Chapter 786 - 805: About to Depart
Chapter 786: Chapter 805: About to Depart
"The interstellar world can do without Jiang Qiuqiu the Mecha Soldier, but to be without Jiang Qiuqiu the Spirit Healing Master would be a great loss to the Spirit Healing Domain."
Thanks to Old Zhu’s regular reports, Dean Lao Fu was well aware of Jiang Qiuqiu’s progress in the Spirit Healing Domain over the past six months.
Based on his analysis of Qiuqiu’s words and actions, as well as her general attitude and choices, he already knew which path the young woman would take.
As her senior, he was happy for her.
He was happy that the Spirit Healing Department would have a new leader.
But as the dean of the Mecha Single Soldier System, he also felt a sense of loss.
They were losing a student who was steady and sure-footed, humble, and pragmatic—a composed and self-possessed individual.
All in all, though, his happiness outweighed his regret.
’Dean Lao Fu sighed to himself and fell into a moment of reflection.’
Then, Teacher Mao, completely failing to read the room, chimed in.
"Sir, when did you get so perceptive? I don’t recall you ever saying more than a few words to Qiuqiu. How could you figure out her personality and her way of doing things?"
"..."
’Of course, he hadn’t figured it out from her time at the academy.’
’Ah, he’d figured it out while watching her livestreams.’
But there was no need to tell Little Mao that. Old Fu raised his eyes, giving Little Mao a look of mild exasperation. "Don’t overthink it. Instead of worrying so much about a student, you should worry about yourself."
"Your mother sent me another message yesterday. When exactly are you planning on getting married?"
"..."
The moment the topic came up, Teacher Mao felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. His face twisted into a mask of pure agony, and he felt he couldn’t stay in the small office a second longer. "Sir, I have a class soon. I should go prepare for it."
"Bye!"
With that, he bolted out of the dean’s office.
Dean Lao Fu watched the door, which hadn’t been closed properly, and shook his head in resignation.
’Honestly...’
’Just like a child.’
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As the departure date drew near, Qiuqiu found herself getting busy.
She had to pack her things—clothes, of course, but the Spirit Healing Helmet was an absolute must-have.
She also packed some Spirit Nourishing Liquid, just in case it came in handy.
She also squeezed in her pre-trip livestreams. Before the 28th, Qiuqiu rushed to complete two five-hour-long livestreams, using up all the ingredients she had stocked at the professor’s apartment.
A portion of the finished food was shipped out, while the rest was distributed among Dean Zhu, Dean Lao Fu, Teacher Mao, and her roommates.
Since she had given them so much food this time, and he was on campus for his classes, Teacher Mao finally found time to swing by Dean Zhu’s office to pick up the delicious food.
It was only after eating the delicious food Juju had left them that he began to beat his chest and stomp his feet in regret.
’So... so this whole time, the amazing food he’d been missing out on was *this* good?!’
To the ’mask of agony’ he wore from being pressured to get married, another layer was added: the ’mask of agony’ from having missed out on such incredible food. But that, of course, is a story for another time.
「The morning of the 28th.」
All the first-year students of the Spirit Healing Department had their bags packed and were headed to a small floating island at the edge of the campus, preparing to board the Teleportation Mecha assigned to transport them.
Due to the large number of students, two Teleportation Mechas were parked on the island.
Dean Zhu, the group leader, stood on a small, hovering platform. Several other teachers were accompanying them on the trip; you could say that nearly half the Spirit Healing Department had turned out for the event.
The atmosphere was serious and everything felt very official. In these somewhat solemn circumstances, everyone was quiet.
When the time came, the students in line began boarding, scanning their faces for verification.
The department’s system had already sent seat numbers to their personal terminals, so after boarding the Mecha, everyone quickly found their assigned seats.