Ninth class citizen

Chapter 10 The War the World Forgot
The teacher's eyes became a little strange, but eventually softened: "So there is such a consideration. This is indeed something we didn't think carefully about before. Let me think about it. You can live here."

She pointed to a top-floor room in a small red-roofed building. "Double room, 3000 kilowatts a year - this is the lowest-grade dormitory in our college - sorry to have put up with you."

Nan Rong did not delve into her attitude. 3000 Cowans was not a price she could accept.

"Just now you said that this kind of room costs 5000 Cowans for one person, and if two people share the cost, it should be 2500. What's more, the top floor is cold in winter and hot in summer, so the price should be cheaper than other rooms - 2000 a year, no more."

The teacher looked her up and down for a long time, smiled reluctantly, and accepted the money and authorized her to do so.

Nan Rong didn't know that her previous report on the eighth-level immigrant student had been widely spread among the admissions teachers and new students.

He easily spent 50,000 Cowens to choose the most difficult major and had the people from the Special Affairs Bureau send him to school personally. Moreover, he could recognize An Erqi's eighth-magnitude accent based on just a few sentences!
These conditions combined together formed a tangible possibility: Nan Rong was not a native of Xiluo Star, but a daughter who followed an official of the star government to take office!

The senior officials of the federal star government are all citizens of the sixth class or above, and the star leader must be a citizen of the third class or above.

No matter which level of officials, the ninth-class citizens of Xiluo Star cannot afford to offend them.

As for the washed-out school uniform she wore, it was seen as a young lady's special interest in experiencing life, and no one dared to look down on it.

Well, now I specifically asked to choose to share a bed, and it feels exactly the same.

The young lady certainly couldn't be short of money, she just wanted to get closer to the campus life of the lower-level stars.

"Well." The teacher thought for a moment, then hesitantly stopped Nan Rong who was about to leave: "Do you want to buy a school rules manual?"

"School rules manual?" Nan Rong asked in confusion, "Do you have to spend money to buy something like this?"

“Ahem.” The teacher coughed a few times and winked at Nan Rong: “Private schools are all like this. It would be strange if there were any free things - isn’t it?”

What do you mean by free stuff? Nan Rong suddenly felt extremely uneasy. He felt that the remaining 4000 Cowens in the account could not be kept for much longer.

"How much is it?"

"Our school rules manual is the same as all the school's textbooks. It is made of genuine wood fiber paper, printed with pure natural ink and petroleum, with a total thickness of 435 pages, and is wrapped in the top layer of leather from Golden Tooth Rhinoceros."

As the teacher was talking, he took out a thick, quarto booklet with an iron-red leather cover from under the table and stuffed it into Nan Rong's arms enthusiastically.

Nan Rong pushed the booklet away and interrupted the teacher: "Just tell me how much it costs."

"Only 1000 Cowens." The teacher said, "It's really not expensive, compared to the future."

Before he could finish his words, Nan Rong had already left without even a trace left.

The teacher stopped talking angrily, returned to his seat and started looking through the school rules manual.

"If you don't buy it now, you will have to buy it sooner or later." She shook her head.

When it comes to money, even a young lady from a high-ranking planet has to adapt to local customs.

The conditions of sleeping together were considered luxurious in Nan Rong's eyes.

The house of more than 80 square meters is divided into a public living room, a bathroom and two separate bedrooms.

Furniture and bedding, including some household energy equipment, are all available.

One bedroom was vacant, and the door of the other was tightly closed. Judging from the items and utensils placed there, she obviously already had a roommate, and she had lived here for quite some time.

The mental power easily covered the entire house, and there was no one in the bedroom at the moment.

She had no curiosity about her roommate, whom she had never met before. She simply took a shower and went to bed.

In a daze, she heard the sound of someone swiping a card to come in from outside. The footsteps stopped outside her bedroom door, paused for a while, and then went to the room opposite.

As soon as the person left, Nan Rong continued to fall into sleep.

In the brightly lit amusement park, a young man wearing a gray wolf doll costume has gentle eyes and brows, but on his chest is a dark hole cut by a space blade.

"Why?" The man's voice was the same as before, without any change.

"You are not him." She heard her own voice, cold and heartless.

As soon as the words fell, the man's mouth suddenly smiled. The smile continued to grow, and soon it spread to the corners of his eyes.

Figures gathered, and countless masked faces came over and surrounded her tightly.

The masks fell off, revealing the faces underneath, which were either pale and green, or stained with blood. Under the enchanting purple-red moonlight, those familiar faces smiled strangely and hideously.

The scene changed again. The dagger was inserted into the forehead all the way to the handle, and the closed eyes slowly opened.

Those eyes, so deep that they are bottomless, seem to contain the destruction of galaxies and the eternity of time. Just a casual glance is enough to make people feel heartbroken.

The light golden fingers were as sharp as jade, and they moved closer inch by inch, finally pressing on her forehead.

With a loud bang, the whole world collapsed.

Nan Rong woke up, his whole body soaked in cold sweat.

This was the first time in two months that she had dreamed of the final battle of the Corona War.

In the thirty-ninth year of the six thousand one hundred year of the new star calendar, Her Majesty Roslinda, the former first-class citizen of the Federation, the late ninth-rank prophet and listener of destiny, made a final prophecy that a rift in another world will appear out of thin air and a great devil will come to destroy the world.

Her Majesty Roslinda paid with her own life to see that tiny glimmer of hope beyond countless painful inevitabilities.

One thousand young people under the age of eighteen will decide the fate of the entire world.

The Star Alliance was therefore established, and governments around the world united as never before. It took three years to select thousands of outstanding young people and train them carefully, and selected the most outstanding thousand of them.

As a third-order space transcendent, Nan Rong is a strategic elite talent no matter which country he is in. He entered the final list of a thousand people early on and luckily survived to the end. He paid the price of having his transcendent crystal core shattered and killed the great demon king from another world.

But when she opened her eyes again, she found herself back on the planet Shiloh where she was born.

Except for Nan Rong himself, everyone's memory has been rewritten.

The Star Alliance, which brought together the strongest forces of all nations, had never existed, and no one remembered the Corona War.

And she herself became an ordinary high school student in the eyes of others, and unexpectedly had a dismal high school graduation record.

All the salary and bonuses earned from three years of military service, as well as the credit points sufficient to be promoted to sixth-class citizen, were cleared to zero.

It was as if the past three years, those comrades who fought and sacrificed side by side with her, were just a dream to her.

However, the time when Her Majesty Roslinda died was exactly the same as she remembered, and the extraordinary spatial abilities that she was so familiar with also completely disappeared.

All this is like a dream, hard to grasp.

Nan Rong calmed himself and sank his consciousness into the sea of ​​spirituality.

If someone else could see this scene, they would be dumbfounded and would not believe their eyes.

(End of this chapter)