Wei Fuyi mechanically followed the instructions for the broadcast exercises, going through the stiff motions with a vacant gaze and a dull, numb expression. In the vast formation, she was one tiny person, as insignificant as an ant. A sea of identical black heads and identical uniforms: thousands of students repeating the same set of movements, stiff and sluggish. The rousing music and the slow, uneven routine came together to form a strange and unique spectacle.
Wei Yao accepted the bottle of liquor held out by the boy opposite her without a moment's hesitation and smashed it hard against the table. Pale yellow liquor spilled everywhere, its bitter smell rushing into her nose. Shards of glass flew in every direction, and a few cut small wounds into the back of her hand. But she acted as if she felt nothing, instead giving him a provocative smile.
The badge pinned to the uniform jacket of Wei Jianjia's disciplinary committee uniform glinted warmly and brightly in the sunlight, matching the smile that curled at the corners of her eyes. She was elegant and dignified. The girl's eyes were as dark as an inkstone, seeming to hold the warm fragrance of ink, serene and captivating at a glance. This imposing group of student disciplinarians commanded even more respect wherever they went than the school administrators did.
