In front of the teaching building of Beijing University, it was even messier than a vegetable market.
Lin Wan Yi had just parked her bicycle, not even having time to lock it.
"Classmate Lin! I want that red one! I have money! I also brought fabric!"
A girl from the foreign language department slapped ten yuan onto Lin Wan Yi's bike seat, waving two pieces of dacron fabric in her hand.
"I want it too! I've been in line for three days!"
"Don't push! I was here first! Lin Wan Yi, I'm the counselor for our department, can you save one for me?"
A female teacher wearing thick glasses, disregarding her dignity, squeezed forward, causing her hairpin to tilt.
It was very cold.
In such bone-chilling weather, the outfit Lin Wan Yi wore that both accentuated the waist and kept her warm was a lifesaver and a status symbol.
Lin Wan Yi pushed the money back.
She tidied her collar, with an expression of calmness.
"Out of stock."
These two words made the crowd erupt.
