The noble evil young lady

In fact, my previous university here is very different. To put it bluntly, Carleton is just a top business school. After I registered, I went to the student dormitory to pack my luggage and then went to the designated classroom without stopping. It was a buffer. No time for me.

It’s past the rush hour for school now, and the school bus doesn’t know where to go, so I had to look for my classroom while holding the school map.

Since the teaching buildings are scattered, it is extra laborious to find them.

Just when I was sweating profusely from running and complaining about why the distance between the dormitory building and the teaching building was so far away, I looked up and saw the word "4j503", and then I took a long breath and finally found it. . .

I pushed the door lightly and went in. Before I could call for the report, the instructor who was giving a lecture suddenly raised his head and nodded gently to signal me to go in and do a good job.

I glanced at the lecture theater and found that the students were almost all scattered and gathered in a group. There were quite a lot of empty seats.

Swallowing quietly, I grabbed my backpack and sat quietly in the last row. I saw that everyone was accompanied by friends, but I was alone at the back.

Obviously, my movements were really light. It wasn't until after school that the "classmates" in front noticed me sitting at the back.

Everyone who passed by me cast suspicious glances at me, as if they were curious about me, an "outsider".

Gradually, the people slowly left, and the instructor slowly came towards me after sorting out the materials.

She stopped in front of me, and I could see my instructor clearly. She was in her early forties, and she was wearing a neat uniform without any wrinkles. The eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses shone with kindness and friendliness, and she had an oval face. It seems very gentle, but it has a kind of strictness unique to teachers.

"You're new here, right? You just received a notice from the principal that a transfer student will come today." She said while flipping through the tablet in her hand.

"Hello, teacher!" I stood up obediently and saluted the teacher.

Her hand on the tablet suddenly stopped, staring at the screen and said: "You are called... Your name is actually empty!"

I scratched my head in embarrassment, thinking: maybe Teng Yi made it specially to prevent Shucha from finding me.

But what about my name?Japanese name?Forget it, the English name is the safest, and it is actually very common to use English names here.

So I made up a random name: "My English name is della!"

"della?" she murmured, and entered my name into the file.

"Welcome to Carleton College. My name is Watanabe. I will be your counselor from now on. I hope you can adapt to the environment here as soon as possible!"

I was worried that she would ask me what my scientific name was, but I didn't expect her to say such an official sentence to me and leave directly.

Is it true that this place is so democratic that students can use whatever name they want?

I was quietly proud in my heart, and the big stone in my heart slowly fell.

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New characters will appear in the next chapter!