It was crazy. I dusted off my training uniform, grabbed my phone instantly, and when I saw the time—7:30—I realized I was running late. I hurriedly saved my book in the system and rushed out. Classes were about to start.
When I entered the classroom, the first person to greet me was Erwing. He offered me a seat next to him with a smile, but I politely declined, not feeling comfortable in the midst of so much noise. I preferred a corner seat near the window, where I could think more calmly. As I settled in, I looked around the room, which, although full of students, seemed surprisingly empty to me, as if everyone was in their own worlds.
