Seeing Qin Xin, this aloof big shot, not understanding what the excitement over racing was all about, classmates clutched their hearts and wailed:
"Sister Xin, it's not that we want to go... we desperately want to go ahhhh..."
"Sister Xin, a ticket for the last row has been scalped to twenty thousand bucks, the front rows were said to have been snatched up long ago, even if you have a hundred thousand you can't buy them, Sister Xin, how can we not be envious?"
"Qin Wenrou, why does she get to use the back door to get the only translator assistant spot in the Student Union?"
"She's good at English, better than those from the English Department? Even compared to our Medical College, we have people who passed Level 6, and even specialized Level 8!"
Qin Xin felt a headache from all the noise and turned to ask Ao Xinghao, "How many tickets do you have?"
Ao Xinghao replied somewhat lamentably, "Two front row tickets, kept for you early on, and yet you said you weren't interested."
