When Tan You smiled, the two boys were momentarily dazed. The one in front of her quickly recovered and asked, "What's your name?"
Tan You twirled her pen. "Tan You. The 'You' from 'Youzi.' You can call me whatever you like."
Tan You had become much more open and wasn't as introverted as she used to be. In fact, as long as someone was easygoing enough, they would naturally attract a crowd.
Besides, Tan You now had 55 charm points—more than enough to help her get along well with two students she had just met.
The boys wanted to say more, but they saw the proctor come in. The two had no choice but to fall silent and wait for the exam to begin.
Tan You's posture remained perfect. After so many years of etiquette training, her bearing was excellent. Simply sitting there, she was a pleasant sight, yet she didn't seem the least bit artificial or affected.
