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Early autumn in September. Sunlight was kneaded into a soft honey-gold hue, blanketing the sky above the Rococo-style Cute Pet Academy. The white carved fences were covered in blooming pink-and-white roses. With each breeze, layer upon layer of petals rustled down, mingled with fine shimmering specks of light, gently carpeting the entire entrance path. The aristocratic beastman academy, silent throughout the entire holiday, fully awakened today. The pink glitter track glowed softly beneath the sun, four white dividing lines studded with tiny diamonds stretching straight ahead, the oval field spotless. In the distance, the green lawn was hazy and soft, a Rococo-style football goal with gold-and-silver carvings standing quietly, its pearl net swaying gently in the wind—exuding an air of extreme luxury and pristine youth. The new semester officially began. Most of the youths passing by bore exquisite beast ears and fluffy tail tips. The mild pheromones of high-ranking purebloods wove faintly through the air—restrained, elegant, never clashing with one another. The floor-to-ceiling windows of the teaching building were bright and clear, reflecting the soft light all around; the towering dome of the library stood quiet and solemn, awaiting the students' return; the garden brimmed with the fresh, sweet scent of flowers and grass, just enough to temper the crisp, biting aura of the Alpha youths. The school gate was orderly. Xiao Jingxian, dressed in a neat uniform with a straight, tall posture, stood in the side corridor of the auditorium. His ink-black hair was tidy and sharp, a pair of black wolf ears perked up, and his tail tip hung steadily with not a trace of restlessness. A core member of the student council, he was in charge of new student registration today. His pheromones carried the weight of oak mingled with a touch of aged whiskey—the rational, commanding oak-and-bitter-spirit scent was steady and restrained, without an ounce of Alpha oppression, his whole bearing neat and dependable. His fingertips flipped lightly through the roster as his gaze remained calm and meticulous, checking registration details one by one. His every gesture perfectly matched the aristocratic etiquette Professor Gu Wanrou had taught—every posture flawless. Not far away, in the shadow of the corridor pillars, lounged a lazy, aloof figure. Shen Mu'an leaned askew against the carved stone pillar, silver cat ears half-drooped, fine strands of hair falling over his brows, his long black tail casually coiled around his ankle as he watched the bustling crowd with an absent air. Almost no scent leaked from him—his ice-brewed Longjing tea pheromones, suppressed to the extreme, were so faint they verged on nothingness: cold, distant, wrapped in a thin mist that kept everyone at arm's length. He disliked the noisy opening-day crowds. Compared with registration lines and new-student pleasantries, he looked forward far more to the ancient beast scrolls newly shelved in the library and the new semester's decryption training project of the Electronic Technology Club. Catching that solitary figure from the corner of his eye, Xiao Jingxian gave a helpless sigh, walked over, and flicked his wolf ears slightly: "Slacking off on the very first day of school, Classmate Shen." Shen Mu'an raised his eyes, his gaze light and indifferent, the tip of his tail sweeping gently across the petals on the ground: "Compared with standing in line, I'm better off in the library or the computer lab." One cold and one steady, one distant and one upright—standing in the gilded, light-filled campus corridor, the two made the most eye-catching sight of opening day. Returning upperclassmen could be seen everywhere along the paths. Youths with lively beast ears crossed the field in groups, bursting with energy, tails occasionally swishing briskly—the beastman instinct of someone just out of break, unable to hold back their vitality. Students clutching books murmured about the new semester's courses, discussing beast-form control, ability training, astrological observation, and fragrance blending. New students timidly lifted their eyes, marveling at the extreme splendor of this aristocratic academy. Inside the teaching building, the professors were already in place. Wen Xubai's clear, moist licorice scent drifted faintly across the first floor of the teaching building, gently soothing the tense, restless beast instincts of some new students; Lu Zheng's cold, deep pine presence held guard over the training floors, solemnly upholding the new semester's ability discipline; Fu Shuheng's sandalwood and bookish fragrance drifted faintly from the library's direction, quiet and profound. In the etiquette classroom, the windows were open to a gentle breeze as Gu Wanrou's elegant tuberose scent wafted through, quietly awaiting the start of the new semester's poise classes. The field stood empty and tidy; Jiang Lie and Ling Zhan's training grounds were already prepared, waiting for the youths to break through their physical and swordsmanship limits in the new semester. In the garden, flowers and plants were in full bloom. Nan Xu's fragrance garden was already stocked with the new season's botanicals, awaiting the Fragrance Blending Club students to study and compound. High atop the observatory, the wind was clear and crisp, and Xing Lan had long since calibrated the star-orbit observation equipment, quietly awaiting nightfall. The afternoon sunlight grew ever gentler, spilling across the entire Cute Pet Academy. The noise gradually settled into order, and restlessness was slowly soothed into calm. Beast ears flickered, tail tips stirred—countless youths' brand-new semesters, countless beastman bloodlines' paths of growth, countless abilities and instincts being tamed and blossoming, all slowly began beneath the sky full of petals and gilded sunlight. The Cute Pet Academy's new semester welcomes returning students back, and new students in.