Yun Jian had never been a forgetful person or one who slept in, but she did not look fazed even when she was 25 minutes late.

If a regular high school student who scored well were to realize they were late out of a sudden—for almost half an hour too at that, they would have panicked right now. Perhaps, they would even stagger in their steps as their heart lurched in worry that the teacher would scold them.

When Yun Jian was late, she did not look scared at all. Swinging her arm hard, she flung her school bag from the door of the classroom straight to her desk in a beautiful arc.

Her classmates who witnessed it were flabbergasted but they quickly snapped out of their trance. Yun Jian was a member of the Advanced Special Forces and Slashing God of Team Monarch after all! Of course throwing a school bag would come easy to her.

"I'm out then."

Zhang Jian nodded in a daze when Yun Jian's melodious voice rang after that. The girl turned to leave the classroom and ran for the field. Watching Yun Jian leave, Zhang Jian could not help staring in veneration and exclaimed, "This is my grandmaster, so cool!"

A guy next to him smacked his head and teased Zhang Jian, "You got so freaking lucky to be able to call Yun Jian your grandmaster!"

The classmate looked completely envious as he spoke while Zhang Jian cackled and replied, "I'm lucky I'm smart and agreed to take Zhang Shaofeng as my master. Right, how dare you hit me huh, punk…"

…

Yun Jian was not able to see what happened in the classroom as she had gone running speedily to the field right now. The students who assembled to participate in the speech contest were already seated in the bus.

Making her way there now, Yun Jian became the center of attention as the students who were already in the bus looked at her through the window. She was the first to be late.

There were only a handful of students in a class who got to join the speech competition, so those who had the opportunity took it seriously. They could not help doing a double take at Yun Jian since she did not look like she regarded the matter with equal importance.

"Which class are you from? Name? Do you know that you're late?" A bald male teacher jogged over to Yun Jian when he saw her and chided her sternly like a typical condescending teacher.

If it had been any other student, they would have bowed in admitting their mistake once the male teacher scolded them, but Yun Jian merely glanced up at him to answer, "Grade 9 Class A, Yun Jian."

With that, she went to the bus.

There was only one bus stopped in the large field and it was a big bus, which meant that it could take a lot of passengers in it. There were not many students who were participating in this competition and Class A was a priority class, so there were more slots—three in total—given to them, while other classes only had one slot.

"Yun Jian, hold on!" The bald male teacher huffed in annoyance when he saw that Yun Jian ignored him. He was a pedantic teacher, so he felt that what Yun Jian did was disrespecting him as her teacher.

"Hmm?" Yun Jian turned with a raised brow.

"You mustn't be late again. All the students who are taking part in the competition are waiting for you and you alone. If you're late again, you won't have a chance to join competitions like this in the future!" The way he said it made it sound like it was Yun Jian's honor and luck accumulated over lifetimes. There was also a strong dogmatic and patronizing tone from the male teacher.