Time flies, and a year and a half later, Nolun No.147 Academy welcomed yet another round of new student recruitment.
Jeming still sat behind the lonely enrollment desk of the Alchemy School, and the result was as unsurprising as ever — zero gains.
He accepted this calmly and even began to feel that this "leisure" might be the greatest hidden benefit of his role as a mentor.
After another five years, when Jeming was deeply engrossed in a simulation concerning the stability of energy transmission networks and the adaptability of plane laws, the distinctive fluctuation of the encrypted communicator interrupted his thoughts.
The light screen unfolded, revealing the dignified and composed face of Dean Avery Knight.
"Jeming," the dean started straightforwardly, without a hint of small talk, "prepare yourself, in half a year, the graduation trials for the first batch of apprentices at the academy will be held, and you'll need to be involved in the related preparatory work."
