Ji You twisted her neck and jumped off the stage.
As she walked from the bottom of the stage back to her original team, she clearly felt the people around her staring at her with increasingly heated gazes.
"Is this Senior Ji You?" The speaker was a tall, wheat-skinned freshman boy who stared at Ji You's back with bright eyes: "So strong."
"Of course she's strong! That's Senior Ji You! With a 2B talent, she ranked 100th at United University," the boy's female companion also had bright eyes. "I'm not a martyr! Indeed, only Senior Ji You has the confidence and courage to say that!"
"I like Senior Ji You!"
"Senior Ji You is my type."
"Senior Ji You is my future goal, my direction, and guiding light."
"Senior Ji You, whether in terms of strength or character, is a model for my generation, the only flaw is she's a bit short."
"What do you mean short? Can you even talk? My Senior Ji You isn't short! That's called 'compact is essence'!"
