Chapter 227: Enrollment, Then Meeting the Wheelchair Girl (May 15

Three figures appeared instantly outside the cave entrance.

Behind them, the black cave entrance swiftly contracted and then vanished.

Chen Zhonghao immediately grabbed the falling Qin Chuan, his face showing respect, "Mr. Qin, thank you for your help."

Witnessing firsthand the move of this person who had become a legend inside the Special Affairs Group, the absolute gap in strength left him unable to hide his shock.

Qin Chuan didn't respond, merely glancing at the foreign man with lifeless eyes held in Chen Zhonghao's other hand at his waist.

Had it not been for noticing his Blue Star attire, starkly different from the dungeon's environment, and the gleaming brand logo on it, Qin Chuan would have almost slain him as well.

And finding the passage's core without killing this man also proved he wasn't a native spirit of the dungeon.

Barring any surprises, he's the one who prevented the dungeon from being cleared in 72 hours.

Thinking of the hidden figure in the black robe he saw at the last moment, Qin Chuan now had no mind to worry about anything else.

Let the Special Affairs Group deal with this guy's follow‑up problems.

A sharp whistling sound came from afar; Qin Chuan snapped to attention and saw a black dot on the horizon rapidly approaching.

By the time he could make out what the black dot was, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Quite a commotion. —

Yanjing University.

As one of the two top institutions of Yanhuang State, its fame needs no elaboration; even just the daily sightseers number in the hundreds.

And this number will surge even further after the college entrance exams, during summer break.

In countless parents' minds, being able to bring their children ahead of time to visit Yanjing University is undoubtedly highly motivating.

Yet, being midsummer, today Yan Da refused entry to outsiders, unlike usual.

Because today is the day for freshmen to report and enroll at Yan Da.

Although only the Supernatural College's students were registering early, this is the first enrollment since the college's founding.

As the department currently under the spotlight, amid rapidly changing circumstances, this enrollment registration must go off without a hitch.

Today, aside from Yan Da's faculty and staff, only those reporting for admission may bring their families onto the Yan Da campus with their admission letters.

Outside Yan Da's gate, new students and their families lugging bags were excited; just seeing the calligraphic "Yanjing University" on the gate filled them with pride.

Although only one department's freshmen were enrolling, the scene remained extraordinarily lively.

A car drove down the road and finally stopped at the curb opposite the gate.

Qin Chuan stepped out from the rear seat, retrieved his luggage from the trunk, glanced at the bustle outside the gate, and let out a slight sigh of relief.

"Good, I didn't miss it."

Who would have thought that on a single flight he'd experience first‑class comfort, the thrill of bailing out mid‑flight, and end up being delivered to Yanjing by a fighter jet?

The latter half of the flight wasn't great—the two‑seat fighter's cockpit was cramped, and the enthusiastic pilot insisted on trying an aerial flip with him.

After being picked up by the Special Affairs Group, Qin Chuan received the luggage they had fetched for him, recounted his experience in the Alabaka Mountain Range, and was then driven by their special vehicle to Yan Da.

No matter how winding and bizarre the process, at least he had arrived.

However, there is still one piece of bad news.

Long Ji told him that many passengers on the plane had filmed his bailout; although the Special Affairs Group reacted swiftly, stopping and deleting much of it onboard and urging the net‑supervision department to act before it spread online, some people still saw the footage. As for this, Qin Chuan was rather indifferent.

There's no shortage of smart people in this world.

In the month or so since Shui Hua broke through to the Hall Tier, his identity has remained concealed entirely thanks to the Special Affairs Group's behind‑the‑scenes efforts.

Being able to keep it hidden this long has already surprised him.

Composing himself, Qin Chuan watched the Special Affairs Group's vehicle drive off, then picked up his two suitcases, crossed the road, and stood at the rear of the entry line.

Ahead of him stood a young man about his age and the young man's parents.

Noticing the extra figure behind them, the mother smiled and struck up a conversation, "Fellow student, are you also here early to register for the Supernatural College? Are you in the Combat major?"

"Yes." Qin Chuan nodded.

"Ah! Then you and our Xiao Chen are in the same major!" The woman's smile grew more enthusiastic, "Just looking at you, you're the independent type of good kid—unlike our Xiao Chen, who still needs his parents to drop him off at college; if we become classmates, he ought to learn from you!"

The young man's face instantly darkened with two black lines, as if he wanted to say something, but under his mother's threatening glare he muttered a few words only he could hear, and received a sympathetic pat on the shoulder from his father.

This mother seemed especially warm and talkative, pulling Qin Chuan into endless chatter; fortunately, her words weren't entirely without substance.

For instance, Qin Chuan knew the Supernatural Combat Department was split into sixteen classes, the Supernatural Theory Department into four, each class numbering around fifty students.

One institute, a yearly intake of a thousand—this enrollment figure is quite astonishing.

Soon, the line of those entering the school reached the family of three ahead.

That mother finally stopped talking, registered at the guardhouse, and hurriedly brought her child inside.

Qin Chuan let out a small sigh, showed his admission letter to the guard, then walked straight in with his two suitcases.

"Underclassman, what's your major?" a tall, attractive girl wearing a "Volunteer" armband hurried over, smiling.

"Supernatural Combat, may I ask where the registration office is?" Qin Chuan inquired politely.

"Oh, you're in Supernatural Combat!" the girl's eyes lit up, "The registration office is at the campus center; let me show you…"

"Found it." Qin Chuan pulled out the registration booklet, located the campus center on the map inside the cover, nodded to the girl, "Thanks, senior, goodbye."

Only after Qin Chuan walked tens of meters with his two suitcases did that good‑looking senior snap back to reality, regretting and stamping her foot.

Had I known not to reveal the registration spot! Such a handsome junior—if I don't seize the chance now, who knows who'll benefit later! Unaware of that senior's thoughts, Qin Chuan marveled at the high caliber of Yan Da students and their enthusiasm, hurrying toward the registration office.

Just a quick glance earlier showed the registration process is rather cumbersome and will take considerable time.

However, he could first go to the registration office to check his class and dorm assignments, pick up the keys, put his belongings in the dorm ahead of time, then continue registration.

The campus center isn't far from Yan Da's gate; soon Qin Chuan saw the two QR codes posted outside the registration office—scanning them lets him check his class and dorm arrangements.

Combat Class 5.

Dormitory: Building 16, Room 602.

After noting down, Qin Chuan turned his head; his peripheral vision caught a glance at the registration desk, but he froze in place.

A girl wearing a silver mask and a goose‑yellow dress held a stack of registration documents in one hand, emerging from the entrance of the registration office.

Her other hand rested on the armrest's button, controlling the wheelchair beneath her.

(End of chapter)