179 He Xun was handed the invitation directly in front of his eyes [3 updates]

The girl was reading ancient poetry, silently reciting "The Ballad of the Pipa Player." There was one section that she could never memorize.

Suddenly her shoulder was seized, and beyond the pain, she was also startled.

She let out a scream, clutched her schoolbag tightly, and instinctively tried to run away.

But her shoulder was firmly held in place; no matter how hard she pushed with her feet, she couldn't move.

The girl looked back fearfully to see a girl much taller than herself, which scared her even more.

Her voice trembled, as faint as a mosquito's: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Hand it over," Ying Zijin repeated, her eyes cold, "Wen Tinglan's admission ticket."

Upon hearing those last few words, the girl's expression changed dramatically, and she shrank back.

She suppressed the panic in her heart and tried to remain calm, her voice gradually growing louder: "What are you talking about? I don't know any Wen Tinglan, so how could I have his admission ticket?"