The young man was dressed in high-end labels, his hair so stiff with styling gel it caught the light. Wearing an arrogant, haughty expression, he led a group of students as they tried to shove their way toward the entrance.
"Excuse me, senior, you can't cut in line!" a petite girl cried out.
She had been standing in line since four o'clock that morning to reach the entrance of the indoor stadium; she couldn't possibly tolerate these boys trying to cut ahead.
Chapter 194