Ward 5 Ghoul Investigator Academy.
The lower division was buzzing. Almost every student knew that headquarters had sent a Special Class Investigator to teach there.
"Let's start a betting pool. We'll bet on which investigator is coming. How about it?"
A man held a chart with headshots of headquarters' Special Class Investigators, their names labeled underneath.
"I bet it's Special Class Investigator Iwao Kuroiwa!"
"I bet it's Special Class Investigator Kishou Arima!"
"Hey, idiot, he's the least likely one. He's probably fighting on some front line right now," a boy mocked loudly.
"I bet it's Special Class Investigator Huiqi!" a clear voice called out.
The students all looked toward the voice. It belonged to a girl with baby fat on her cheeks. A boy stood beside her, looking utterly mortified.
"Come on, sis, we don't have any money to bet. Mom won't give us any."
"I was just saying it for fun." Hearing her brother, the little girl shrank back.
Just then, the classroom door opened. Huiqi's mouth twitched as he looked at the motley assortment of students inside.
CCG's lower division accepted an incredibly broad range of people, with ages ranging from six to thirty. It could practically be called an orphanage. Compared with other schools, its main draw was the cheap tuition.
And so, looking at the crowd before him, Huiqi fell into an awkward silence.
At a glance, most of the children in this classroom were between seven and fifteen, which was still within what Huiqi could accept.
The children were also studying their new teacher. One of them held up the chart, comparing the pictures one by one until he stopped at Huiqi's headshot.
"Special Class Investigator Huiqi!" the boy whispered in surprise. He hadn't expected that little girl to guess correctly.
"Is he even strong?