"Ah! Ah!" The person sitting by the door had it the worst. Chen Chong's kick sent him flying into the crowd.
"Oof."
"Luo Jinyong, you moron! You landed on me!"
"Sis!"
Hearing that incredibly familiar voice, Xie Ning's spirits instantly lifted.
Song You'ai, however, was stunned by the scene before her.
In a tiny room, less than five square meters, fifty or sixty people were crammed together...
Some were hanging from the light fixtures on the side, while others were squatting on the water cooler.
The ventilation grate above had been crudely forced open with some kind of tool.
Just as Xie Ning and her group kicked the door in, one student was perched on another's shoulders, and the one below was being held aloft by several others linking their arms. It looked like a human pyramid, all focused on the ventilation grate...
For a moment, everyone was dead silent.
Pair after pair of eyes, filled with joyous surprise, stared straight at Xie Ning and her group.
"Sis! Auntie."
