I'm an Ordinary Returning Student at the Academy-Chapter 0

[Translator – Angel Dust]

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Prologue

Attendance scores are important because they serve as a criterion for diligence.

Even if one messes up exams, they can still receive a basic score as long as they have consistent attendance

“Riley.”

“Yes.”

“Hor.”

“Yes!”

“Hesseman.”

“Yep.”

Another routine attendance check by the professor today.

“Oh, and…”

But there was something new at the end.

“We have a returning student. Karl, are you here?”

Then, a young man with short hair sitting at the back raised his hand discreetly.

“There you are. Hmm. You’re from the 19th batch but still in your first year. Did you take a leave of absence after half a semester?”

“…Yes, professor. That’s correct.”

“What have you been doing during your time off before returning?”

The returning student paused for a moment before answering the professor’s question.

“I enlisted.”

“Hmm. As an officer?”

“As a soldier.”

“…Aren’t you from a noble family?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

But why did he enlist as a soldier instead of becoming an officer?

The professor’s gaze seemed to ask, ‘What? Are you stupid?’

“Well… It seems you’ve shown exemplary behavior as a noble. Work hard, nonetheless.”

As the professor finished speaking, the other students glanced at the returning student.

They all looked intrigued. Their gazes filled with curiosity.

A nobleman enlisted as a soldier instead of an officer?

No way! They’re all from the 22nd batch, but that person was from the 19th batch!

Unbelievable, they’re all first-years but have different seat arrangements!

Of course, that curious gaze lasted only for about three seconds.

Different batch, same first-year. That’s it.

Everyone soon lost interest in the returning student and focused on the professor’s lecture.

Ah, correction. They’ve started to drift off into a powerful lullaby.

Professor, please. It’s the first day of the second semester, so please finish it early….

* * *

Assistant Professor Markus was checking the number of students for the second semester.

Then, something caught his mischievous eyes.

He found a name he hadn’t seen in a while.

‘Karl?’

At first, he thought he was mistaken. But he was right.

His junior from 3 years ago. They weren’t particularly close, but they knew each other.

Chuckling to himself, Marcus lifted his head at the knock on the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened and it was him.

“What’s up, Karl? Is that really you?”

“Ah, Senior Marcus?”

“I’m an Assistant Professor now.”

“Ah, yes.”

“Come on in. Close the door behind you.”

Never in his wildest dreams did Marcus expect to see him like this.

He thought Karl had just disappeared after taking a leave of absence.

Now, after a while, Marcus opened his mouth up.

“Have all the wounds of your heart healed?”

“Ah, shit. Can we skip that conversation, please?”

“Nope. Not happening. You, my junior, the protagonist of a tragic love story.”

Karl.

His true identity, a nobleman returning from military service, who had confessed his love but was dumped, and took a leave of absence.

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