, single-story villa in the Shrek City villa district, saving them the trouble of commuting to Shrek after school.

The enrollment procedures were already handled by Ya Li yesterday afternoon while Chen and Na were out playing. The academy badges and uniforms were already neatly laid out in the living room.

The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the interior of the villa with warmth.

Today, Na'er is wearing a simple and elegant light-white dress, her soft silver hair tied into a small braid.

Linchen is dressed in a white tracksuit, his azure-colored eyes gentle. He raised a hand to ruffle Na'er's hair: "Are you ready? It's time for us to go to the academy and report in."

Upon arriving at the academy gate, a middle-aged man in an academy uniform had been waiting for some time. Seeing the two, he immediately stepped forward and greeted them with a friendly attitude.

"Linchen, Na'er, I am the teacher responsible for receiving new students. I will lead the two of you into the academy."

Linchen spoke politely: "Sorry for the trouble, teacher."

Passing through the bustling crowd, the teacher brought the two to the front of the teaching building: "Na'er is assigned to the ordinary class, while Linchen is in the Soul Master class in the building next door."

Linchen looked at Na'er: "Teacher, please take Na'er inside."

After receiving a response, Linchen arrived at his classroom. The moment he pushed the door open, the noisy room fell suddenly silent, and dozens of gazes landed on him at once.

The homeroom teacher was a woman with delicate features and a gentle temperament. Noticing the movement, she looked up at Linchen, a warm smile appearing in her eyes.

"This must be the new student, Yun Linchen, right? Come in." Her voice was soft, without a hint of sternness, as she introduced him to the class: "From today on, student Yun Linchen will be joining our class. Everyone, please get along well in the future."

Most of the students in the class had already spent a year together and were familiar with one another; they were all quite curious about Linchen's arrival.

The homeroom teacher said softly to Linchen: "Linchen, please introduce yourself first so everyone can get to know you."

For Linchen, this simple task felt a bit awkward. He scratched his head, his voice clear and crisp: "Hello everyone, my name is Yun Linchen. My Martial Soul is the Azure Dragon. I am a one-ring Beast Soul Master with a Soul Power Level of fourteen. I look forward to studying with all of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, a wave of gasps erupted throughout the classroom.

Every student's face was filled with disbelief; one must know that the vast majority of the class did not yet possess a soul ring, and their average Soul Power Level was below ten.

A flash of surprise crossed the homeroom teacher's eyes, but she quickly recovered. When she first received notice that Linchen would be joining her class, the principal had already informed her in advance.

She made a gentle gesture for silence, signaling the students to quiet down.

"Alright, everyone, please be quiet." She looked at Linchen and said softly: "Students, you must get along well with Linchen in the future." She paused: "Linchen, just sit in the empty seat by the window in the back row."

Linchen didn't mind being assigned to the back row; after all, there is a saying that the back row by the window is the hometown of kings.

The morning's dry theoretical lessons passed in a flash, and the bell rang right on time, signaling the end of the morning session.

Like most primary academies, the rhythm here involved concentrated instruction in the morning and dismissal in the afternoon, leaving students plenty of time to cultivate.

As the teacher announced the end of class, the classroom returned to its previous noise. Many curious students gathered together, whispering about Linchen's astonishing Soul Power Level, occasionally glancing back at the boy by the window.

Linchen stood up, put his textbooks into his storage Soul Tool, and headed straight for Na'er's classroom.

In just a moment, he arrived at the door of Na'er's classroom.

Fortunately, the ordinary class followed the same schedule as the Soul Master class. Na'er spotted the familiar figure at the door immediately and hopped over to him.

"Brother Linchen, why are you here so fast!" Na'er lifted her small face, eager to share: "Class was so interesting today! The teacher taught us so much knowledge about soul beasts, and I remembered all of it."

Linchen looked down at her lively expression, his azure eyes full of smiles, and reached out to touch her silver hair: "Seeing you so happy, it seems your morning went very well."

Na'er puffed out her cheeks slightly, her previous excitement fading a little as she muttered: "It's just a pity I can't be in the same class as Brother Linchen; I can't see you whenever I want."

Her silver eyes drooped slightly, a faint trace of disappointment hidden in her brow.

But soon, she remembered something: "Brother Linchen, there's a really strange person in my class."

Linchen asked Na'er with a gentle tone: "In what way is he strange?"

Na'er tilted her head, gesturing with her small hands: "He sits in the back, wears a black hoodie and a mask, and during class, he keeps counting things with his fingers."

She paused and continued: "The students in class say in private that his name is Jiahao. When I was observing him, he even turned his head and rested his chin on one hand."

The corner of Linchen's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Hearing Na'er's description—the black hoodie, the permanent black mask, and the inexplicable behavior—this person was identical to the internet-famous figure Jiahao from his previous life.

He reached out and gently pressed Na'er's shoulder, his eyes becoming more serious as he warned: "Na'er, stay away from this person in the future, understand?"

Seeing his solemn expression, Na'er nodded obediently: "I know, Brother Linchen. I'll stay far away from him from now on."

Only then did Linchen feel relieved, taking Na'er's hand: "Alright, let's go home."

They walked side by side to the villa, and as they pushed open the door, a warm and quiet atmosphere greeted them.

Na'er sat obediently on the soft, comfortable sofa, watching a program on the Soul Tool television called Resurrect My Lover, exclusively sponsored by Tangmen Xuanshi.

Linchen didn't pay much attention, turning to walk into the clean kitchen. He searched his memories from his past life for recipes, skillfully processing the ingredients, chopping vegetables, and preparing to cook, all in one fluid motion.

Soon, as the fragrant dishes were about to be finished and he was preparing to plate them, a piercing roar suddenly erupted from the Soul Tool television in the living room: "Resurrect! My Lover!"

Caught off guard, Linchen's body stiffened violently, and he stumbled, nearly dropping the food in his hands.

As the saying goes, there are two situations one cannot avoid: one is a zero-frame start, and the other is an incredibly long wind-up.

He quickly steadied himself, holding onto the counter, his heart still racing as a bead of sweat trickled down his temple.

In the living room, Na'er was watching with great interest, munching on potato chips, completely unaware of the scene that had just unfolded in the kitchen.

Linchen took a moment to calm his mind before carefully placing the dishes on the dining table.

Linchen's cooking conquered Na'er's taste buds; she ate with a look of satisfaction, constantly praising his excellent skills.

After dinner, the two cleaned up the table and finished washing up. Linchen ruffled Na'er's silver hair and said softly: "Goodnight, Na'er. We have to go to school tomorrow."