A new battle has begun, a battlefield called learning.

Starting from the morning when they wake up, silent smoke of war begins to fill the air. Some students arrive at the door of the cafeteria at dawn. As the first group of people to enter, they quickly have breakfast, a few simple breads and eggs, drink a glass of water, and then head to the classroom.

But once inside, I discovered someone had already gotten there first and finished reviewing everything I'd learned the day before. How did they do it? They'd already had breakfast in the dorm. The newcomer, unwilling to be outdone, buried himself in his notes and books.

While Emenas students are brimming with honors and the envy of countless outsiders, they also face fierce competition within the school. While the school claims all students are equal, some students truly demand even greater equality.

Standing at the top of thousands of students are naturally the school's 'Ten Crowns'. These students can be said to be kings in various fields. Even during their time at school, their strength can make them an authority in the outside world. Naturally, they are also the goals followed by many students on campus. Each of them is surrounded by a large group of students, forming campus factions.

In addition to the ten championships, there are also champions or top few winners in some competitions and activities within the college. These students often have extremely outstanding skills and shine extremely brightly. They are also very famous both inside and outside the campus, such as the third-year 'Speed ​​of the West' Ling Xin from the Tower College, the fourth-year 'Shuliu Sword' Bu Youdao from the Walled City College, and the third-year 'Griffin Heart' Jie Lann from the Bridge Pier College.

In addition to the school celebrities mentioned above, some other students who have achieved good results in competitions and activities are also excellent. They have solid abilities in all aspects and are particularly outstanding in some aspects. In their respective classes, they are among the top students.

Then there are the vast majority of ordinary students, whose grades are neither good nor bad, some are mediocre, and some are strong in certain subjects, but those subjects are not yet amazing. Some of them need to work hard to graduate normally, while others can only continue in grades 3-4 and eventually graduate.

Finally, there is the bottom layer, which is the tail end of the class. They often have a weak foundation or give up on themselves. Their grades and abilities are very poor. These people basically cannot graduate normally and face the risk of being expelled at any time.

Kafla used to belong to the lowest level. In fact, students at this level often have difficulty communicating with people around them, because classmates have gradually assumed that you will leave next year and are unwilling to communicate too much.

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The crowded classroom was a little noisy. There were still two minutes before class started, and the classroom was already full of students. The teacher was still on his way in the corridor.

"How strange, that Kafla guy is late today."

"Doesn't she always come early?"

"Who knows where she went last night? She didn't come back to the dormitory all night."

"Wow, that's impressive! The dorm supervisor will probably record it when they check in."

"Yes, credits will be deducted. Freshmen already have fewer sources of credits. I think she's going to leave early."

"That's good. Now our dormitory is quiet."

While the students were still immersed in their conversation, a figure with dark purple hair pushed open the classroom door breathlessly, held the door lightly, then entered the classroom, found an empty seat, and sat down exhausted.

"You're here?"

"Tsk, I really don't know which man she spent last night with."

"The teacher is here." The classroom suddenly became quiet.

A female teacher in a dark dress walked up to the podium. She looked to be about 40 years old, with a stern expression and the glasses on her nose reflecting a cold light.

She swept her gaze across the entire classroom, and every student who saw her shuddered. This was not only because of the teacher's strict style, but also because her strength was at Sequence 7, a level that most students would never reach in their entire lives. Those eyes didn't just look stern; they truly contained a sense of intimidation and pressure on the soul.

She opened her lesson plan book and said coldly, "Let the class begin."

The classroom was filled with silence, followed by the sound of pages turning. As all the students lowered their heads and opened their books, the teacher glanced at the student with dark purple hair. She had seen him run into the classroom from the corridor.

With her strict style, she really didn't like people being late, and the fact that they were students with poor grades only added to her annoyance. Although the student finally entered the classroom before the bell rang, she was still a little unswerving.

She pointed at Kafla, who had just sat down, and said, "Student, please answer the question I gave last class about the composition of the Falcon Kingdom and the historical reasons for its formation."

Kafla looked surprised, but didn't hesitate, quickly standing up. This question actually had two parts. The teacher had indeed covered the first part, the composition of the Falcon Kingdom, but the historical reasons for the latter part were not explicitly explained. Only some background information was given in the previous class, leaving students to ponder the reasons. If one were just casually listening to the lecture, one would be rushed and would definitely not be able to answer completely.

"The Falcon Kingdom is a dualistic state governed by the Winged Clan and the Knights."

Kafla first answered part of the question, and then her brain began to think with all her might. After Professor Loran Hill gave her some ways of thinking last night, she was able to understand everything, making some of the vague points in the past become very easy to think about.

"The Winged Tribe was once a tribe from the Orc Empire. However, compared to other Orcs, they are highly educated. After the fall of the Mad Fang Empire, they were even unwilling to interact with other Orc races. They were very aloof and arrogant, and have always lived on the White Cliff Plateau on the west side of the continent. It is close to the sea and has many mountains, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack."

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