He Xisong lifted his teacup, drained the buckwheat tea inside, and let out a long breath.
Sitting in his office chair, he turned around and drew back the curtains. Bright sunlight immediately flooded the room.
Things had been very peaceful lately, with everything proceeding in an orderly fashion. June was almost here, and preparations for the Exchange Tournament were already complete. Once this Midterm Exam was over, they could select the Reserve Team members.
The investigation into the earlier incidents of Ghost-type Pokémon injuring people had never stopped, either, but it had yielded very limited results. There had clearly been so many Ghost-type Pokémon, yet after that night's attack, they seemed to have lost all trace of them, as though they had simply evaporated from the face of the earth.
I wonder how the midterms are going. The thought stirred in He Xisong's mind. He looked at the neatly arranged files on his desk, all already dealt with, and nodded in satisfaction.
"I'll go take a look."
His private office was not very far from the training grounds. Walking there would not take long.
Though his hair was graying, his pace was not slow in the slightest, and he was in robust health. He Xisong walked into the training grounds alone.
Students and teachers were conducting tests on the battlefields, while even more were still waiting.
"Oh? Director He?" An aged voice reached him. He Xisong turned to look and found Granny Du standing behind him, leaning on her cane.
"What brings you here to inspect our teaching today?"
"Listen to you." He Xisong smiled and rubbed his hands together. "So what if I'm the director? Can't the director come see how the students are doing?"
"We have plenty of outstanding students in this group. Take me around to