"Fall out!"
Feng Yin along with five others stepped out, perplexed, and stood at the front.
The instructor was fuming. "You bunch of shorties, what are you doing crowding in the middle? Don't you see the problem with your height? Eh? What can you see from there?"
He then ordered, "You six, to the front, single file."
A round of laughter swept over the crowd, everyone seeming to enjoy the humiliation of the six.
But many people were soon puzzled.
While five of them were indeed short... there was something off about the last one. He was completely ordinary looking, but certainly not short. He was of a standard height.
Average height, to be specific.
If he can be given special treatment, then there would be way too many people in this group of 600 who would qualify for special treatment.
But after the instructor made the arrangements, it was settled.
These six guys up front.
Followed by eleven rows of sixty people each lining up in the back.
