The aircraft was not flying particularly high.
"Principal Chen Hao," the aircraft announced. "Destination: Honorary Principal's Office, top floor of Main Building, Section A. Route planned. Shall we depart?"
"Go."
The aircraft rose into the air. Wind swept past his ears. The entirety of Pengcheng High Martial Arts School unfolded beneath him... deep-blue buildings, glass walkways, and streams of hovering vehicles.
The plaza in the distance was packed with people, and sunlight gilded the entire campus in pale gold.
Chen Hao stood on the aircraft, taking it all in. The entire school had a futuristic punk theme, and the High Martial Arts School also championed a pioneering spirit.
A minute later, the aircraft slowed and stopped on the landing pad atop Section A of the main building. A door stood before him. The plaque beside it read, "Honorary Principal's Office."
He pushed the door open and went inside.
The office was spacious. Floor-to-ceiling windows covered an entire wall, offering an excellent view of more than half the campus.
The decor leaned toward cool, technological gray, with desks and chairs made from metal and glass. A computer sat on the desk, its display a hovering holographic screen, with a small projector beside it.
There were several people in the room.
Three teachers.
They were sorting documents on the desk. At the sound of the door, all three looked up.
One of them... a slim man around thirty in a dark-blue teacher's uniform and thin-framed glasses, lit up the moment he saw Chen Hao.
"High God!"
He sprang to his feet, sending his chair sliding half a meter backward.
"You... what brings you here!"
Chen Hao glanced at him. He looked somewhat familiar.
"You don't know me." The man hurried over and extended his hand. "My name is Ning Shu. I'm with