CHAPTER 535: 211 BRIGHT FUTURE

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 remembered that Qi Baotan had mentioned 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 me 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 medal, 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 medal.

Especially the gold medals. This year’s twenty gold medals 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 me."

A man beside Meng Junzhu grinned smugly as he spoke.

Given this year’s proportions, having two students win gold medals was something 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 Meng Junzhu next to him. "As I recall, Mr. Meng, you’re from Lanya High School, right? I remember Lanya High School has a pretty good national ranking. How many gold medals did your students win?"

How could Meng 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 name, 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 medal 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 someone?

At that moment, a name resonated through the microphone, echoing endlessly within the vast theater.

"Shen You’an?"

Wen Hao muttered the name to himself.

It felt unfamiliar. He was sure none of his students bore that name.

Could this year have produced a dark horse?

Meanwhile, Meng 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 somewhat incredulous.

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention," Meng Junzhu added. "Liu Runxi is my student, as well as Leng Yunyang and Gu Bichen."

Successfully catching sight of the man’s cracking expression, Meng 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 name, and no one noticed his lapse in composure.

Meng 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 moment, engaging in petty arguments with ignorant individuals was no longer meaningful.

"It’s actually her," Jing Zhan said in disbelief.

Liu Runxi did not immediately ascend to the stage. When Shen You’an’s name 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 irksome.

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, meeting 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 seemed 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 remembered.

Onstage, the twenty gold medal winners, judged by their demeanor and personas alone, were undoubtedly destined for great futures.