In fact, this place is very different from my previous university. Carleton is simply a top business school. After checking in, I went to the student dormitory to put my luggage away and then went to the designated classroom without stopping. There was no buffer.

No time is given to me.

It was already past the peak period for school, and I didn’t know where the school buses were going, so I had to look for my classroom while holding the school map.

Since the teaching buildings are scattered, it is extremely laborious to find them.

Just when I was sweating profusely from running and complaining about why the distance between the dormitory building and the teaching building was so far away, I looked up and saw the words "4j503". Then I let out a sigh of relief and finally found it.

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I gently pushed the door open and went in. Before I could call out the report, the instructor who was giving a lecture suddenly raised his head and nodded gently to signal me to go in and do my job.

I glanced at the lecture theater and found that almost all the students were sitting in scattered groups, sitting in small groups, and there were quite a lot of empty seats.

I swallowed quietly, grabbed my backpack and quietly sat in the last row. I saw that everyone was accompanied by friends, but I was alone at the back. I felt very uncomfortable, and felt helpless as the tides were turning.

Obviously, my movements were really light. It wasn't until school was over that the "classmates" in front of me noticed me sitting at the back.

Everyone who passed me looked at me suspiciously, as if they were curious about me, an "outsider."

Gradually, all the people left. After sorting out the information, the instructor slowly walked towards me.

She stopped in front of me, and I saw the instructor clearly. He looked like he was in his early forties. He wore a very neat uniform with no wrinkles at all. His eyes under the silver-rimmed glasses shone with a kind and friendly light, and he had an oval-shaped face.

He seems very gentle, but has a kind of strictness unique to teachers.

"You are new here, right? I just received a notification from the principal that a transfer student will be arriving today." She said while flipping through the tablet in her hand.

"Hello, teacher!" I stood up and saluted the teacher very obediently.

Her hand on the tablet suddenly stopped, and she stared at the screen and said, "Your name... your name column is actually empty!"

I scratched my head in embarrassment and thought: Maybe Teng Yi did it specially to prevent Shucha from finding out about me.

But what should I call my name? A Japanese name? Forget it, the English name is the safest. It is actually very common to use English names here.

So I made up a name casually: "My English name!"

"?" She muttered silently, and then entered my name into the file.

"Welcome to Carleton College. My surname is Watanabe. I will be your counselor from now on. I hope you can adapt to the environment here as soon as possible!"

I was worried that she would ask me what my scientific name was, but I didn't expect that she would leave me directly after saying something very official to me.

Is this really so democratic that students can use whatever name they want?

I felt quietly proud in my heart, and the big stone in my heart slowly fell.

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Chapter completed!