Qin Ye went to bed after resolving some of the more administrative matters.

His alarm roused him from his slumber the next morning, at 5.30 a.m. sharp. After washing up, he changed into his uniform and made his way downstairs.

There were already five instructors present right below the dormitories. They were all dressed in the same camouflage uniforms with the emblem of the Special Investigations Department worn proudly on their chests. This was none other than the academy’s uniform. When they saw Qin Ye coming down, a middle-aged man who was twirling two steel balls in his hand smiled faintly, “Instructor Qin sure is up early. Were you too excited to sleep?”

Before Qin Ye could respond, another white-haired old man immediately chipped in, “It should be, eh? Instructor Qin is only at the age where he should have just matriculated in college. And yet he has already been tasked to teach others. I, too, wouldn’t have been able to sleep well if I were him.”

“A little.” Qin Ye smiled as he warmed his hands with his thermos cup. It was only the end of February right now, and the early morning air was still rather chilly, “You guessed as much. I’ve never taught anybody before. Even though we’ve been through a period of training for instructors, preparing for classes still gives me butterflies in my stomach.”

As they continued to banter with each other, five SUVs promptly pulled up to ferry the instructors of each faculty to the entrance of the academy.

Dawn hadn’t broken yet, and yet the roadside stalls...