Nicholas was thin, with a somewhat sallow complexion. His medium-length dark brown hair was neatly tied behind his head and tightly bound with a copper clasp. His eye sockets were deep, and his brown eyes always trembled involuntarily when he spoke, as though avoiding something—or as though he were lying.
Just like earlier, when a freshman had asked about the scar on his forehead.
He had quickly explained that the scar had been left by a terrible laboratory accident. As for what kind of accident it had been, he pressed his thin lips together, smiled mysteriously, and refused to say another word.
Watching his eyes twitch from side to side, the freshmen were half-convinced and half-doubtful.
Zheng Qing was also full of doubts. However, he did not doubt Nicholas's story—actually, he did not believe Nicholas's story at all.
Because he had some doubts about Nicholas's identity.
He felt as though he had heard that name somewhere before.
According to that fat professor, freshmen were divided into groups by academy, with every four or five new students from the same academy assigned an upperclassman guide.
An upperclassman guide!
Zheng Qing's gaze fell on Nicholas's somewhat worn dark red academy robe. There were still some unidentified black stains on its surface, while the collar and cuffs had been rubbed shiny. Most importantly, there was no black trim on his robe.
Zheng Qing turned to look at Xiao Xiao.
The short boy with the Watermelon Head was holding his notebook and following absentmindedly at the back of the group, looking somewhat distracted.
Zheng Qing turned back and continued examining his guide.
Nicholas had not noticed at all that one of the freshmen he was leading was carefully observing him.
He was still endlessly imparting his experience:
"First, remember this: don't buy anything! Especially