The repeat class had a one-day holiday, and Qi Baotan asked Shen You’an on WeChat if they were free on New Year’s Day.
Shen You’an rembered that Qi Baotan had ntioned she really liked Rong Xianning.
——"On the evening of the 31st, how about we go see the live performance of the young idols?"
Qi Baotan: "Sure, sure, but the tickets seem really hard to get. Scalpers are selling them for tens of thousands each."
——"Don’t worry about the tickets; a friend gave a few."
How could Qi Baotan refuse? Going to the finals of her favorite idol with her best friend? It was too perfect.
Each school’s team leader teachers sat in the back rows of the theater. Whenever a student won a dal, a joyful smile would appear on the team leader’s face.
This year, the competition was fiercer than ever, and it wasn’t easy to win a dal.
Especially the gold dals. This year’s twenty gold dals carried significantly more weight than in previous years.
Those who knew the inside story wore proud expressions on their faces when students from their teams won gold.
"Cao Shuxiao and Jiang Yumo were both taught by ."
A man beside ng Junzhu grinned smugly as he spoke.
Given this year’s proportions, having two students win gold dals was sothing to brag about.
A female team leader sitting nearby looked envious upon hearing this. "Mr. Wen, you’re amazing, as expected from De Ren Middle School."
The man raised an eyebrow and glanced at ng Junzhu next to him. "As I recall, Mr. ng, you’re from Lanya High School, right? I rember Lanya High School has a pretty good national ranking. How many gold dals did your students win?"
How could ng Junzhu not catch the sarcastic tone in his words? She felt a bit anxious inside, her gaze fixed on the stage where Xie Feng stood.
Xie Feng deliberately paused when reading out the last na, leaving everyone in suspense.
What exactly was Xie Feng up to?
"Mr. Wen, the first-place winner of this CMO is surely from your De Ren Middle School again, right? You seem to lead every year without any suspense."
Wen Hao smiled. "Naturally."
However, inside, he was beginning to feel uneasy. Those who could compete for gold were just a handful. Yu Ruohuan unexpectedly receiving a silver dal had already taken him by surprise.
Neither Cao Shuxiao nor Jiang Yumo was first place. So who was the first-place winner?
Had he overlooked soone?
At that mont, a na resonated through the microphone, echoing endlessly within the vast theater.
"Shen You’an?"
Wen Hao muttered the na to himself.
It felt unfamiliar. He was sure none of his students bore that na.
Could this year have produced a dark horse?
anwhile, ng Junzhu straightened her posture, raised her head, and the corners of her lips gently lifted. She looked both confident and proud.
Unhurriedly, she said, "Shen You’an is my student."
Wen Hao abruptly turned his head toward her, looking sowhat incredulous.
"Oh, I almost forgot to ntion," ng Junzhu added. "Liu Runxi is my student, as well as Leng Yunyang and Gu Bichen."
Successfully catching sight of the man’s cracking expression, ng Junzhu smiled and said, "Five bronzes, three silvers, four golds. It looks like Lanya High School’s national ranking can move up a bit this year."
"That’s impossible," Wen Hao reflexively retorted.
Everyone’s attention was now drawn to the unfamiliar na, and no one noticed his lapse in composure.
ng Junzhu looked toward the distant audience seats. A young girl stood up slowly, bathed in a radiant glow, and she smiled with satisfaction.
At this mont, engaging in petty argunts with ignorant individuals was no longer aningful.
"It’s actually her," Jing Zhan said in disbelief.
Liu Runxi did not imdiately ascend to the stage. When Shen You’an’s na was called, he smiled and began walking toward the aisle, stopping midway and glancing sidelong to wait for her.
The aisle wasn’t narrow, allowing them to walk shoulder to shoulder. The boy was tall and upright, the girl graceful and elegant, resembling a picture-perfect pair.
Whether it was an illusion or not, the girl wore a mint-green blouse and white wide-leg pants, while the boy’s white shirt had subtle mint-green details at its edges. At first glance, they looked like couple’s attire.
Jing Zhan found this scene exceedingly irkso.
Yu Ruohuan’s face darkened even further.
Her nails pressed deeply into the certificate, leaving clear indentations on its PU leather cover.
She stared as Shen You’an ascended the stage, eting the countless envious and astonished gazes with poise and composure from start to finish.
A row of spotlights lit up the top of the stage, their glare striking. The girl walked to a corner where the lights didn’t reach, yet everyone seed instinctively drawn to her figure.
This was this year’s first-place winner, crushing the competition.
A face unfamiliar to all but destined to be eternally rembered.
Onstage, the twenty gold dal winners, judged by their deanor and personas alone, were undoubtedly destined for great futures.
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