“A debate competition, huh…”

Ning Chu took quick, small steps, trailing behind Wen Yang while peeking nervously into the classroom.

Inside, many students were already seated. At the front, two long tables with chairs were set up—presumably for the participants.

The room was filled with unfamiliar faces, which made Ning Chu feel slightly uneasy. Noticing that Wen Yang had distanced himself by a few steps, she hurried to catch up and instinctively grabbed the hem of his jacket.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know anyone here~” Ning Chu scanned the classroom, then suddenly froze. “What the—! Why is she here?”

“Who?”