The acceptance letter ca with registration instructions.
Federation University was a full-ti school, aning that unless there were extrely special circumstances, students were required to live on campus. Commuting was not permitted.
After so many years, the university still followed a 21st-century tradition: four-person dorm rooms were the norm.
The intention was to test the students’ social skills—after all, getting along with roommates was a trial in itself.
Registration day was also move-in day. Students had to have all their belongings ready, as each departnt would hold etings the very next day. Military training would start that sa day, so the process moved extrely quickly.
Therefore, Jiang Qiuqiu had to prepare her daily necessities.
She didn’t have much, so packing was done quickly. Before leaving, Qiuqiu took Mo Si to Mrs. Ai’er’s house to say goodbye.
When Mrs. Ai’er saw the two of them approaching shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, her eyes filled with a smile. "Oh, Little Mo and Qiuqiu are here."
Her gaze was a friendly appraisal, and Mo Si looked a little embarrassed. After all, he had once said to Mrs. Ai’er—
’She’s still a child.’
’She’s still young.’
’She doesn’t know what love is.’
’I don’t have feelings for her, I just appreciate her talent.’
But how long had it been? Now they were holding hands, they had kissed, and they had hugged. He could feel his own face starting to sting.
Compared to him, Qiuqiu was much more composed. "Yes, Federation University starts tomorrow. I ca to let you know that I’ll be heading to school then."
"That’s wonderful!" Mrs. Ai’er’s gaze was encouraging. "It’s a great idea for you to go to school and study. Gaining a more systematic understanding of spiritual power will help you understand yourself better."
Only with a deeper understanding can you create your own style.
"Also," she added, "it might be a little inconvenient for you to cook while living in the dorms. I’ll speak with Dean Zhu from your Spirit Healing Departnt and have him get you a spot in the faculty apartnts."
"When you’ve cooked sothing, you can have the Dean bring it to , and I’ll have him take the Healing Crystal Stones back to you."
Mrs. Ai’er had arranged everything perfectly.
However, Jiang Qiuqiu realized there was sothing she had forgotten to tell everyone.
"Yes, that’s fine, but I’ll probably need to wait a while."
"Wait a while?"
"I heard the military training for the cha Single Soldier System is really tough. I probably won’t have any free ti to cook, so I’ll have to wait until after it’s over."
"Ti isn’t an issue, whenever you—" Wait. Mrs. Ai’er suddenly caught the crucial point. "The military training for the cha Single Soldier System is tough?"
She felt things had suddenly beco complicated. "What does the military training for the cha Single Soldier System have to do with you?!"
"Because I enrolled in the cha Single Soldier System."
In that instant, Mrs. Ai’er felt like her heart was about to shatter.
...
She had t a Spirit Healing genius here.
She was quick on the uptake, self-disciplined, motivated, and had a heart full of justice. Mrs. Ai’er knew with crystal clarity that as long as Jiang Qiuqiu stayed on this path, in another ten or twenty years, there would definitely be a place for her among the top Spirit Healing Masters.
She had worried that Qiuqiu might lose her way, that she might not be able to persevere, that she would slowly lose her true self, that she would beco confused.
But she had never, ever imagined—
That she didn’t want to be a Spirit Healing Master.
She wanted to be a cha Soldier!
"..."
"Qiuqiu, do you really like the cha Single Soldier System that much?"
"You don’t like the Spirit Healing Departnt?"
"You’re so good at Spirit Healing, why not continue studying it?"
Mrs. Ai’er held her hand. "Is it because it’s all been smooth sailing and there’s no challenge, so you find it boring?"
"I ca from the battlefield; I’m not very good at teaching."
"If you could just listen to one of Dean Zhu’s lectures at Federation University, you might be able to experience the joy of Spirit Healing courses."
Mrs. Ai’er looked at Jiang Qiuqiu, her eyes full of a desperate sales pitch.
Honestly. Other people wanted to learn this but couldn’t.
And here she was, treating it like so hot potato that needed to be passed on.
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