Chapter 440: I’m a Laid-Back Winner Dog
Without a doubt, bright and early on the following Monday, the Saint Felis Daily released an urgent edition.
The review of yesterday’s welcome party declared that those who missed it were at a loss.
Even the renowned five-star critic, the President of the Nonsense News Agency, commented, “We really wanted to present the scene as it was in the paper, but we just couldn’t.”
Seeing the newspaper sent the seniors and many instructors into a frenzy of curiosity, asking questions left and right.
On the other hand, the freshmen were a bit more collected; they had already done all the excitement yesterday.
Now, it was time for a sage moment of wisdom.
“I know you’re eager, but hold your horses. I can’t explain this to you; you just have to grasp it intuitively.”
Anyway, we’ve seen it, we’ve enjoyed it, and that’s the currency of showing off.
Yuliya and her entourage arrived at the classroom, ready for lessons.
After feeling a little out of sorts from yesterday’s show, they quickly returned to normal.
Before long, the bell rang, and the instructor walked into the classroom, heading to the podium.
A lot of students noticed something was off.
Wait, why is there a different person up there?
The instructor tapped the desk to grab everyone’s attention.
“Alright, class is in session. Let me introduce myself; I’m Okor.”
He glanced over the hundred or so students below, clearly spotting a few familiar faces.
“Several of you should know me; I was one of the examiners during the entrance assessments.”
“Last week was the freshman experience week, and you should have encountered many of the academy’s unique features. This week, we’re officially starting our studies.”
Okor laid out the academy’s further arrangements.
In other words, the nearly hundred people here would form a class.
Although the academy was open and the management lax, these students would still be split up based on their various academic focuses.
But for the freshmen, there was still a need for a unified management pathway to address problems collectively.
So, the first class every Monday essentially served as their class meeting.
And Okor played the role of homeroom teacher.
“For the next while, everyone will be forming a class, so let’s get to know each other. Students, please introduce yourselves. Who wants to go first?”
Okor smiled at the students.
At that moment, all eyes converged on a particular corner at the back.
Yuliya: …
“Looks like everyone is eager to know a bit about that student over there.”
Okor’s gaze followed suit.
He’d had his eye on her the whole time.
Getting a gem like her in his class was a stroke of luck; he wasn’t about to let that slip by.
“Uh… do I really need to introduce myself?”
Yuliya’s voice wasn’t loud, but everyone could hear her clearly.
“Everyone knows you, but we don’t know much about you. It’s a chance for us to understand you better.”
“Well, I don’t really know what to say.”
“Just talk about your background, hobbies, and things like that. If you’re really stuck, you could even discuss why you’re so ‘excellent’ and what your thought process was to get there.”
That last part was Okor’s main focus.
Role models should share their insights to inspire a spark in their peers’ learning enthusiasm.
Yuliya pondered while resting her chin on her hand, and then suddenly nodded vigorously, “I got it!”
Okor smiled and nodded.
A flicker of understanding—now that’s a good student.
“Please come up to the stage; it’ll help everyone hear you better.”
Yuliya approached the stage while Okor moved to the side.
“I’m Riya, from the Lysetti Kingdom. My hobby? I love everything!”
“As for the review I received during the entrance assessments, there’s definitely something I want to tell you all.”
The students straightened up, now seriously listening.
Okor smiled, quite pleased.
Yuliya scanned the room and suddenly smirked, “I think that review is meaningless.”
“Why is everyone so concerned about that review? It just distorts your efforts!”
Okor’s smile froze instantly.
The other students were equally stunned.
But Yuliya continued, “A lot of you should remember the situation. There were hundreds of us candidates facing two Chimeras.”
“I ultimately defeated the fused Chimera, and then I got the ‘Excellence’ grade, declaring me the MVP. Many students got ‘Passing,’ and they’re the laid-back winners; is that right?”
“Not right! This was a team battle; we all faced this challenge together. Each one of us gave our all and was trying hard.”
“In fact, for a long time, I was just hiding in the back, not doing anything, and it was purely luck that I landed the final blow on the Chimera.”
“So by that calculation, I’m also a laid-back winner dog.”
“So, we shouldn’t care too much about this grading. Anyone who gets into Saint Felis Academy is top-notch!”
At this point, Okor’s expression regained some color.
Even though she started off a bit frightening, her main point was positive—it encouraged everyone.
However, some matters needed clarification.
So he stepped up to take the floor: “Regarding the academy’s student grading system, there indeed are occasional discrepancies. That’s why we have multiple grading opportunities and consider various aspects to ensure objectivity and fairness.”
“And the ‘Excellence’ grade is something we award very carefully; we don’t hand it out lightly. Riya receiving it was entirely due to her performance meeting the evaluation criteria. At least, it was that way for this assessment.”
“Some students could see that Riya’s insights, reflexes, and innovative thinking qualities are among the best in the freshmen. These are our evaluation points.”
“When she says she’s a laid-back winner, that’s just self-deprecation. But she’s also right; don’t take this grading too seriously; there will be opportunities later. Once you’re in Saint Felis Academy, it means you’re all the top of your class.”
Yuliya suddenly chimed in, “Teacher, I still have something to share with my classmates on this point.”
“Uh… cough cough!” Okor cleared his throat. “Well, we’re a bit pressed for time, and there are still many students eager to introduce themselves. How about we wrap this up for now?”
Yuliya glanced at her peers, and there were hardly any lining up to take the stage.
Was that fibbing?
Of course, Okor wouldn’t let her ramble on—who knew what else she’d say that could shock everyone?
This is simply what it means to be a genius; their perspectives are just… different.
She never fails to amaze with her words.
“Our class has other arrangements; Riya, if you have more thoughts, come find me after class, and we can chat privately. Now, let’s move on to the next one.”
Yuliya shrugged and returned to her seat.
So, it’s you if I want to speak, and still you if I don’t? Blame me, huh?
As for after class? What’s even the point?
