Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
After thinking for a while, Carter couldnât remember where she had heard this name before.
âCarter, Carter Street,â Carter answered with a smile.
Carter pointed to the freshmen registration area in front of him. âThe freshmen registration area is right there. You should go, Mr. Raymond.â
âArenât you coming with me?â Raymond invited.
âNo, Iâm still waiting for someone!â
Raymond seemed to be deep in thought. Perhaps it was a friend who came to West Point to go to school together. He nodded. âThank you for showing me the way, Student Carter.â
As he spoke, Raymond stretched out his right hand.
Carter looked at Raymondâs outstretched hand and was somewhat at a loss.
âIs he treating me as a freshman? Does he still want to shake my hand?â
However, as a soldier, Carter did not hesitate. She stretched out her hand and shook Raymondâs hand.
The moment her hands touched Raymondâs, his own feelings surfaced in Raymondâs mind.
So soft and tender, just like water.
In order to maintain his image, Raymond quickly let go of his hand and waved goodbye to Carter. âLetâs meet again when we have the chance, Student Carter.â
When Carter heard this, she did not know whether to laugh or cry. However, she did not explain. Instead, she was curious about Raymondâs expression when he saw her again.
âAlright. Goodbye, Raymond.â
Looking at Raymondâs back, a smile appeared on her face.
This new student who came by helicopter was really interesting.
...
After bidding Carter goodbye, Raymond obediently prepared to enter the school.
Just as he took the first step into the school, a long-awaited system notification sounded in his mind.
[Congratulations to the host for stepping into the West Point Military Academyâs gates and becoming a member of West Point!]
[Reward: 150 learning points.]
[The function of the shopping mall has officially been activated.]
At the registration counter, a student respectfully stood behind a dignified middle-aged man. âMr. James, itâs just a freshman registration. Why are you here in person today?â
Sitting on the chair was West Pointâs discipline teacher, James.
Hearing the studentâs doubts, James did not even raise his head. He calmly said, âThe principal asked me to pick up a freshman today.â
Pick up a new student? Such an answer made the student stunned.
James was the schoolâs training teacher. When the principal and director werenât around, he was the one managing the schoolâs students. What kind of student was worthy of him personally picking up? Was this personâs background so amazing?
At this moment, a youth carrying his luggage strode to the student registration area.
The student at the reception had a rigid smile on his face as he greeted him, âHello, Sir, are you here to report?â
This youth was Raymond.
Raymond smiled and nodded, âYes, Senior, Iâm here to report as a new student.â
The student at the reception said, âShow me your notice and your ID, which is also your student ID. Iâll help you find your dormitory.â
Raymond didnât think too much and took out the certificate he had prepared.
The host picked up the certificate and whispered, âRaymond... School of Science.â
Raymond chose the School of Science because the basic subjects were at the top of the chain. Raymond hadnât decided on a minor yet.
When the host read out the message, James, who was sitting upright in the chair, suddenly jumped up.
âRaymond, Raymond Douglas? You are...â
Jamesâ excited expression gave everyone a shock.
Even Raymond was a little shocked.
James walked quickly to the student and snatched Raymondâs identity certificate and notice.
On it was written: Raymond Douglas. Seeing that his guess was correct, Jamesâ eyes lit up.
âMr. Raymond, Welcome to West Point.â James looked delighted and extended his right hand to Raymond.
Raymond stretched out his hand in surprise.
His two hands were clasped together. âHello, Sir.â
James laughed. âThe Principal isnât here and asked me to pick you up. Iâll take you to apply for admission and take you to the dormitory.â
After saying that, he pulled Raymond towards the registration office.
Did this West Point Place so much importance on him?
Not only did the principal know about him, he even had someone specially come to pick him up? There was no one else who would receive such treatment.
Without much thought, Raymond followed him.
Leaving behind the students who were receiving him, they could only stare with their mouths agape.
This was the new student that Mr. James was waiting for?
Who was this person? How could he have such great prestige?
And that name, Raymond, Raymond Douglas. It sounded so familiar.
...
On the other side, under Jamesâ lead, Raymond quickly completed the formalities and received his own clothes.
Then, James brought him to a single dormitory.
âThis is your dormitory. The principal was afraid that you wouldnât be used to being with others, so he arranged a single room to see what you think.â James smiled as he introduced this dormitory to Raymond.
âThank you for your concern. Sorry for the trouble.â Raymond was very satisfied with the environment of this dormitory.
After entering, he first saw a large living room. Other than some wooden furniture, the living room was also equipped with all kinds of electrical appliances. It was very complete.
The area of this room was not large, but the bathroom, bedroom, balcony, and even the study room were inside. It was practically a bachelorâs apartment.
One look and it was obvious that the school had specially assigned them to teachers and staff.
Raymond couldnât be more satisfied with such treatment.
âHow is it? Is there anything else youâre not satisfied with? If thereâs anything youâre not satisfied with, I can apply to the principal.â The smile on Jamesâ face had never faded.
Raymond quickly nodded. âNo, no, no, Iâm very satisfied. This dormitory is simply too good.â
James saw that Raymondâs expression did not seem fake, so he nodded. âItâs good that youâre satisfied. You can tidy up first and then take a look around. If you have any problems, feel free to look for me. Iâll be in the training office.â
After saying that, James turned around to bid farewell to Raymond and left.
âThank you, Mr. James.â Raymond watched James leave.
Then, he returned to the dormitory and looked at the bachelor apartment-like dormitory in front of him. The surprise on his face was beyond words.
âGeneral Thomas really did not lie to me. This kind of treatment is really too good.â
With this kind of dormitory treatment, there would probably not be a second student in the school.
He was already looking forward to the new start of his university life.
First, he tidied up his dormitory and his things. He remembered that he hadnât eaten yet, so he took the opportunity to take a look around the interior of West Point.
Today was the report, so he probably wouldnât have time to stroll around when he started studying in the future.
The scenery and interior inside West Point were also very good.