South Lord Literary Society

In the Jin family of three, apart from Mrs. Jin, Mr. Jin and the little boy had not spoken.

Having never met before, the concept of social distancing still existed.

Mr. Jin was dressed like a successful man in a full, crisp suit. His face was slightly round, and he had a small paunch, clearly indicating he ate well.

The little boy, let's call him Little Jin for now, wore a small vest with suspenders, jeans, and little leather shoes. He was dressed very stylishly.

Chen Miemie was not some experienced veteran who had read countless people; he relied more on his own intuition when judging others.

He did not dislike this Mrs. Jin.

As long as there was no genuine malice, the more someone talked, the more information they could provide him.

"Mrs. Jin, is this your child? So handsome at such a young age, he will be incredible when he grows up."

Chen Miemie's little social tip: when meeting a family of three, praise the child instead of the adults, and you can never go wrong.

Sure enough, a smile appeared on Mr. Jin's face.

"Little brother, how should I address you?"

"My name is Chen Miemie."

"Haha, Brother Chen, it is fate that we live in the same building. I am in the transportation business. As neighbors, we should visit each other more often in the future." Mr. Jin extended his hand.

Chen Miemie reached out and shook it gently.

Compared to Mr. Jin, Chen Miemie preferred dealing with Mrs. Jin.

Mrs. Jin wore her emotions on her sleeve and was easier to read.

Mr. Jin was much more worldly. His words were full of adult pleasantries, and his expressions were few, making it hard to sense his true thoughts.

Since Mr. Jin had volunteered his profession, Chen Miemie reciprocated, adding, "I am a student in this year's graduating class."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions on both Mr. and Mrs. Jin's faces changed.

The smiles shifted.

Mrs. Jin put away her smug smile, while Mr. Jin revealed a friendly grin.

"So you are a prospective [Mystic], forgive my lack of manners. Haha, it looks like a big shot is going to emerge from our building." Mr. Jin enthusiastically flattered him.

Mrs. Jin shifted her feet slightly, quietly tucking Little Jin behind her, and fell silent.

"What is a [Mystic]?" Little Jin, who was only six or seven years old, heard a word he did not know.

Mr. Jin patted Little Jin's head. "They are all amazing geniuses like Brother Chen here. You must learn from Uncle Chen."

In the span of a few sentences, the four had descended to the first floor and quickly said their goodbyes.

After the two parties had walked far apart.

Mr. Jin dropped his previously enthusiastic smile. "You almost caused a disaster."

Mrs. Jin, holding Little Jin's hand, moved her lips but ultimately made no sound.

A prospective graduate, especially one who was only days away from taking the graduation exam, was someone no ordinary person would want to provoke.

If they passed, they would leap over the dragon gate, entering the extraordinary, shrouded in mystery, reaping both power and status—ordinary people could not afford to offend them.

Even if they failed, right before the exam, facing a life-or-death choice, they were prone to irritability and impulsiveness, acting without any scruples. Once offended, not even the city's laws could restrain them.

Chen Miemie found a small shop and happily ate a bowl of noodles with double toppings.

This was his first time properly exploring the surrounding area.

The shops in the morning were all open and very bustling.

The variety of shops was not that large.

Back and forth, there were just a few small restaurants, grocery stores, clothing shops, and ingredient suppliers.

They were mostly selling goods; purely service-oriented businesses were rare.

At least, after walking a big circle, he had not seen any barbershops, agencies, or courier services.

After walking for about twenty minutes, just as he was about to turn back.

At the bottom of a building ahead, an area the size of nearly ten storefronts had been completely knocked through and connected into a single, massive store.

It had only one door, with the words "Nanjun" carved above it.

Two burly men stood guard at the door, their hands behind their backs, motionless.

Chen Miemie was curious and walked over.

The burly man on the left stopped him. "Sir, this is the Nanjun Society. May I ask what business you have here?"

Chen Miemie nodded; this burly man was already much more polite than he had imagined.

"I live nearby, just taking a look while passing by."

"The Society is not open to the public. Please stop here."

Chen Miemie did not insist and turned to leave.

Loli Teacher had said that he could go to her if he had any questions these days. A free tool should not go to waste, so Chen Miemie did not hold back and immediately sent a message.

As the mentor leading the graduating class, Fengling was truly ready at all times these days to provide help to the students in her class.

Chen Miemie quickly received a reply.

Time: 10:27 AM

Sender: Loli Teacher

Content: Why did you run off to the [Nanjun Society]? A society is an organization you can choose to join after graduation. Aside from the outer circle, official members are generally Mystics with a [Mystery] level of 1 or higher. Wait until after the graduation exam before considering society matters.

Having gotten his answer and satisfied his curiosity, Chen Miemie turned to head home.

Before he even reached his own building.

He received another message.

Time: 10:39 AM

Sender: Loli Teacher

Content: You have nothing better to do, huh? Stop wandering around and come to the school immediately. Gather at the main gate.

Chen Miemie indeed had nothing to do, and he happened to have just reached the bus stop.

At 11:15 AM, he arrived at the school gate.

More than a dozen people had already gathered at the gate.

Among them were two he recognized: Yue Junyang and Mian Ruyan.

Fengling waved at him, gesturing for him to come over.

"Sister Fengling, why did you call me here in such a hurry?"

"For a good thing, of course. We will wait until 11:30. Once everyone is here, we will head out to visit patients at the hospital."

Hospital? Visit patients?

Chen Miemie's confusion did not show on his face.

But a stray lock of hair on his head stood up and formed the exact shape of a question mark, making it incredibly eye-catching.

Fengling and the group of friends around him were stunned, never expecting Chen Miemie to have such a talent.

However, this was a world of mystery, so everyone easily accepted this new quirk.

"Every year before the graduation exam, people are selected to go to the hospital. Be sharp when you get there; there might be opportunities.

The graduation exam in our Sixiang City has a 5% pass rate, a 5% severe disability rate, and the rest die.

Those in the 5% with severe disabilities are, strictly speaking, official [Mystics] who passed the exam. It is just that they require long-term hospitalization.

They are your seniors and have quite a few good things on hand that they can no longer use themselves. You are going to visit them, and whether you can coax those things out of their hands will depend on your own abilities."

Yue Junyang jumped out to make his presence known. "I am going to visit our seniors out of genuine concern. I am not looking for anything else in return."

Fengling glared at him coldly. "Save those words for when we get to the hospital. Telling us now is completely useless."

The people around also could not stand Yue Junyang's hypocritical face.

It was almost a matter of life and death right now. At such a critical juncture, to visit people you had no relation to without any ulterior motive—did he think everyone else was an idiot?

Feeling the weird looks from around him, Yue Junyang did not mind.

He, Yue, was a gentleman. His words and actions were consistent both in public and in private, so he was not afraid of people gossiping.

Chen Miemie looked around, not forgetting his good buddy. "Why isn't Liu Bo here?"

Fengling shook her head. "The list of people visiting the hospital is arranged by the [Dean]. Given Liu Bo's personal abilities and his family's conditions, he does not qualify."

Liu Bo's family ran a livestock farm, and rumor had it that their business was quite large. Even he wasn't qualified?

Chen Miemie had no idea how he had managed to sneak into the team.

"Sister Fengling, what about me? Did you put in a good word for me?"

The little girl rolled her eyes at him. "You were the first one on the list. The Dean was terrified that if you died during the graduation exam, your mother, Chen Miaomiao, would blow Sixiang City sky-high."

Hearing this, Chen Miemie immediately straightened his back, stuck his nose in the air, and cast an arrogant look at the surrounding students.

Hmph, even people with connections are divided into different tiers. I, Chen Miemie, am a second-generation witch. From now on, whenever you see me, you all better call me Brother Miemie.