"President Tilan, Master Tilan, Tilan..."
Someone was calling her by the ear, and the girl gradually awoke.
"What's the matter?" She checked the time. It should be afternoon, and the place was the exclusive conference hall of 'Dark Night Flower'.
The weather outside the window was sunny. In the distance, the tall trees within the academy could be seen, with light yellow and tender green leaves swaying in the wind.
How fast, it seems like the buds just sprouted earlier.
"You finally woke up, Master Tilan." The girl waiting beside spoke cautiously, seemingly a bit afraid of the girl.
"This is the contract sorted out by the Documentation Department, please have a look."
A contract? Did she ever ask them to draft a contract? The girl felt the document in front of her was very familiar, a déjà vu, but couldn't recall when she had seen it before.
Flipping open the stacked contract book, she quickly skimmed through the formulaic parts, soon arriving at the crucial part in the back.
