Shen Mianmian smiled, but before she could finish her word "no," she heard the principal call out, "Cheng Cheng, Shen Mianmian... all called students, come to the front."
A huge question mark appeared above the heads of the students in Class 1, Grade 9.
Why would there be a spot for Shen Mianmian?
She’s not considered a poor student, is she?
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Everyone was shocked.
Including Shen Mianmian herself.
"Is there another student named Shen Mianmian?" she turned to ask Lu Siyuan.
Lu Siyuan was not very sure either. The name Shen Mianmian wasn’t that unique, so it was normal to have the same name.
"I also think there is," Shen Mianmian felt relieved.
It was good she hadn’t stepped out; otherwise, it would have been so embarrassing.
"How could there be a spot for Shen Mianmian? Has the principal gone mad? Doesn’t he investigate the students’ family backgrounds?" Wang Jingjing glared in Shen Mianmian’s direction, her eyeballs nearly falling out.
"Exactly, the Shen Family is way richer than both your family and mine. If Shen Mianmian can get financial aid, then all of us could," Zhao Xinlan echoed.
Zhou Siyu stayed quiet, but her face was also filled with shock. She couldn’t understand why there was a spot for Shen Mianmian—it should have been hers, right?
Has the principal lost his mind?
If Shen Mianmian has a spot, doesn’t that mean she’ll continue to study even if she doesn’t perform well?
The other students had mostly moved to the front, but Shen Mianmian stood still, which made her breathe a sigh of relief.
"It must be a namesake."
With hundreds of students here, it was very normal to have the same name.
"I told you, how could it be Shen Mianmian." Wang Jingjing snorted. If Shen Mianmian could get financial aid, she’d twist her head off and use it as a soccer ball.
The called students had already lined up consciously into five rows, and the principal, after a quick glance, noticed that one person was missing—five rows, ten people each, there should be one extra, but the rows were neat, missing obviously one person.
He spotted right away, in the crowd, the absence of a military coat.
"Shen Mianmian, the Shen Mianmian from Class 1, Grade 9."
She looked at the principal with surprise, her eyes wide and round; she seemed somewhat adorably silly.
"There seems to be only one Shen Mianmian in our class." The boy who had grabbed Shen Mianmian’s arm earlier spoke up; he had overheard the conversation between Shen Mianmian and Lu Siyuan.
Shen Mianmian stood still, waiting to see if another Shen Mianmian would emerge.
"Shen Mianmian." The principal called out again with the loudspeaker, his voice louder than before.
All students focused their attention on the name "Shen Mianmian," their eyes scanning the surroundings in search of the figure with that name.
Everyone was curious about who this ’Shen Mianmian’ was, who was so significant that the principal had called out several times and yet hadn’t shown up.
Seeing that Shen Mianmian still hadn’t come forward, the principal glanced at He Nan somewhat embarrassedly. Was this Shen Mianmian deaf? He was calling so loudly, couldn’t she hear?
He Nan’s gaze also fell on that small figure. She was short, and if it weren’t for the military coat, it would have been hard to spot her among the group of taller children.
At the moment, she was like a lost fawn, staring with big eyes, dumbfounded at the scene.
"Are you waiting for the principal to invite you personally?"
Lu Siyuan kicked Shen Mianmian’s shoe heel lightly.