Flashback Continues
The dining hall of the Baby Dragon Art School was lively as usual.
Students sat around long wooden tables.
Some discussed their lessons.
Some quietly practiced sketches while eating.
Others simply enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere.
Ghost sat near the corner with a tray in front of him.
His dinner was simple.
Rice.
Vegetables.
Soup.
Nothing fancy.
For someone who had spent years eating military rations and food in war zones, it was already luxurious.
He had barely started eating when the conversations around him suddenly became quieter.
Several students looked toward the entrance.
Ghost followed their gaze.
Meiling was walking through the hall.
Her pace was calm.
But her expression was not.
She stopped beside Ghost's table.
Then looked directly at him.
"Come to my office."
"Now."
The entire dining hall froze.
Every student stared.
Ghost blinked.
Meiling rarely entered the dining hall personally.
