The old man on the stage rambled on for a good while in one breath. Aside from his awkward-sounding name, Yan Xiaoyi didn't retain a single word.
She mused to herself: With the surname Chi, and with "yu" sounding like both fish and rain, could this guy have some connection to my Sister Yu? It's entirely possible he might even be an elder.
Taking advantage of him passing by her seat after handing out the test papers, she casually asked, "Senior Lao Yu, might I ask if you know Chi Yu?"
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