Just then, she picked up on a new piece of information.
"Oh? Isn't that junior Leoz? I see you've finally caught up with the progress these past few days, which is no easy feat."
"You are—ah, a third-year from the Inspectorate, good morning. No kidding, catching up with the coursework really took up a lot of my time. Our first-year courses are indeed quite troublesome."
Leoz?
Dialan was slightly taken aback.
How could that guy be here?
She quickened her pace, repositioning herself toward the source of the sound and immediately walked over.
"Hey, who isn't? We all came from the first year. Can't get through higher math, linear algebra without grinding out problems, and there's no other way. Political classes every day, writing papers and reports, pushing us to cement our materialist thinking, and then foreign languages, ugh, really makes one sick. Why learn a foreign language when magic translation costs nothing?"
