Dean Calvin was in charge of the new student files, sitting at his desk with a serious look on his face, eyes glued to hisputer screen, seemingly too engrossed to notice anyone entering the room.


    Next to him, another faculty member was busy organizing the freshmen files. When he lifted his head and saw Mirabe walk in, he momentarily froze, taken aback by her striking beauty.


    "Wow, a girl this stunning should be in the drama department," he thought, but quickly dismissed the idea and refocused on his work.


    "Please hand me your admission letter first," he said, still busy with his task, "then ce your personal information in the column on the right. The form on the left is the registration form. Fill it out and hand it back to me."


    Mirabe nodded politely, handed over her admission letter, ced her personal information down, and picked up the registration form to fill it out.


    When the teacher opened the admission letter and saw Mirabe''s name, he was momentarily stunned. "Mirabe, isn''t she this year''s top scorer in the humanities?"


    He looked up skeptically at Mirabe, who was now bent over her form. It was hard to believe she was the humanities top scorer.


    After pondering for a moment, the teacher took the admission letter to Dean Calvin''s desk. "Mr. Calvin, did our department specially admit a humanities student this year?"


    In recent years, their department had rarely admitted humanities students due to past experiences where such students hadn''t made much of an impact.


    Hearing the question, Calvin paused his typing, nced at the admission letter, and without much change in expression or a nce at Mirabe, simply said, “I sent that admission letter. Didn''t I mention it to you?"


    The teacher shook his head. "No..."


    "Just proceed with the filing," Calvin said dismissively, returning to his work.


    The teacher gave Calvin another look, wondering if there was any special reason behind admitting this year''s top humanities scorer. Unable to decipher Calvin''s intentions, he walked away with the admission letter.


    Mirabe had finished filling out the registration form and handed it to the teacher.


    After a quick review, the teacher looked up at her. "Are you sure you don''t want to live on campus? Once you opt out, it''s impossible to move inter. Most of our students, even locals, choose to live on campus."


    "I''m sure," Mirabe replied without hesitation.


    "ss divisions will be on September 1st and 2nd, and there will be an introduction to our department''s history. Starting from the 3rd, the school will arrange for all freshmen to undergo mandatory military training unless you have a serious health condition."


    Knowing Mirabe was this year''s humanities top scorer, the teacher spoke quite politely.


    Mirabe nodded to indicate she understood.


    At that moment, three upperssmen walked into the office, two sophomores from the department.


    Leading the group was Meg. Since Mirabe had her back to the door, Meg didn''t catch a glimpse of her face. However, her attention wasn''t on the new student but focused on making her way to Dean Calvin. "Dean, I''ve already taken care of the arrangements for weing the new students."