Jiang Mingyuan took the card Wu Changkong had given him out of his Storage Soul Tool.
I might as well take it over and try. If it gets me in, this trip won't have been for nothing.
Jiang Mingyuan jogged past the crowd to the school gates, where several tables stood. Students who were presumably volunteers were registering people who wanted to visit Shrek Academy.
The students handling registration also noticed a little girl running over. Most people who came to visit Shrek Academy had dreamed of attending Shrek as children, but for various reasons had never managed to study there. They came as adults to fulfill that old dream.
These volunteers had spent the entire day receiving older visitors. Finally seeing an adorable little child lifted their spirits somewhat.
"Big brother, I heard we can visit Shrek Academy today."
Looking at such an adorable child, the volunteer couldn't help feeling bad. Although they had only been assigned the most basic registration and gatekeeping duties, they had vaguely guessed what was going on.
Over the course of the day, at least fifteen hundred people, if not two thousand, had registered to visit Shrek Academy, but no more than a hundred had actually been allowed inside.
Ten thousand years ago, Shrek Academy had admitted people through recommendations from nobles. Although the "nobles" were gone now, entering Shrek Academy still meant clearing a substantial hurdle.
To visit Shrek Academy, you either needed some connections or had to be capable enough yourself.
The volunteer couldn't bear to let this little child's wish fall through. If necessary, he would plead with the teacher in charge. Letting such a young child inside wasn't such a big deal.
Jiang Mingyuan went around the table and leaned toward the volunteer's ear, even shielding his mouth with a