The Interstellar Queen of Scavengers-Chapter 1093: Class Begins

All the students reported in and were about to start their regular studies. Whether old or new, everyone at the Lanyue Star Military Academy was filled with anticipation for the upcoming academic life.

Ji You was no exception.

After a morning run, Ji You hurried to the cafeteria to buy breakfast. There was a little incident while buying breakfast: at the beloved braised ribs counter where Ji You often went, today it was Senior He Bi serving.

As the only student in the entire school to get into the top ten of the United University, He Bi was as popular as Ji You. Many new students flocked to this counter to catch a close-up glance at Senior He Bi, as if getting food from He Bi would make them just as amazing one day.

The juniors and sophomores were so enthusiastic that the line stretched long, and seeing that it would be impossible to buy from there, Ji You reluctantly changed to a different counter and bought a sandwich and a cup of milk for breakfast.

Ji You initially wanted to chat with Senior He Bi about some inconsequential things, like urging him to repay an imaginary debt.

Ahem...

Although Ji You couldn’t remember when Senior He Bi had owed her money, the idea of creating a fiction about it a few times made it feel almost real.

Thinking slyly like this... With the breakfast tray in hand, before leaving the cafeteria, Ji You intentionally looked back at the counter where He Bi was.

Inside the serving counter, just after seriously refusing a photo request from an enthusiastic junior, He Bi was about to serve her an egg pancake when he suddenly sneezed out of nowhere.

He Bi maintained a serious expression while secretly thinking: Who’s behind my back cursing me?

...

Before entering the Combat Department teaching building, Ji You checked the messages on her Light Computer but didn’t see a reply from Senior Shi Ya.

Senior Shi Ya didn’t leave school last semester; she directly rented a mechanical manufacturing lab from the school and buried herself in it, rarely coming out. Ji You heard from Shi Ya’s classmates that it had been 20 days since she last entered the lab.

It must be a critical moment, so it’s uncertain when she’ll be out next.

Ji You didn’t dare disturb her, only sending a message to Senior Shi Ya on the first day back, informing her of her timely return and asking her to message back when convenient.

From Ji You’s return to the official start of classes, 3 days had passed, and there was still no reply from Senior Shi Ya.

Looking through the messages, Ji You hadn’t received any from Sister Liya or Brother Qiong either, which made Ji You walk into the Combat Department training room with a slightly worried heart.

Inside the training room, rows of seats were arranged. Besides students unsuited for the Combat Department who had transferred, there were currently 971 students in the Combat Department, with 971 available seats.

When Ji You entered, many students were already seated, all sitting upright and proper, not a word exchanged nor a whisper heard among them...

Ji You paused, then checked the time and found there were still 10 minutes before class started.

Such a long time, yet not a word, clearly something was off!

So—

Ji You looked towards the deserted corner and indeed saw a familiar figure sitting there, arms crossed, eyes narrowed, focused on watching a drama.

The drama’s title was familiar to Ji You, once again starring Alliance Flower Ye Lu’s "I’m the Queen."

Ji You’s mouth twitched, whispering to herself: "Teacher Mu is watching another melodrama. Really—"

An absolute melodrama fanatic.

Mu Jianling seemed to sense something, her ear twitched slightly. Ji You, sharp-eyed, immediately shut her mouth tightly, pretending as if she hadn’t said a word. Then, Ji You glanced around, realizing the seats farthest from Teacher Mu were all taken. After some thought, she decided to choose a spot a bit farther from Teacher Mu and swiftly darted over, plopping down.

Then.

Sitting on her right was Liu Fufeng, who was scribbling with a pen. Upon hearing the chair scrape beside him, he paused, glanced at Ji You, and said, "Good morning, Ji You."

Ji You smiled, "Good morning, Student Fufeng."

Then.

Liu Fufeng lowered his head, continuing to scribble.

Ji You inadvertently glanced over and noticed that Liu Fufeng wasn’t drawing those ghost talismans today but a rather serious landscape painting: a tree, a river, a mountain, and a flock of birds flying in the sky.

Ji You teased, "Hey, today’s drawing looks quite normal."

Liu Fufeng paused his pen, earnestly replied, "Practicing basic skills. I’ve regressed, need some catch-up."

Ji You: "Oh—"

Liu Fufeng further explained, "A curse technique also needs a foundation in basic skills; without it, the curse technique becomes ineffective."

Ji You: "..."

At this moment, footsteps suddenly echoed from the training room doors, tap tap tap...

Following the sound, Ji You looked up to see Chu Jiaojiao, Yue Qiguang... a few others. Chu Jiaojiao was carrying a sword, Yue Qiguang lounging with a sledgehammer, and Yue Qiyuan, Sheng Qingyan, and Shen Changqing walked in without weapons, casually trailing behind the other two into the room.

Chu Jiaojiao immediately spotted Ji You and skipped over to sit beside her. Sheng Qingyan, Shen Changqing, and Yue Qiyuan noticed available seats nearby and followed along. However, Yue Qiguang, strangely, didn’t immediately look for a seat but glanced at the empty podium and then—

In one leap, Yue Qiguang jumped onto the podium, looked at the crowd below, lifted his chin, and declared, "Papa’s back. You weak chickens down there, prepare to admire Papa for this semester."

Students: "..."

Silence.

Dead silence.

Initially, Yue Qiguang seemed rather pleased with his stirring effect, but soon realized a chill down his neck and felt intensely watched by some terrifying creature, causing him to shudder thrice.

Mu Jianling raised an eyebrow, "Papa’s back?"

Yue Qiguang shrank his neck, "No such thing, absolutely not."

Having said that.

Yue Qiguang scampered off the podium, into the crowd of students.

Mu Jianling raised an eyebrow, then continued watching the drama.

Thirty seconds before class officially started, Mu Jianling finally closed the drama, stood up, deliberately moved to the podium, arms crossed behind, maintaining her usual expression while exuding an imposing aura on all students.