Qian walked over and saw a few classmates with rosy cheeks, all sweating with a stack of forms in their hands. The freshman looked as if she was about to faint from the heat, and even as Qian approached, she lacked the energy to greet her. Qian stood there, and only then did the freshman weakly nod at her.
The feeling of being on the verge of heatstroke was ever-present.
"What are you guys doing here?" Qian asked the freshman.
"The junior boss grabbed us to do market research and hand out flyers," the freshman replied, her lips dry and her speech listless.
Her undergraduate thesis and defense had concluded, so the freshman should be at home coaxing Panpan and cozying up to her second brother. But she had applied to the same group as Qian for graduate school, which led to getting pulled over.
"Private work?" Qian frowned with displeasure.
