Sullivan Richardson stared at the young man in front of her for a long while.
She indeed had a bit of disdain for those who relied on connections to get ahead, but since he was already her student, there was nothing she could do.
As a mere mentor, she wasn't in a position to inquire into just how I managed to get in.
"Alright, everyone, it's time to start class. Please look at your books and review the material we covered last time."
Sullivan turned around and walked toward the podium.
Eamon Cox and Cynthia Anderson, among others, glanced at me with slight contempt before returning to their seats.
I couldn't be bothered with them. After all, I wouldn't attend classes with them often; just showing up occasionally would do, even if the relations were poor.
I retrieved my student ID, put it back into my backpack, and then took out the textbook for this class, spreading it on the desk.
A few minutes later, the bell for class rang.
