Mike Jin Sephrano.
He was the president of the Blood Fellowship, one of First University's two major student societies. He had made a name for himself even across the Alliance and was regarded as one of the young generation's leading wizards in the new power bloc.
So Zheng Qing had expected to see him at today's Shanglin Garden Spring Hunt.
He had even rehearsed what he would say when he met the burly wizard. Given his current position, he would have been quite happy to pull rank as a teaching assistant.
Unfortunately, after gazing at the scenery around Crescent Lake for ages, he still had not caught sight of Sephrano. One thing after another had happened since, and he had all but forgotten about it.
Now that Zhang Shuzhi had stepped onto the stage, the thought returned.
"Sephrano?"
Before Jiang Yu could answer, Vivian, who was holding her arm, waved a hand in disgust. "Why bring up that fatso? His family doesn't have the standing, and we don't like him anyway... Who would send him an invitation?"
Xiao Xiao had explained Alpha Academy's factions to Zheng Qing many times. The "we" she meant was plainly the conservative Alpha wizards who had originally backed Sir Friedman—the scions of old families who placed greater stock in bloodlines.
Zheng Qing could not openly support any faction, so he played dumb and pretended he had heard only the first part. "...His family doesn't have the standing?"
Jiang Yu clearly saw through him. Smiling, she changed tack. "What do you usually call Sir Friedman? And what do you call Sephrano?"
Zheng Qing paused, then realization dawned.
Friedman's surname was Calen, yet everyone called him "Sir Friedman," using his given name. Sephrano, on the other hand, was a surname. In other words, even First University's young