"Here you go, senior," Yang Qiange, for some reason, felt like she was at a disadvantage in front of her senior. Her tone was exceedingly polite, far removed from her usual arrogance when dealing with Lu Beibei and Qi Ran back in the dorm.
Shen Zhiqiao first took note of the dormitory room number she had filled out, "So all the new students from the Department of Biomedical Sciences are in the same dorm this year?"
Yang Qiange: "Yes, there are only three girls in our batch, and we all share a dorm, senior. How many girls were there in your batch?"
Shen Zhiqiao casually ticked her application form and then, lifting her eyelids to look at her, said slowly, "Just me."
**
On the way back to her dorm, Yang Qiange was in an exceptionally good mood.
She didn't even feel hungry despite skipping lunch.
Looking at the acceptance slip in her hand from the Student Council, the frustration she had felt during the military training seemed to vanish into thin air.