[Texture refers to the feeling or sensation that the material and quality of an object evokes. Mechanical texture refers to the texture of mechanical parts. Simply put, a person with a talent for mechanical texture can tell the performance and utilization rate of a mecha's parts at a glance, without needing instruments to test them. If this talent is used frequently and improved, it can even reveal the basic attributes of a mecha.] The system tries to explain as simply as possible.

[That sounds amazing. But—do I have that talent?]

[Yes.] The system answered affirmatively.

Lian Han pursed her lips, clearly not believing it. How come she didn't know she had it?

[Host, please bring up your personal information interface and take another look.]

Lian Han glanced at the class teacher on the podium, and with some skepticism, brought up the interface, since no one else could see it anyway.

Name: Lian Han

Gender: Female

Age: 21

Health Points: 18

Physical condition: Grade F

Mental strength: Unknown

Talent Skill: Mechanical Texture

Superpowers: Water-based (variable), directional spatial jump

Ability Level: Unknown

Lian Han: ...Where did this come from? There was no talent skill section just ten minutes ago!

System: [Host, don't get excited. Life is a continuous process of exploration. As the system's chosen sole guardian, your abilities extend far beyond what you've described; much more awaits your discovery.]

Lian Han took a minute to process this. [So, there are other things like this: I know them, but I didn't know I knew them?]

That's true.

[What can I do?] Lian Han's interest was piqued.

[This requires the host to discover it.]

[System, just tell me...]

Suddenly, someone touched her arm. Lian Han turned her head and saw Zong, the classmate who had spoken to her earlier, winking at her. Then she looked up and saw her instructor, He Li, staring at her. Lian Han blinked and then gave an innocent smile.

Faced with Prince Lian Han's signature smile, He Li seemed to be taken aback for a moment, then shifted her gaze, "Zong Yijun, don't make any small movements during class."

"Yes." Zong Yijun, who was called out, felt a little aggrieved, but when he saw Lian Han turn his head and look at him apologetically, he was instantly healed.

At least I gained Lian Han's favor, didn't I? And Lian Han is amazing! He got caught daydreaming in class, yet he didn't get singled out and criticized by the class teacher!

"Alright, now that we're all in university, I'm sure you're all adults. If you have any questions, ask the AI ​​or your classmates. Enough with the chit-chat, get out of class dismissed. Classes start this afternoon, so don't be late."

As soon as Heli left, the class erupted in excitement. Although everyone was of good character and had gone through a month of military training, they were all naturally excited at the start of their university life.

"This homeroom teacher looks really strict!"

"You don't know? Heri Vincent, one of the nine strictest mentors in Crimson Flame. Don't let her pretty face fool you, she's expelled the most students since she arrived! How did we end up in her hands?"

"Don't say that. Although the school hasn't said it explicitly, everyone knows that Class 1 is the key group to be cultivated. This mentor, Herri, must be really talented to be teaching us."

Is it that strict? Because of everyone's conversation, Lian Han became a little curious about this class teacher, but she didn't feel like asking. She would just have San'er check it out later.

Thinking it over, Lian Han stood up. "Zong, do you want to come along?"

"Great!" Zong Yijun was delighted and immediately stood up.

Watching them leave, the students looked at each other and gradually quieted down. Class was over, and they were still talking here—wasn't it all just to pique Lian Han's interest so they could strike up a conversation and build rapport?

But now—why aren't they sitting next to Lian Han?

Lian Han glanced at the time. "It's only nine o'clock. Zong, do you want to go for a walk together? I just arrived yesterday and haven't had a proper look at Chi Yan yet."

"Okay." Zong Yijun responded faster than he could think, then realized, "You didn't participate in military training?"

"Yes. What the instructor just said was no joke. My physical condition is really weak. In my sister's words, if I go to participate in military training, I will have to lie in the medical ward for at least 29 days a month."

Lying in bed for twenty-nine days? Zong Yijun was taken aback, looking at the girl in surprise. If Lian Han said that, then her physical condition must be exceptionally poor.

Although the military training at Chiyan is rigorous, it is designed based on the trainees' basic physical fitness. It is close to the limit but will not cross the limit, and it is still within their acceptable range.

Even trainees with a D-level physique can grit their teeth and persevere. But Lian Han…

"It's better if you don't go to military training. You know how tiring it is every day? If it weren't for the underground training ground, you would definitely see a bunch of black people when you come here. That would be too miserable, okay?"

"Is that so? What kind of training does military training involve?"

"Don't even mention it, it's a tearjerker." Zong Yijun changed the subject at the right moment. "This is the first time I've met someone with such a mechanical feel. Lian Han is really amazing."

"No, not at all. I don't even know about this talent myself. My brother enrolled me in all the schools."

"Huh?"

“My brother is very capable. He arranged my special admission spot.” Lian Han said with a smile.

The older brother and sister she was referring to were, of course, Rella and Hathaway.

Rella explained that she is now the daughter of one of Elder Heidi's old friends, who is also Hathaway's sister. Rella and Hathaway are the same age—so Rella is the older brother.

"I see. Where would you like to go first, Lian Han?" Zong Yijun took out his flying skateboard.

Although I'm curious about where her supposed brother got such great abilities, it's not good to pry into someone's privacy.

"Let's go to the food street—Zong has a skateboard."

Seeing the troubled look on Lian Han's face, Zong Yijun asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"My brother won't let me buy a flying skateboard, saying my body can't handle it." Lian Han's voice grew softer and softer.

Although she had no problem using her mental power, they wouldn't allow her to reveal it. Well, not them, but Elder Meg—the person Lian Han feared most.

Lian Han's voice, low and trembling with guilt, sounded clearly one of disappointment and distress to Zong Yijun. A pang of pity struck her, and she patted Lian Han's shoulder. "Don't be sad. Mechanical textures are something we all dream of. And I'm a B-rank! I'll protect you from now on. Anyone who bullies you, I'll beat them up!"

"I'm not sad."

Lian Han looked at her in confusion, only to receive a reassuring smile from Zong Yijun, who put the flying skateboard into his spatial folding bracelet. "Okay, you're not sad. Then let's take the hoverbus."

"Thank you for your trouble, Zong." Lian Han was a little embarrassed, after all, the flying skateboard was much more convenient than the bus.

"May I call you Lian Han?"

"Ah, sure."

"Then Lian Han can call me Yi Jun from now on! I want to be Lian Han's first friend at school!" the girl said with a grin.

"Okay." Lian Han smiled as well.

Friends her age. Rella and the others are all several years older than her; Zong Yijun is truly the first one. This is a great start.