Although Lu Siyuan didn't understand why there was a spot for Shen Mianmian, the situation was already clear—the spot was Shen Mianmian's.
"Oh!"
Shen Mianmian snapped back to reality. She no longer cared to ponder the reason and quickly made her way through the crowd, jogging towards the line.
"How could this happen?"
Wang Jingjing was so angry she was almost jumping up and down.
"Has the principal lost his mind? Where is Shen Mianmian poor?"
Zhao Xinlan was also visibly furious.
At this moment, Zhou Siyu was so jealous she didn't even know what to say.
The people in front had already consciously formed five lines, and Shen Mianmian, being 'extra' and having arrived later, seemed out of place wherever she stood, feeling somewhat at a loss.
Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time she encountered such a scene.
"Stand at the front," He Nan said indifferently.
"Stand, stand at the front?"
