Chapter 97 The Wishing Star: Sincerity Brings Miracles.

Friday.

Starting in the afternoon, the group became somewhat restless.

On the way to fetch water, I ran into some classmates from Class 4. We made eye contact, confirmed each other's identities, and even chatted for a bit.

"...Let's start at 5:40."

"Pretty much, just in time for dinner."

"It's no big deal to have dinner today; I've already bought bread in advance."

Amidst the whispers, it was already 5:30.

When the school bell rang, the students who usually dashed out like the wind to leave school or rush to the cafeteria didn't move this time.

Only Xia Hui suddenly stood up, slammed her hand on the table, and shouted, "Ding Yang!"

The summoned information committee member immediately went up to the podium, skillfully operated the computer, and opened the official website he had found in advance.

I clicked into the live stream of the final closing ceremony.

The venue was decorated in an exquisite dark blue, and candidates from all over the country sat on white cloth chairs, occasionally chatting in hushed tones.

The students in the front row craned their necks.

"Where are they? Where are Lao Lei and Jiang Shen sitting?"

Is it the one in the third row from the left?

"No, no, that one is too short, it can't be him."

"What about the one on the right closest to the camera...?"

The class suddenly erupted in chaos.

Shi Miao leaned back in her chair, her ears seemingly shielded from the noise of others. Her gaze swept across the live stream projected on the big screen and landed precisely on the back of a figure in the front row.

White shirt.

My black hair was cut a little shorter.

He tilted his head slightly, as if speaking to someone next to him; the outline of his profile was blurred and difficult to discern in the camera lens.

But Shi Miao knew that it was Jiang Yingxu.

She propped her chin on her hand and watched quietly for a long while.

We've only been apart for five days, but for some reason, it feels like a long time has passed.

The cat has never been separated from Jiang Yingxu for this long.

"...Now, let's announce the winners of the first prize."

The large screen flashed, and a list of names suddenly appeared on the PowerPoint presentation with a dark blue background.

The name listed first, with its incredibly familiar Chinese characters and the sound of it being read aloud in the background, immediately caught my eye and ears.

—Jiang Yingxu, Ningcheng No.1 Middle School.

The classroom was silent for a few seconds, then erupted into a senseless, explosive howl.

"Awoooooo!"

"Number one in the country!"

"Holy crap, Jiang Shen! Holy crap!! Jiang Shen!!!"

"Our Ningyi High School has really made something of itself!!"

Deng Yi had already slipped away to Shi Miao's side, and the moment the list came out, she hurriedly borrowed some low-prescription glasses from someone.

You won't need glasses anymore.

The surrounding revelry has already revealed the outcome.

Deng Yi's face flushed red. He excitedly grabbed Shi Miao's arm and shook it violently, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Miao Miao! Jiang Shen is number one! Number one in the whole country!!!"

Shi Miao was shaken so badly that she swayed from side to side.

She already knew the result, but she still couldn't help but curl her lips upwards, her eyes shining brightly as she watched the boy on the screen get up and walk onto the stage to receive his award.

The camera zoomed in slightly, lingering on that tall, imposing figure for a few seconds.

The boy seemed to sense something, lifted his long eyelashes, and stared directly into the camera with his dark eyes.

"Holy crap..."

In the classroom, which had just quieted down a little, someone sighed, followed by a series of sighs.

"Our Jiang Shen is simply a visual stunner!"

"I'm not trying to put anyone down, everyone who went on stage was a master, but Jiang Yingxu was just too outstanding."

"The principal must be grinning from ear to ear. Jiang Shen is a man of few words, but when he does speak, he amazes everyone by winning first place in the country."

The leader, whose hair was half-gray, went up on stage, raised his hands, and hung the gleaming gold medal around Jiang Yingxu's neck.

The gold medal swayed slightly, reflecting the dazzling light off his chest.

Shi Miao watched intently.

The kitten was filled with excitement and joy and wanted to tell him.

Jiang Yingxu, you're amazing!

Jiang Yingxu, you're number one in the whole country!

Jiang Yingxu, you were absolutely radiant on stage.

Jiang Yingxu...

After the first batch of medals were awarded, the contestants stepped down from the stage one after another.

The students in Class One were still immersed in the shock and joy of their classmate becoming the national champion in the competition. The boys were shouting and yelling, and unless they shouted at the top of their lungs, they couldn't hear what the person opposite them was saying.

Just then.

A slight vibration suddenly came from my pocket.

Shi Miao subconsciously took out her phone.

The screen lights up and displays the battery information.

The familiar Chinese characters had just appeared on the large screen in front of her a second ago, and had just lingered in Shi Miao's mind.

It's like lighting up a wishing star that grants your sincere prayers.

As soon as Shi Miao heard his name, she received his call.

Deng Yi was nearby and saw it immediately. "Damn!"

On the big screen, the boy hadn't even completely stepped off the stage when he brazenly used his body to shield himself and made a phone call.

Deng Yi abruptly released his grip on Shi Miao's arm, thought for a moment, then grabbed her again, using his own body as a vanguard, pushing and shoving his way through the boys who were waving their arms and blocking his path.

They escorted Shi Miao directly to the door.

"Go quickly!"

Deng Yi clung to the door, even more anxious than Shi Miao herself, "Go answer the phone!"

The phone vibrated in my palm.

The caller was very patient; even after a while, there was no sign of them hanging up.

Shi Miao's heartbeat seemed to match this frequency, pounding wildly, her fingertips trembling slightly as she swiped across the screen.

A beep.

The call was connected.

Spanning hundreds of kilometers.

Jiang Yingxu's voice was low and gentle, "Miaomiao."

He said.

"I got first place."

His honor shines brighter because of her.