"What's your name?" Hua Ling, who hadn't spoken all this time, suddenly asked.
"I'm Zhao Yanqiong."
"Is it the 'qiong' from 'poor'?"
This question left everyone stunned.
What the heck!
Who would put the word "poor" in their name?
Zhao Yanqiong frowned slightly, feeling a bit offended again.
But out of politeness, and seeing that Hua Ling seemed to have no ill intent, she explained: "It's the 'qiong' from 'Qionglou Yuyu'."
"Okay, I got it," Hua Ling nodded, with an air of old-wisdom, and said, "Perform well, and I'll try to give you extra points during the evaluation."
"Extra points for me?" Zhao Yanqiong was taken aback.
She naturally didn't know that the petite and exquisite-faced girl in front of her was her immediate superior, one of the examiners responsible for scoring this year's assessment.
However, before she could ask more questions,
