Urban System in America

Time passed quickly, and soon, the first class of the day began.

A middle-aged professor with gold-rimmed glasses walked in right on time, carrying the kind of aura you’d expect from someone who’d spent thirty years buried in academia. His teaching style was plain, a little monotone—okay, maybe a lot monotone— Straightforward, no-frills, and just about as exciting as reading an instruction manual. But still, the content was solid, and Rex actually found himself learning.But still—credit where it’s due—it was a solid session.

Thanks to his revision over the past few weeks and a little help from the system compressing and re-igniting his blurry memory from that "time-dilated mental bootcamp" dimension—everything was falling into place smoother than expected.

Rex found himself actually following along with ease. Even the parts that had always felt a bit foggy began to click into place. Whenever something didn’t quite make sense, he didn’t hesitate to raise his hand and ask. No ceremony, no shame.

The professor, clearly pleased to have a student engaged enough to ask questions, gave him a long look, then raised a brow with a small smile.

"Welcome back," he said dryly. "Looks like you finally found time to attend class again."

Rex scratched his cheek awkwardly, offering a sheepish smile. "Had something important to deal with."

To his surprise, the professor didn’t press further or embarrass him in front of the class. Instead He just gave a slow nod and added, "You’re an excellent student, Rex. That much is obvious, especially with how diligent you’ve been these past few weeks. I just hope to see you attending regularly from now on."

That was... high praise—especially coming from him.