A Symbol of Identity and Status (Third Update-Please Vote with Monthly Tickets!)

Wang Shiying stood at the entrance with his hands behind his back and said displeasedly, "Everyone, wait a moment. Let our foreign guests finish eating before you go in."

"Otherwise, with so many people going in at once, it'll be chaotic. The dining environment would be terrible and leave our foreign guests with a bad impression of us."

Wang Shiying felt that he had gone to great lengths for the sake of the Beichen Empire and Imperial Royal First Military University's reputation.

But the students waiting outside were growing impatient.

It was mainly because it was already noon, and everyone was hungry.

When people were hungry, few of them were in a good mood.

A male student at the front of the line frowned and asked, "Does this mean that from now on, we have to wait until the international students finish eating before we can go in?"

Wang Shiying plastered on a smile and nodded. "Yes. We can't be inconsistent—letting them go first today but not tomorrow. That would leave an even worse impression."

"All right, I know this isn't easy for everyone, but for the country and for the school, please bear with it. Just bear with it..."

Xia Chujian felt that this man had taken his little bit of authority way too far. This was no longer treating a feather as an arrow—it was treating it as a rocket. Did he want to fly into the sky?! Xia Chujian did not want to argue with him. She simply stepped out from behind the crowd and headed into the Cafeteria without even looking at Wang Shiying.

Wang Shiying stretched out an arm to stop her and said unhappily, "This student, I told you to wait. You can only go in after the foreign guests have finished their meal."