"Name?"
"Huai Shi."
"Age?"
"Seventeen."
"Occupation... a student, right?"
"Yes, and part-time Xinhai Astronomical Society Inspector, Disastrous Musician, Abyss Kitchen Devil, and a whole bunch of other nonsensical titles..."
In the security room at the gatehouse, Huai Shi sat on a chair, earnestly introducing himself and placing his identification on the table.
"..."
The security guard looked at him as if he were some kind of joke, probably never having encountered such a severe case of adolescent delusions. After a long silence, he couldn't figure out what this person, who had suddenly appeared, actually wanted.
Is he the child of some leader at the factory? No, that can't be it; there doesn't seem to be anyone with the surname Huai here.
"And the reason for your visit?"
The security guard tapped his pen on the table. "Who are you looking for? Do you have a contact number? I can call them out for you."
"If you could call them out, that would be great."
