Chapter 20: The Ambushed Senior Sister

Late into the night, in a half-asleep haze—

Su Nan felt the weight of someone sitting on his bed.

He opened his sleepy eyes and saw a graceful, ghostly beauty in a flowing red dress leaning over him.

“Senior… not now, I’m exhausted.”

Still half-asleep, he instinctively reached out and pulled Mu Chuxian into his arms like a body pillow.

He dragged her onto the bed, holding her soft waist and smooth back close to his chest.

Springy. Silky.

Quite the dreamy sensation.

Mu Chuxian froze.

‘Was I just… ambushed?’

She bit her lip in surprise, hesitating for a moment—but didn’t resist.

Instead, she quietly studied his peaceful, sleeping face.

Sleeping Su Nan looked even cuter?

But his flushed cheeks and stiff posture betrayed the truth.

Ghosts weren’t allowed to be shy?

How ridiculous.

Soon, her expression grew cold.

So close to him, she quickly sensed something was wrong.

‘His essence… has been drained?’

Her eyes narrowed.

A chilling glint appeared.

“Hmph. Someone dares to lay a hand on my person?”

***

The next morning—

Su Nan got up and headed to the academy as usual.

He chalked up last night’s event to a vivid dream.

A good dream, too.

Hugging Mu Chuxian like that… still felt real.

Today was the first official class for Tianlan Academy’s freshmen.

All the new students were gathered into several large halls.

As Su Nan entered his assigned hall, heads turned instantly.

He smiled calmly and found a quiet spot to sit.

Soon, blushing girls gathered around, eager to greet him.

Meanwhile, his classmate nearby spotted Xu Lang in a corner, sitting silently—already a world apart from Su Nan.

After the zombie raid, Xu Lang had realized their gap and vowed to surpass him.

Just then, a teacher entered and called for silence.

“Today marks your first day. As per academy tradition, faculty members will select students for their classes. Prepare yourselves!”

The instructor left the hall, leaving the students anxious and whispering.

“I hope Teacher Guan Wen picks me. That’d be amazing!”

“Hah, dream on. Guan Wen’s a Xiantian-level warrior who earned honors on the Desolate Battlefield. He’s a top-tier instructor—he wouldn’t pick you.”

“Teacher Shi Shan is also legendary. None of his students are ever weak.”

“They say both Shi Shan and Shi Yu, the twin instructors, are forming classes this year. If you’re picked by them, you get both as mentors!”

“Yeah, but the bar is insanely high for them.”

As the students murmured, six teachers entered and sat at the front of the hall.

The room fell dead silent.

“The selection begins,” one teacher stood and said gently.

“I’m Si Wenle, just an ordinary instructor at Tianlan Academy.”

But no one believed that humility.

“Teacher Si Wenle!”

“I can’t believe he’s accepting students this year. So lucky!”

“A student under a senior Xiantian master? Jackpot!”

Smiling slightly, Si Wenle addressed the hall:

“You are all top talents. But in Tianlan Academy, titles don’t matter. Every class has been carefully assigned. No need to overthink. Let’s begin.”

“Chang Xinxin.”

The first name called was Chang Xinxin—Su Nan’s former teammate.

She stood nervously.

“You’ll join my class.”

Si Wenle said with a warm smile.

“Thank you, Teacher!” she beamed, bowing deeply. Inside, she was thrilled—Si Wenle was a legendary instructor rumored not to accept students this year.

Su Nan gave her an encouraging look. She blushed and smiled back.

The other teachers began selecting their students.

Among them were the famed Guan Wen, Shi Shan, and Shi Yu—all highly sought after.

Guan Wen and Si Wenle’s classes were considered the best, especially for their emphasis on real combat.

Their students often shone on the battlefield.

“Xu Lang.”

Guan Wen called out. Xu Lang’s eyes lit up as he stood.

“You’re in my class.”

“Yes, sir!”

Xu Lang replied, heart pounding.

Just seeing Guan Wen’s massive build was enough to know he was a battle-hardened warrior.

Under him, combat training would soar—even more than in Si Wenle’s class.

Soon, almost everyone was placed—except one name remained uncalled.

Su Nan.

Even he was puzzled.

‘Did none of the teachers want me?’

“Hey, look, that handsome guy’s still unchosen. Is he getting sent to the prep class?”

“Are you blind?” a girl snapped.

“That’s Su Nan—the number one freshman and official campus heartthrob!”

“You dare say no one wants our Su Nan?”

Suddenly, everyone turned their eyes toward him.

The doubter shrank under the pressure but muttered…

“If he’s that great, why hasn’t anyone picked him?”

“Reality speaks for itself!”