Chapter 510: Chapter 341: The Gift
Jiang Ning had tricked Xue Yuantong, and he felt quite refreshed.
Xue Yuantong, heartbroken, returned to her room, “Jiang Ning has changed.”
Jiang Ning had a great nap.
When he woke up, Xue Yuantong had completely forgotten the unpleasantness of the afternoon; she sat on the back of a mountain bike, chattering to Jiang Ning about the afternoon’s awards ceremony and next week’s exam.
As soon as they reached the classroom door, Jiang Ning heard Pang Jiao’s angry roar, “Why, why cancel my dance!”
Zhang Yifei’s square-faced anger blazed, “Who, who did this?”
Li Shengnan and Wang Yan Yan were also protesting the injustice, the whole classroom filled with the sll of flas, ready to explode at any mont.
At the back of the classroom, Wu Xiaoqi, holding a basketball, enjoyed the commotion, secretly relieved he had played basketball at noon and only now returned; otherwise, he would have definitely been overwheld by the others’ fury.
He touched his basketball, “Truly my lucky charm.”
Wang Yan Yan spread her arms, mimicking a performance, and recited passionately, “My sister, Pang Jiao, perford artificial respiration twice, saving two classmates, even being announced and rewarded by the school; such a helpful and positive role model, why should she suffer this injustice!”
Her classmates cringed.
Shen Qing’e flipped through her phone, saying, “The notice from the school, soone complained that your dance is too…”
She paused, “The dance is too unique, worried about impacting the school’s ethos.”
So, it was a report by soone.
Ma Shicheng instinctively looked towards Cui Yu, who flashed a sinister smile.
‘He sabotaged Pang Jiao.’ This thought flashed through Ma Shicheng’s mind.
This indeed was Cui Yu’s style, his cunningness was certainly high level.
…
In the hot afternoon, everyone moved their stools to the playground to enjoy the awards ceremony and closing of the school celebration.
The weather was hot and the students’ hearts ablaze, but Guo Kun Nan’s heart was both fiery and icy cold.
At every mont, he turned to look at his dear friend, Kaiquan, who had been silent since the end of the morning sports et, not saying a word even during lunch, seemingly brewing a storm.
Guo Kun Nan suddenly thought back to when he was agonizing over confessing his identity to Manman, and he was in the sa state as Dan Kaiquan.
‘Could it be that he’s thinking…?’ disbelief flitted through Guo Kun Nan’s eyes.
Is Dan Kaiquan preparing to charge forward for love?
He hadn’t even won the championship at the sports et! Wasn’t he afraid of failure?
Guo Kun Nan patted him, “Be sensible.”
Dan Kaiquan, sharing the telepathy, just smiled bitterly without speaking.
With so many people around, Guo Kun Nan kept quiet, planning to lecture Kaiquan thoroughly and impart so profound wisdom after the school celebration ended.
Solemn music began from the podium, commanding respect from all listeners.
“May I invite the top three of the n’s 100 ters to co up for their awards!” the principal announced using the microphone.
Jiang Ning stood up, under the gaze of all the students, took a detour, approached the podium via the stairs, and stepped onto a gold-pyramid-shaped award platform.
On either side, dressed in gowns and holding trays, were beautiful second-year high school sisters.
The principal took flowers from a second-year sister and handed them to the top three of the 100-ter race, personally hanging the dals on them.
As Jiang Ning returned to his square, he was imdiately greeted with a wave of congratulations.
Geng Lu’s face, a bit chubby like a baby’s, lively and joyful, said, “Jiang Ning, can I touch your dal?”
“Feel free.” He naturally didn’t mind, pretending to take the dal off his neck.
Geng Lu hurriedly waved her hand, “No need, no need to take it off, I’ll just touch it like this.”
She took this opportunity to get closer, admiring Jiang Ning’s dal, the hot air around becoming cooler.
Bai Yuxia joked, “Jiang Ning, what’s it like to be a champion?”
Jiang Ning reminisced about the award ceremony, saying, “The podium wasn’t set up stably.”
Bai Yuxia, “Huh?”
While Geng Lu was playing with Jiang Ning’s dal, another announcent ca from the stage, “Please invite the top three of the 800-ter race to co up for their awards!”
Jiang Ning took off his dal, slapped it into Geng Lu’s tender palm, and placed the flowers into Bai Yuxia’s arms:
“I’ll be right back.”
He went back up to the stage to receive his award.
Dan Kaiquan saw the flowers in Bai Yuxia’s arms, his face showing a hint of pain; if he had pushed himself a little more to win the championship, it would have been his flowers that Bai Yuxia was holding now.
Jiang Ning, under the scrutiny of all the students, ascended to the champion’s spot again, holding flowers and wearing a dal.
The principal lanted how excellent Student Jiang Ning was, winning two consecutive championships and breaking the school record.
Bai Yuxia held the flowers, her slightly pink cheeks made even more attractive by the vivid blossoms.
Chen Siqing sat beside Bai Yuxia; this afternoon she had defeated her sister, winning the rights to class 8.
She looked at Bai Yuxia, then at the flowers, and suddenly exclaid lightly, “Yuxia, there’s a red packet inside the flowers!”
Bai Yuxia had also noticed; she was equally curious about the champion’s prize money.
Jiang Ning ca back to the ranks with his flowers.
Tang Fu, from the next class, couldn’t help but frequently glance over, eyeing the flowers in his hands.
Cui Yu obnoxiously waved his hand in front of her face.
Zhao Jinyang scolded angrily, “Keep your paws off!”
Cui Yu scoffed, “A defeated general.”
After a while, when the high jump prize money was distributed, Jiang Ning placed the flowers in Geng Lu’s hands and handed the dal to Chen Siqing, then he went up to receive another award.
The principal paused, surprised, “Him again?”
The students watching below were also surprised; they had heard Jiang Ning’s na over the loudspeaker before and hadn’t paid much attention, but now that it was his turn to receive an award, they realized just how spectacular he was.
As Jiang Ning entered the square, he imdiately took off his dal and, along with the flowers, handed them to Xue Yuantong.
Xue Yuantong sat in the front row, holding flowers, her eyes sparkling; she hadn’t participated in the competition, but she too had flowers and a dal.
Geng Lu fiddled with the prize for a while, then returned it to him, smiling brightly, “Jiang Ning, you’re the champion.”
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