Workshop (Ten)
"He's an outstanding young man, even in appearance."
Clearly noticing Fu Qian's reaction, Lady Yingzhu narrowed her eyes slightly, making no attempt to hide her admiration for the person behind the name.
"Rarely perceptive and honest. She spent only three hours in this room before choosing to give us her answer."
"Besides, we're quite certain Sophia is her real name..."
At the same time, Oz chimed in from the side.
"Maybe she wasn't as efficient as you were earlier, but when it came to signing the register, she seemed even quicker."
"She seems to have come to terms with saying goodbye to the past and facing the fate that awaits her."
Neither of them was being particularly polite.
It was as if the chuunibyou energy Fu Qian had been radiating all along had wounded them, and their pent-up resentment had finally found a tiny outlet.
"Is that so?"
Unfortunately, as mentioned earlier, they knew nothing about true chuunibyou.
With a cold laugh, Fu Qian not only refrained from furiously scribbling after being outdone by a girl, but even tossed away the pen Oz had handed him, right onto the register.
"Then I'm curious: what did this honest young woman think of the farce you've put on?"
...Farce?
"What do you mean?"
"You'd better make yourself clear..."
The situation took another turn, and Fu Qian's increasingly impolite remarks made Lady Yingzhu and Oz both change their expressions.
"Heh... Make myself clear."
"Do you know what I've never been able to understand about most people?"
Unfortunately, Fu Qian was clearly unmoved by their pressure.
He shook his head, his disappointment plain in his voice.
"Things are right there in front of them, yet they insist on covering their eyes and pretending not to see, waiting for someone else to tell