"Is there a problem?" Chen Ge took out two hundred RMB and placed it on the counter. The ticket seller quickly recovered from a shock and said, "Sorry, I just thought your name was very familiar. It sounds the same as one of my friends'."
"Is it?" Chen Ge smiled lightly and did not push for more details. The worker moved conspicuously faster and only took several seconds to finish the registration. The ticket for Nightmare Academy was quite interesting—it was an offer letter, and Chen Ge's name was written on it.
"Hold onto your offer letter and document, and please wait in line. When the visitor number reaches five, we can start the tour." After helping Chen Ge with his registration, the worker did not appear too well. With her hands over her stomach, she left the ticket booth in a hurry. Chen Ge carried his bag and lined up behind the other two visitors; he looked very much at ease like he had returned to his own home.
