The boy standing next to him looked even more superior and attention-grabbing, his delicate facial features were accentuated by a high-bridged nose, his head leaned slightly in another direction, his body language communicating his reluctance to stand with Tang Youmin.
The two knew each other.
Yu Ting propped her chin, her eyes flitting back and forth between the two, remaining silent, quietly observing.
The third boy, his attire was somewhat formal, with longer hair that fell to his cheekbones, a pair of eyes obscured by his hair while the exposed skin was fair.
Once inside, he seemed a bit uncomfortable, unsure of where to place his hands, feeling out of place wherever they ended up.
His demeanor was somewhat unique, like a homebody, maybe even socially anxious.
After reviewing several batches of trainees and starting to feel weary, when the next batch came up, the top agent Jian Min suggested a break to revisit the few they had taken a liking to.
