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The first minute Zou Qian entered the study of etiquette, he felt that this was one of the most failed decisions in his life. Even if he didn't rank among the best, he couldn't have entered the top three. Facing the new faces full of eyes, the old beard turned white, and the young one looked only a teenager, but it was his cousin Zou Mai standing on the rostrum. For five minutes, he stood at the door and waited for a while, not knowing whether to go in or leave.
"Xiaoqian, which foot are you thinking of going forward with?" Zou Mai wondered what he had done. After all, he chose to come to Lixue, and he vowed that it was no problem.
Xiaoqian swallowed, strode into the classroom and got up the courage to go to the podium: "Hello, everyone, my name is Zou Qian, and everyone calls me Xiaoqian. I am 20 years old and I am very happy to be a member of the ritual school. "
"Too sour!" A child's voice came from below. "It's better not to talk nonsense."
Zou Mai poked Xiaoqian on the shoulder. "Give them something personal."
He looked up at the ceiling, thought about it, creaked twice, shook his head and pointed to an empty seat in the distance: "I'll sit there!" " "
There was a burst of laughter and applause immediately below.
Zou Mai pointed to the position of the sixth row against the wall: "OK, that's it."
It is much easier to move and sit down. ...