The big screen lit up, displaying the backstage voting results—
Contestant #1: 1080 votes.
Contestant #7: 1081 votes.
The result was clear!
"Congratulations to Contestant #7 for successfully advancing to the next round—Contestant #7, Xia Xiyan!" the host announced passionately.
The venue instantly erupted into chaos.
The people supporting Sumr all cheered wildly in excitent!
"Thank you, everyone..." Xiyan bowed sincerely.
Even though she only won by one vote—still, she won!
No one could stop her from laughing to her heart’s content. Hahaha!
By her side, Xia Shiyi was trembling with barely contained rage.
She wanted to shout profanities so badly!
This wasn’t how the script was supposed to go. She was supposed to easily secure the endorsent!
But now... she was cruelly eliminated in the second round of the semifinals.
She didn’t even make it to the finals. She got eliminated. *Eliminated!*
"Yes!!" An Ran jumped up in excitent. She grabbed the flowers she had bought earlier and darted onto the stage, handing them to Xiyan.
Her eyes reddened as she said, "I knew you could do it! I always knew you’d win."
Ever since she was a child, she’d cry easily whenever she got emotional.
Xiyan, sowhat amused and exasperated, accepted An Ran’s flowers. "I won. It’s not like I got eliminated. Why are you crying?"
"I’m just so happy for you." An Ran took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes.
From the audience below, people began chanting Xiyan’s na louder and louder.
The atmosphere was electric, as if Xiyan had already advanced to the finals and secured the endorsent.
In Class 1-B, those classmates who used to mock Xiyan now felt like kneeling before her in apology.
"Xia Xiyan—no, Sumr—I didn’t expect you to be this stunning!"
"Stop talking. My face hurts so much right now from the sha..."
"From now on, you’re officially our class’s Goddess—undeniably and unquestionably the Goddess!!"
Ah, even though she knew these people were just fair-weather fans...
Xiyan still couldn’t help but smile.
For the past five years, she had endured in silence, constrained by the terms of her contract.
Like a spring pressed down again and again, she suffered constantly, relentlessly.
Until that pressure reached its limit—and in this mont, without hesitation, she fought back!
And... it was incredibly satisfying.
Below the stage, Yang Shurong, who had just finished her phone call, let out a cold laugh.
Xia Xiyan. Well, well, aren’t you sothing.
You actually dare go after my daughter?
Heh, I’ll make sure you lose everything!
Just then, a boy wearing glasses stood up, pointed at the big screen, and said, "I have questions! There’s sothing wrong with these votes!"
His voice was loud enough that the host naturally heard it.
"Dear student, all our votes are fair and just. Moreover, the vote count aligns perfectly with the school’s total number of students. What exactly is the problem? Be careful with what you say; you’ll have to take responsibility for it!"
"There’s definitely a problem because—" the boy paused slightly and raised his phone, the screen frozen on the voting page. "I didn’t get a chance to vote just now! Which ans my vote didn’t count. If my vote didn’t count, then how does the final vote tally still match the total number of students at school? Shouldn’t it be missing my vote?!"
The crowd was stunned into silence.
The boy then pointed straight at Xiyan and exclaid, "It must be her! She tampered with the votes, manipulating the numbers! What a disgusting trick!"
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PLEASE vote, everyone! (*cute whining and rolling around~*)
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