She cheered up again, took out her Q University admission letter and some documents from her backpack, and showed them to the senior student. The documents outlined the procedures for new students to register at Q University.

Seeing that she was as well-behaved and docile as a primary school student, the senior student couldn't help but smile even more happily.

Another tall boy pushed aside the enthusiastic boy in front of him, as if afraid that the other boy might leave a very good impression on Ye Wenyu, and said to her, "We are responsible for welcoming the new students. Come on, junior, let's get acquainted. My name is—"

Before he could finish speaking, the third senior reached out and roughly pushed the speaking senior aside, saying to him, "There's one over there, a pitiful-looking guy standing there alone. Why don't you go over there?"

The senior who was pushed away frowned and retorted irritably, "You asked me to go, why don't you go?"

They've already started arguing like chickens over which new student to welcome.

Ye Wenyu didn't say a word from beginning to end. She was really confused by their argument over welcoming her, a freshman. She looked in the direction one of the seniors was pointing and saw a dark-skinned, chubby girl standing there with a suitcase, looking bewildered and in urgent need of help.

She was surrounded by admirers, while the chubby girl was all alone. The contrast between the two seemed rather cruel.

“Junior, I’m a computer science major, my name is—” “Junior, my name is Lin Yi, Lin as in forest, Yi as in seclusion—” “Junior, I saw on your admission notice that you are a finance major, junior, I’m also a finance major, what a coincidence, isn’t it? As the saying goes, ‘Those destined to meet will meet even if they are thousands of miles apart—” Ye Wenyu looked around and saw that there were already seven or eight senior students surrounding her. They surrounded her like birds fawning over a phoenix, vying to show off.

Ye Wenyu's head was buzzing from their noise. Thinking about what was going on, she turned her head and looked at the poor chubby girl. She was one of the few people who came to school to register by herself. It was hot, and she was already sweating profusely and panting, but not a single senior student came to greet her to care about her or help her.

Why do they all want to help her? Could it be? Ye Wenyu wondered to herself, but she had already put on a mask and drawn an unsightly birthmark on her face. What was going on?