"You're planning to graduate early too?"
After learning why Jiang Yu had come, the dean of Jiuyou Academy raised his eyebrows. Looking at the other class schedule in hand, he shot Zheng Qing an annoyed glare and muttered, "What a troublemaker... Old Yi never told me we'd be changing class monitors next semester."
Professor Yi, who taught Divination Studies, often "selected" class monitors for certain particularly lazy advisers at the school, and the results were usually surprisingly good.
But Zheng Qing felt that Old Yao was complaining too soon this time.
After all, Jiang Yu would still be in Astronomy Class 08-1 next semester, and there was a very good chance she would remain the class monitor.
Perhaps realizing he had misspoken, Professor Yao coughed, removed his pipe from his mouth, and only then looked back at the witch, asking pleasantly, "Does... Old Madam Jiang know about this?"
"Our ancestor did not object." Jiang Yu chose her words very carefully.
Only then did Zheng Qing belatedly realize the difference in status between Jiang Yu and himself.
Just as Xiao Xiao had once told him, for many young wizards from great families, First University was more like a social venue rich in resources, an experimental platform for accessing cutting-edge magical knowledge, and a place of freedom where they could escape the confines of home. Here, they gained experience, made friends, indulged themselves freely, and observed the world—not merely studied.
But that was not the greatest difference.
The true difference between wizards from great families and ordinary wizards was that their lives were planned in exhaustive detail by their elders—from divining life's risks, to avoiding unknown traps, to offering career advice—to ensure that these young wizards made the right choices at key nodes in their lives, rather than relying entirely on momentary