This was what the fans who entered later saw.
...
[What the hell?]
[This sudden shift in tone is insane.]
Of course, they werenāt the only ones in the discussion. Another group had started a new thread to talk about Jiang Qiuqiu attending Federation University.
[Jujuās going to the Spirit Healing Department, right?]
[Any classmates from the same department? Letās go camp out at the new student registration point tomorrow! Gotta see our girl in person!]
[Itās probably hard to find anyone from the Spirit Healing Department. Iām not in it, Iām in the finance department next door, but we can pick a spot and camp out together.]
[Me too! +1]
A group of Federation University upperclassmen gathered together.
[Itās hard to chat here. Why donāt we start a group chat?]
Instantly, several people responded. They left a group ID and moved the discussion to the new chat.
It was much more convenient to talk in the group chat.
Someone suggested, why not just make a banner tomorrow?
[A banner? What should we write on it?]
[Just... āWelcome, Jujuā?]
[Maybe not. This is a university, and not everyone is a fan of Jujuās. It might look bad if we hang a banner like that on the first day of school.]
That was a good point.
So after some discussion, they decided to hang a banner welcoming new students in the Realm of Spirit designated area instead.
And they would print a spatula on the bannerās background.
[That way, those in the know will know.]
[And those who donāt will just think weāre really enthusiastic.]
[Brilliant!]
[I canāt wait to see Juju!]
[Weāre gonna be schoolmates... This is awesome!]
None of them could contain their excitement.
And just as emotional as the students was Zhu Tiansheng, dean of the Spirit Healing Department.
Tomorrow was the first day of school for the Spirit Healing Department. They had sent out 319 acceptance letters this year, and he wondered if everyone would show up to register.
Heād heard his old friend Aiāer mention that a young prodigy she knew had enrolled in the Healing System. Sheād only brought it up in passing and hadnāt mentioned a name, so heād been glancing through the student profiles.
āWho could it be?ā he wondered. āThere are very few A-level students this year. Anyone Aiāer would call a prodigy must be truly extraordinary.ā
āIs it her? The Group Healer who uses dance as a medium?ā
āOr this one, who uses a musical instrument?ā
Zhu Tiansheng scanned the list and decided the most likely candidate was a young student who, like Aiāer, could heal directly with True Spiritual Power.
His initial disappointment over this yearās smaller class size vanished as he reviewed the list. The numbers were low, but each student had their own unique specialty. It was a case of quality over quantity.
He smiled and closed the list. āI must teach them well this year,ā he thought, āand make sure every one of these gifted individuals reaches their full potential.ā
The old dean had just stood up to get some rest when he received a call from an old classmate, General Yuan.
"Hello? Old Yuan?"
"Old Zhu?" Mr. Yuanās voice boomed with energy. "Sleeping already? I figured a health-conscious old man like you would be turning in soon."
"If you knew I was resting, why call?" Dean Zhu shot back. "What is it? Whatās the matter?"
"Iām just calling to tell you about someone whoās apparently heading your way to study this year. If itās not too much trouble, keep an eye out for them."
"Keep an eye out for them?" he asked, surprised. "Since when do you need to pull strings and call in favors, you old relic?"
"What favors and back doors!" Mr. Yuan huffed. "She has real talent! Does she need me to pull strings for her? I guarantee the moment you see her, youāll be the one sticking to her like glue. Iām just making this call to repay a favor, just going through the motions."
"...Me? Sticking to her?" Dean Zhu was incredulous. "Whatās her name? Who could possibly make me do that?"
āImpossible!ā