A stinky cultivator has arrived in the magic world.

Chapter 15: No Playing with Classmates

Cecilia's stunningly beautiful face was filled with astonishment; her red lips parted slightly, and a ripple of emotion stirred in her usually calm eyes.

"Are you...are you really sure Professor Sylvie gave this to you personally?"

She had been quite aloof before, but now that she was moved, she had a unique charm.

The sound startled several upperclassmen who were rummaging through things nearby. They all looked up at Lorne, their eyes falling on the badge in his hand, and then a look of surprise appeared on their faces.

Lorne held up the badge so she could see the green leaf design clearly: "How could this be fake? I can't possibly steal it from Professor Sylvie."

"Why are you so surprised, senior?"

Senior Cecilia took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down:

"Professor Sylvie is a Potions Master and the Vice President of the Potions Society. Her greenhouse cultivates countless precious potions, some of which are long extinct outside, such as the Startear Silver Fern and the Silvervein Snowflake. It's the holy grail of Potions in the hearts of all my students!"

Her eyes lowered, and a complex expression appeared on her exquisite face:

"Those magical potions are too precious for ordinary students to come into contact with. Only the top three students in each academic year of the Wood Academy have the opportunity to be allowed to enter for a period of time, but the number of times and the market are strictly limited. Twenty credits are deducted each time they enter."

"As for students in other colleges, the requirements are even stricter."

Although she spoke as calmly and objectively as possible, Lorne could still sense that this senior from Thunder Academy seemed to harbor a deep-seated longing for Sylvie's sheltered environment.

Strange, she is a student of Thunder Academy, and has nothing to do with Wood Academy or Potions. Why would she have such aspirations?

He glanced at Cecilia, who was silent and somewhat lost in thought, and seemed to be pondering something.

However, other older students nearby couldn't help but speak up:

"You actually received a certificate personally given to you by her? It allows you to enter the greenhouse and visit Professor Sylvie anytime, without limit or penalty?" A senior student from the Wood Academy stared in disbelief. "I've been in the academy for so long, and I've never seen anyone receive such treatment."

"It's not just you," another senior student chimed in sourly, "I've repeated five years in total, including my first and second years, and I've never seen anything like this."

"Don't forget, he's still a freshman."

Upon hearing this, everyone was even more astonished, and their gazes toward Lorne even carried a subtle sense of awe.

They're still freshmen!

For a freshman to be so highly regarded by Professor Sylvie, he must either have an extraordinary background or a special relationship with Professor Sylvie.

Regardless of which type they are, they are all people with a promising future, and befriending them would only bring them benefits.

Several quick-witted students immediately surrounded them.

"Junior Lorne, I'm Isaac, a second-year student at the Wood Academy. If you're interested in Potions in the future, feel free to ask me for advice."

"Junior~ I'm Jasmine, a third-year student from the Wood Academy... When you go to the Sylvie Greenhouse in the future, I can help you out..."

"I am……"

Seeing himself surrounded by a large group of people, Lorne was in a real bind.

He wasn't one to enjoy crowds, and he had previously warned himself not to stand out too much at the academy. Now, with so many people paying attention to him, he was finding it hard to cope.

Let's find an excuse and run away quickly.

Just as I was about to speak, lines of transparent text popped up in front of me:

[You, a bully, have used the title of elder of the Demonic Sect to oppress men and women, and to run rampant in the market, causing many disciples of the Demonic Sect to fear you and actively curry favor with you. You have thus cultivated some connections.]

[Cultivation Points +1!]

[Cultivation Points +1!]

[Cultivation Points +1!]

【…】

Ok?

Lorne blinked, glanced at his points balance, and then looked at the enthusiastic smiling faces in front of him.

...But then again, I love making friends!

"Thank you all for your kindness and support..."

Lorne smiled broadly and warmly greeted everyone by extending his hand.

……

Viola, standing nearby, watched Lorne skillfully maneuvering among the upperclassmen, her eyes widening in disbelief.

No, I didn't miss any steps, so how did you become a heartthrob?

And where did you get this intimate relationship with Professor Sylvie from?

She and Lorne had stayed together all day, and she hadn't seen any special relationship between Professor Sylvie and Lorne. It was the first time they had met at the admissions plaza.

And yet, in just a short time, this guy has already won the favor of the beautiful professor?!

What exactly happened between them while I was away?

In the blink of an eye, Viola had already conjured up a series of stories in her mind, and her gaze toward Lorne gradually changed.

……

After Lorne said goodbye to his senior classmates, Viola had already left, so he headed towards the dormitory area.

Following the direction indicated by the shimmering light of the badge, Lorne crossed a vast lawn and a clear stream, stopping in front of an exquisite wooden cabin.

The wooden house was small, with a pot of purple flowers on the steps, swaying gently in the evening breeze.

He pressed the badge against the door, and the door slid open silently.

Lorne was stunned. The room was brightly lit, with several magic crystals emitting an orange glow, as if bringing dusk into the room.

The floor was clean and there were no creaking noises. The large wooden bed was covered with snow-white bedding, and the pillows were as fluffy as freshly baked bread.

On the desk by the window, two sets of robes, a roll of parchment, and a small bag of dried bread were neatly folded.

Pushing open the wooden window, the babbling brook and the scent of fresh grass wafted in.

"As expected of a top-tier university."

Lorne's lips curled up uncontrollably.

Compared to the leaky, drafty attic in the orphanage where he used to live, which was also infested with old trees, this new little house is clean and cozy, and there's a beautiful stream outside. His living conditions are so much better now.

I study hard and get into a good school, isn't that what I'm doing all this for?

"That felt so good!"

He stuffed some imported bread into his mouth, picked up the parchment from the table, leaned back on the bed, and sank into the soft mattress, looking at it in the light emitted by the magic crystal.

This is a freshman guide for every new student, featuring a map of the college and descriptions of various buildings, including the Great Library, the Dining Hall, the Echo Monument Square, the Eight Elemental Towers, and more.

Lorne's gaze lingered on the main library for a moment before continuing to look at the next section, which contained the first-year curriculum, school rules, and regulations.

"No turning steamed buns into foie gras in the cafeteria? No joking about dwarf classmates?... What on earth is going on?"

He turned the page and saw several more outrageous ones.

"The use of magic like 'time stop' is prohibited within the academy? Playing pranks on classmates is forbidden? Throwing bones at the instructor during combat classes is prohibited?"

"Hmm, this school rule, which forbids interracial relationships without parental permission, seems a bit like the story of Tormont's parents. Does that mean the other school rules are...?"

He suddenly realized that behind each of these bizarre school rules, there might be an even more bizarre story.

As he looked at it, drowsiness crept in, and he stuffed the parchment into his pillow.

"Since things have come to this, let's go to sleep first... I'll go to the Grand Library tomorrow and see if I can snag any good opportunities."

After all, in many stories, libraries are a treasure trove for finding hidden gems; who knows, you might just stumble upon an external brain?