Yang Huiyan was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "I'm afraid Monroe only likes to praise you. I've never seen her praise anyone else, but she's still young and always likes to look at people and things subjectively."
What this means is that Monroe praised An Xinghe because she liked Xinghe, so her words were highly subjective.
An Xinghe naturally understood what she meant, but said indifferently, "This is also good. We don't live so rigidly. It's like 1+1 sometimes doesn't equal 2."
Monroe looked very happy when she was praised.
Yang Huiyan was instantly disappointed with him and said coldly, "No means no, don't use some lame excuse to cover up your inability."
Zhao Menglu's face was tense, and she said seriously, "Cousin, what did you say? Brother Xinghe is really amazing and never puts on airs."
Yang Huiyan no longer believed her and said calmly, "You said your brother Xinghe is amazing? Well, I want to ask you something."
"Have you participated in any competitions so far? Have you won any awards? What's your ranking in your grade, city, province, or even nationally?"
Yang Huiyan asked him in an orderly manner.
An Xinghe said calmly, "I haven't participated in any competitions."
There was a hint of sarcasm on Yang Huiyan's lips, but she restrained herself out of politeness.
"Monroe, did you hear that? You're so awesome, but you've never even participated in a competition."
Anyone could hear the sarcasm in the words.
"This...this doesn't mean anything." Zhao Menglu stuttered when she was asked. She only knew that those who participated in the competition and won awards were very powerful, so she thought that Brother Xinghe had also participated.
"What's the point of participating in the competition?" An Xinghe asked back.
Yang Huiyan didn't even bother looking at him, and calmly spoke, "You can improve your acumen and push your limits. If you win a provincial award, or even a national one, it will be beneficial for extra points in the college entrance exam or even admission."
"If I understand correctly, the competition is ultimately about improving yourself, getting into a good university, and finding a good job."
Yang Huiyan pondered for a moment and said lazily, "There's nothing wrong with you saying that."
"It seems that it's useless. I know my abilities and I know which university I want to apply to. It's better for me to spend my time on what I want to do in the future." An Xinghe said calmly.
If it weren't for Monroe's trust in him, he really wouldn't bother to explain.
Hearing this, Yang Huiyan looked at him in disbelief. She, usually a rational person, was a little confused by her anger. "Useless? So many people have been eager to win this award, but never get it. How many winners have been able to go to better schools because of it? And you shattered the dreams of countless high school students with just a few frivolous words."
"I don't know what others think, but I think this way. Since I have the ability to get into a good university, why should I participate in the competition?" An Xinghe said mysteriously.
"A good university?" Yang Huiyan said these words sarcastically, then said calmly, "Then where are you planning to study?"
Wanying's words echoed in An Xinghe's mind. She wanted to go to college in the same city as him.
Her grades aren't good enough to determine the right place for her to study.
"I don't know." An Xinghe replied.
Zhao Menglu was a little surprised, "Brother Xinghe, you haven't thought about it yet, right?"
An Xinghe shook his head, "No."
Yang Huiyan found it even more ironic. "How can someone who isn't even sure which university to attend be so sure of getting into a good one? Abroad, top universities like Harvard are top, and domestically, Kyoto University is top. Are you confident you can get in?"
"What's so difficult about it? As long as I want to take the exam, I can pass it." An Xinghe asked again.
Yang Huiyan really admired his mysterious confidence.
"Okay." Yang Huiyan simply treated his words as bullshit.
He looked steady, but all he said was bragging. She suddenly became curious about what kind of university he got into more than a year later.
Yang Huiyan was too lazy to pay attention to him and went upstairs.
The atmosphere in the air suddenly became a little awkward.
Zhou Yao and An Xinghe planned to leave and politely declined Mrs. Zhao's request to stay for lunch.
The two of them left in a hurry.
Being rejected by others, Wen Qing was so angry that she threw all the expensive gifts in her hands, such as Dahongpao tea worth millions and expensive watches, into the trash can.
She turned around and looked at Chu Xinrou beside her with an angry face, "You are useless. Your academic performance is not as good as that Lan You. You can't even dance Swan Lake, your best ballet, as well as others. Why are you so useless?"
Chu Xinrou was irritated and yelled out in discomfort after being scolded by her. "Mom, can you please stop scolding me? How could I have known that the grandmaster-level dance master you were talking about would be an old man?"
Chu Xinrou never expected that the person Wen Qing pulled her to visit was the old man who stood up at the National Day Gala and said that her dancing was not as good as Lan You's.
The mother and daughter thought that if the other party accepted her as a disciple, it would be an honor for them and they would be able to save some face.
But unexpectedly, they came so early and brought so many valuable things, but they were kicked out as soon as they entered.
It’s all Lan You’s fault. He always wants to steal her limelight.
Chu Xinrou suddenly clenched her fists, her eyes revealing bone-chilling hatred.
"I'll settle the score with you when we get back." Wen Qing said angrily.
She walked away angrily, but after a few steps, she suddenly saw a familiar figure coming out of the house next door, and there was a boy beside her.
This boy looks about three-quarters like her.
She stopped abruptly and opened her eyes wide.
"Mom, what's wrong again?" Chu Xinrou saw her stop and looked in the direction she was looking, just in time to see the mother and son.
"Isn't that An Xinghe?" Why is he here?
She turned around tenderly and held her arms tightly with both hands. "You said his last name is An?"
Sure enough, she was not mistaken, the middle-aged woman was Zhou Yao.
Chu Xinrou noticed her mother's strangeness and looked puzzled, "Yes, what's wrong?"
She tenderly pulled her into the car and asked the driver to follow the person in front.
"Do you know him?" She began to inquire about him slowly.
"Yes, he is also from Qinghe, a sophomore in high school." Chu Xinrou said indifferently.
Wen Qing suddenly opened her eyes wide, "Isn't he the same age as you? You started studying earlier, how come he is a grade higher than you?"
Chu Xinrou was even more confused. "That shouldn't be the case. An Xinghe has a younger sister who's in Class 1 and 2 of Senior High School. I've never heard that they were twins."
"An Xinghe has a younger sister?" Wen Qing suddenly held Chu Xinrou tightly, with such force that Chu Xinrou frowned in pain.
"Mom, it hurts, please let me go first."
Only then did Wen Qing realize that she had overreacted and slowly let go of her hand.
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