First Lesson of the Semester

"You're Mike? I heard about you from some people at the Law Faculty!"

"This is yours. Please keep it!"

Mike took it and asked the gray-haired old lady again.

"May I know what this credit card is for?"

The gray-haired old lady smiled and said to Mike, "You'll know soon enough!"

Mike wanted to ask more questions.

However, the gray-haired old lady had already closed the window.

"Alas, it seems that I have to figure everything out here by myself."

Mike said leisurely.

Holding the key to the dormitory, Mike and Seigne parted ways.

He walked through a grassy lawn before spotting a red building.

The building looked like a magnified version of a church.

"Looks like this will be my new home."

Pushing open a white door, the smell of books filled the air.

Mike looked for the number on the key and easily found his room.

It was a single room with good lighting.