Yan Qianyi thought it was utterly baffling.
Was this little girl out of her mind?
She didn't even know her.
Before she could react, the girl had already dragged her into line.
"Don't pull me; I said I'm not testing."
She tried to walk away after breaking free from the girl's grip, but the eyes of the aloof female instructor were on her again.
"Everyone line up properly, no moving around! No noise!"
And just like that, Yan Qianyi was reluctantly pushed into the fray.
Sigh... whatever, she couldn't leave now anyway.
She trudged along with the line, her spirit defeated, her entire being numb.
Like the walking dead.
After a while, the girl poked her lightly in the back with a finger and whispered behind her:
"My name is Yan Chuhua, what's yours?"
She replied listlessly: "Yan Qianyi."
"You have the surname Yan too? We share the same surname!" Yan Chuhua chirped happily, "No wonder I felt a sense of closeness when I saw you."
Yan Qianyi tugged at the corner of her lips.
