Howard, who came to greet the newcomers, thought that this was an easy, simple and casual job, but who knew that he would run into the cunning and treacherous Jobtran.
Under the threat of bad reviews from Jobtran, Howard had no choice but to be a competent tour guide.
"Take us to the freshman reception desk first. We need to register first."
Joet Brown said with a smile, and then he asked casually,
"By the way, credits are important, right?"
“Of course it is important. Apart from completing research projects and some assignments given by professors, there is basically no other source of credits.
Money is just a piece of waste paper here. Only credits can be exchanged for learning points.
One credit can be exchanged for 10,000 learning points, and learning points are the currency we consume during our school life.”
Howard replied angrily.
"Oh? Then at the professor level, can you assign certain students to complete certain projects and then give them credits?"
After saying that, Joet Brown glanced at Professor Robert.
Professor Robert rolled his eyes in annoyance. He had already guessed what Joet Brown was thinking.
“The way professors and students obtain credits is slightly different. You need to complete projects set by individual schools, participate in lectures, lead student groups, and other tasks to obtain credits.
The rewards for the tasks they assign are deducted from their own pockets, so you will rarely encounter what you call designated tasks.
Next time we go to get our ID cards, we will give you a certain amount of credits based on your status."
After saying this, Howard walked ahead to lead the way.
At the corner of the first turn, there is a dilapidated classroom. Outside the door hangs a small wooden sign that looks like it will fall off at any time. On it is written "New Student Reception Desk".
The inside was so shabby that it looked like an abandoned warehouse filled with junk, without even a table.
"Take out your invitations."
When they reached the door, Howard turned and spoke to the crowd.
Then he took the invitations from everyone and threw them into a wooden box on a stool.
There is an opening on the wooden box, which looks like a piggy bank, but there is a small drawer that can be opened at the bottom of the box.
When the invitation was thrown into the wooden box, the box began to move like a human chewing, and the twisting movements were very funny.
Then there was a sound like a fart, and everyone smiled awkwardly. At this time, a crystal light lit up in the small drawer under the wooden box.
The small drawer opened automatically, and beautifully crafted identity cards flew out of the drawer and landed steadily in everyone's hands.
As Sif wished, she was assigned to the Ancient Literature Research Department as a first-year student.
Professor Robert undoubtedly entered the field of microbial research and served as a visiting professor.
But Columbia became the archaeology major that Joe Butler was supposed to go to, while Joe Butler was assigned to an unheard-of subject - the study of occult knowledge.
When Howard saw the ID card in Joet Brown's hand, he showed an expression of disbelief.
"I didn't expect that I could actually return to school, hahaha."
Columbia smiled smugly, while Sif rolled her eyes at him.
"Anyway, I don't think you can study well if you keep laughing like this."
Joet Brown didn't pay attention to the two people's banter, but turned to look at Howard who lowered his head and seemed to be thinking about something.
"Are students studying occult knowledge rare?"
Joet Brown reached out and poked Howard.
Howard came to his senses and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
“Not only is it rare, but it also holds a very high authority in Miskatonic University. Even those crazy people in the student union are reluctant to mess with people in this major.
only..."
Howard thought of a question and stopped what he was about to say.
He was afraid that speaking out would scare Joet Brown.
"But what? Just tell me."
Joet Brown patted his thigh and said casually.
"...good.
The reason why students of occult knowledge studies have high authority is that this subject has the highest mortality rate.
Suicide is something that students in this subject often attempt.
They are the pioneers in the search for truth.”
Howard scratched his head and said it very tactfully.
Joet Brown rolled his eyes.
“The most vanguard people are just cannon fodder.
Okay, okay, take us to the dormitory first.
We have to put our luggage away first.”
Howard took out a pocket watch from his pocket and took a look at it, then he shouted,
"Oops! Follow me first."
Then he pushed through the crowd and walked towards the end of the corridor.
Seeing this, the four of them immediately followed and walked out of the main teaching building through the side door on the right.
After turning a corner, there was already a long queue of people forming over there.
And Howard was standing at the back, waving and shouting to everyone,
"Here, here."
"What are you arranging?"
Sif asked curiously.
“Free food.
Although the taste is not very good, you don’t have to spend learning points to redeem it.
If you miss this time, you will go hungry.”
Howard lowered his head shyly, it seemed that his "financial situation" was not good.
“Since there is a free area, there must be a paid area, right?”
Professor Robert looked at the long dragon and felt a little impatient.
He didn't want to waste his precious time waiting in line.
"Well, yes, there are, but the price...
A simple bowl of mushroom soup costs twenty points, and a whole meal costs nearly a hundred points.
Normally, ordinary students like us would never consider eating in the paid area.”
Howard said helplessly.
The preciousness of credits can be seen from what Havard said;
Credits are not only a factor in calculating graduation results, but also a necessity for students and professors to maintain their daily lives.
"Didn't you say before that there are credits in our ID cards? How do we know how many there are?"
Jobtran understood what Professor Robert meant, and took the initiative to raise this question which would be useful in the future.
"Put your ID card in the palm of your right hand, then swipe your left index finger across the ID card twice to see your credit and point balance.
Generally speaking, ordinary students will have five credits initially.
If you spend money recklessly, your future will be miserable.
For example, when doing experiments, the first few materials are provided free of charge by the school, but those materials all fail in the experiments, and the subsequent materials have to be purchased by yourself.
Sometimes, in order to complete a required course, it is common to pay for credits. "
After saying that, Howard put his ID card in the palm of his hand and showed it to everyone.
The balance shown above is: "Credits: 4, Learning Points: 1809"
This also proves that Howard was not lying and his current situation is indeed very difficult.
Sif and Columbia both have five credits in their accounts, but Professor Robert has as many as twenty credits in his account, presumably because he is a visiting professor.
Everyone turned their eyes to Joet Brown, who also scratched the surface of the card.
Sif almost screamed out at that time, but fortunately Columbia was smart and covered Sif's mouth at once.
"One, ten, hundred, thousand, ten thousand.
Fifty-six thousand eight hundred and seventy-five credits...
I must be dreaming, right
Howard covered his forehead and was about to faint, but Columbia quickly supported Howard.
Joet Brown himself looked bewildered and innocent.
“I don’t know where I got so many credits.
Can I graduate now?"
"Enough for you to graduate hundreds of times."
Howard recovered and said resentfully.
"Um, let's go, let's go to the paid area to eat. It's my treat."
Joe Butran put away the priceless identity card and said proudly.
After saying this, he glanced at Professor Robert with a smug smile on his face, as if to say,
"Your treatment as a professor is not very good."
Professor Robert had a stern face, but he sighed secretly and said in the same resentful tone,
"You were just trying to find a loophole."
After hearing this, Joet Brown laughed and let Howard lead the way.
After bypassing the long queue, the cafeteria is right next to the main teaching building.
The cafeteria building is divided into three floors, and the bottom floor is the delivery point for free food.
The second floor is the paid area, while the top floor is a coffee break area exclusively for employees.
Compared with the shabby architectural style of the first floor, the decoration of the second floor is obviously much more exquisite.
A crystal chandelier hangs high under a painting left by an unknown painter, and two long food supply chains are placed on the walls on both sides.
Food of all kinds and flavors from all over the world are served hot in a dedicated area.
Just swipe your ID card through the slot next to the food shelf to get a fresh and hot meal.
The wealthy Joe Brown paid for everyone's lunch and sat in an inconspicuous corner.
Just when Jobtran was about to enjoy the beef cheeks braised in red wine and fresh tomato with macaroni in front of him seriously, an extremely unpleasant voice sounded from behind him.
"Hey, look who's here.
Pauper Howard
Oh my God, he must not intend to finish our project
This must be his last act of insolence. He will voluntarily drop out of school after eating, right
It’s a pity to think about it. We were classmates after all, but now only a few of us are left in the academy.”
Howard's expression changed when he heard this. He tightly gripped the knife and fork in his hands, clenched his teeth, but did not speak.
Joet Brown saw Howard's blushing face, and combined with the sarcasm he had just heard, he guessed what had happened.
I guess this is what is called school bullying.
Joe Butran turned around and found that the person who was speaking was a young man in gorgeous clothes.
His movements were frivolous and his steps were unsteady. He was followed by a few sneaky-looking lackeys and two pretty women.
People like this don't seem to be here to study at all, but rather to get gilded at Miskatonic University.
"Hawad, why don't you speak
Are all your new friends disabled
A deaf man, a dumb man, and a lame man?"
The lackeys around the frivolous young man took advantage of his power and shouted arrogantly.
Seeing that Howard was about to lose control, Jobtran asked,
"Hawad, will there be any punishment for hitting someone, causing trouble, or causing a stir here?"
Howard felt warm in his heart after hearing this. It was obvious that Joet Brown wanted to stand up for himself, but he gritted his teeth, stared at the arrogant young man, and said softly,
“Any form of violence is strictly prohibited on campus and offenders will be expelled.
Let's ignore him, his brother is the vice president of the student union."
"So, as long as it's not violent, it's fine, right?"
But Joe Butron immediately asked back.
"Well, theoretically yes."
Before Howard finished speaking, Joet Brown activated the holy light in his body and shouted,
"Hey, handsome, look at this."
Holy light overflowed from the palm of his hand. It was just a small dot of light at first, and then became dazzling in an instant.
"Okay, we can eat now."
After throwing out the holy light, Jobtran turned around and said calmly.
The group of people felt severe pain in their eyes due to the sudden flash of holy light. They rolled on the ground without any regard for etiquette, covering their eyes and screaming.
"Oh, my eyes! I am going blind! I am going blind!"
The young master was particularly affected, and his eyes were filled with tears.
There was a table of people not far away, watching everything that happened coldly.
"Who is this person in the wheelchair?"
"I don't know, maybe he's new here."
"Oh? That's interesting. Let me check which department he is in."
The people at the other table were all wearing the same uniform and had a silver brooch on their chest.
One of the young men with glasses stood up immediately upon seeing this. He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and seemed to be rushing from the table to Joet Brown.
The leader gently pressed the air.
"Her, be patient."
"That newcomer is trampling on the honor of my family!"
"so what?"
"So... I'm going to scold him."
"ridiculous.
Go back and write down the Student Union rules twenty times by yourself, and then give them to me when you are done.
You have three days to complete it."
Hull, the vice president of the student union, eats in this paid area.
He couldn't help but feel angry when he saw his stupid brother being beaten up, but due to the president's reputation, he had to endure it in silence.
He gave Joe Butran a vicious look and remembered deeply the silver-gray hair and the damn wheelchair.
Joet Brown himself didn't know that his act of venting his anger on behalf of Howard had attracted the attention of both forces.
When Joet Brown and others were enjoying their meal, the place suddenly fell silent.
Everyone put down their knives and forks and looked at the person who walked in from the door.
"The Dean of the Department of Mystical Knowledge Research!"
"How could he appear here?!"
"Go and inform the department head! This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
The man paid no attention to the whispers of others, took his clumsy steps, held the cane in one hand, waved the other hand and shouted,
"Hey, Joe Butran, you're here at last."