Song Chan's words were golden advice, and Wen Ying felt embarrassed to continue to be cold.

Song Chan's classmates sneered, "Song Chan, you don't have to be so kind. People won't appreciate it."

Wen Ying turned around to look at the girl, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"Look at what I do, I'm telling the truth!"

Wen Ying turned to Song Chan and gave her earnest advice: "Senior, you really should screen the quality of your followers. People like them are seriously affecting your image and lowering your overall level!"

"What nonsense are you talking about—"

This guy is so rude.

The girl next to Song Chan was about to rush over, but was stopped by Song Chan.

Song Chan's expression was a little stiff.

Wen Ying's words were unpleasant, but when you think about it carefully, they do make some sense.

Wen Ying squeezed next to Li Mengjiao and held her hand, "Alright, if you didn't make it to the semi-finals, then you didn't make it. Don't look for her anymore."

Li Mengjiao's hands were cold and her palms were sweaty.

The old man in the mail room advised, "The letter is here. If it didn't arrive today, why don't you come back and check on Monday?"

If it didn't arrive today, the chances of it arriving on Monday are very slim. The rematch notices were all mailed together, so how could registered mail to the same destination arrive separately?

Since Song Chan has already received the notice for the rematch, it means that she really didn't make it.

Wen Ying was indeed a little disappointed, but it was not unacceptable.

Wen Ying is not really only sixteen years old. She should regard a defeat in a competition as a major event in her life. So what if she didn’t make the score? She can try again next year.

Li Mengjiao's face was filled with grievance, "The judges have no taste!"

"You're right, they have no vision."

Wen Ying acted like she was coaxing a child, and whatever Li Mengjiao said was hers.

The girl next to Song Chan raised her voice, "No, what you guys are saying is, if you didn't make it to the semi-finals, it means the judges had poor taste. Then it's all wrong for Song Chan to make it to the semi-finals? I think the judges have good taste. If you write well, you're going to be shortlisted, so that's why Song Chan was shortlisted!"

Whoever doesn't get in writes poorly, isn't that obvious?

"Let's look for it again."

A male voice came from outside the crowd, as cold as water drops sliding down jade.

It’s Xie Qian.

Li Mengjiao wanted to treat Wen Ying to fried skewers, but Xie Qian refused to eat them, so the three of them did not leave together after school.

He had arrived at the school gate at some point. Everyone was so focused on Li Mengjiao flipping through the registered mail that they hadn't noticed him standing behind the crowd. When Xie Qian spoke, the girls all stepped back. The girl who had spoken earlier was anxious: Was her tone too harsh?

It’s not that they all have any feelings towards Xie Qian, but as teenagers, girls are always very concerned about their image in front of a boy like Xie Qian.

No one doesn't know Xie Qian.

The undisputed school idol of a provincial key school, the top student in his first year of high school, a perfect male god with both good looks and intelligence.

Song Chan thought she was not a vulgar girl. When Xie Qian really approached and passed by her, Song Chan couldn't help holding her breath.

Xie Qian didn't care what Song Chan and her group were thinking. People he didn't know always had no sense of existence in his eyes. He walked into the message room and saw Li Mengjiao's eyes were red.

Wen Ying didn't notice anything unusual.

The hamster may not be sad, but he is stronger than Li Mengjiao in heart, so he doesn't look sad.

"Have you searched them all?"

Xie Qian asked Li Mengjiao, and Li Mengjiao nodded vigorously, the grievance rising again: "I think Wen Ying will definitely be shortlisted, but I can't find the registered letter."

I look for it every day, but I just can’t find it!

Could faith grow wings and fly away?

Wen Ying opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Xie Qian had already picked up the stack of registered mail. He flipped through each letter, his slender fingers fiddling with the envelopes. A deep silence fell inside and outside the delivery room.

Good-looking people look good no matter what they do.

To be shameless, some people want to become a registered letter and be patted on the head by Xie Qian... Just thinking about it makes my cheeks feel like they are burning.

Xie Qian looked carefully and found that there was indeed no letter from Wen Ying.

The old man in the reception room was not very happy. "I put the letters in the drawer..."

After searching for it so many times, it must be a very important letter. The uncle in the message room couldn't help but explain it clearly. He was very conscientious and would not lose the students' letters.

Xie Qian closed and opened the drawer twice, then began to grope around in it.

Li Mengjiao sniffed and hoped eagerly for a miracle to happen.

Wen Ying watched Xie Qian half-squat down to touch the drawer, and her heart also felt sore and uncomfortable.

"Xie Qian..."

“…Found it.”

Xie Qian stood up straight, pulled out a letter, glanced at it, and then handed it to Wen Ying:

"It's yours."

The sender was "Mengya Magazine", and the recipient was "Wen Ying, Class 16, Grade 1". It was indeed the rematch notice that Wen Ying had been waiting for!

"ah?"

Wen Ying was speechless for a moment, and Li Mengjiao burst into laughter: "I knew Wen Ying could make it to the semi-finals. Xie Qian, you are amazing. How did you find her?"

"It's stuck in the gap between the drawers. Don't you find it difficult to open and close the drawer?"

As for why Wen Ying's rematch notice was stuck in the gap of the drawer, Xie Qian looked outside the door.

The air seemed to freeze, and you could hear a pin drop. The little follower who had just helped Song Chan gain trust subconsciously denied it: "Why are you all looking at me? I didn't hide it!"