Jiang Ruan raised her eyelids and looked in that direction.
It turned out to be Zhuang Ke.
Her face was as white as chalk, her emaciated body looked like a sheet of paper, the very image of a malnourished person.
It seemed, she might have suffered a heat stroke.
The instructor at the head barked, "She fainted before it even began, this group is the worst I've ever had."
Around them, everyone frowned and couldn't help but distance themselves a little, afraid to get involved. Young masters and mistresses were disgruntled and dismissive, their attitudes haughty.
Zhuang Ke came from a humble background. She was a provincial top-scorer from another city, on full scholarship, a key trainee. She depended solely on scholarship funds, but here in this place full of the rich and powerful, she encountered discrimination and disdain due to her background.