Chapter 117
After the audience had fully vented their overly excited emotions, the noisy cheers subsided a little.
Media reporters who wanted to interview lined up outside the organizer's office, seemingly determined to interview the Star Cup final champion.
The other spectators left the venue in an orderly manner under the guidance of the event staff, and the front row of the venue suddenly became empty.
As soon as Qian Li picked up her bag and stood up from her seat, Vivian came over and looked around, then asked in confusion, "Madam, isn't Mr. Pei leaving with you?"
Vivian supported Qianli properly, and then she heard Qianli say with a smile: "Don't wait for him."
The golden powder celebrating the winner of the Star Cup gold medal was still spreading throughout the venue.
Vivian understood immediately, and a smile appeared in her eyes.
"Then let's go first."
As soon as Vivian finished speaking, there was a sudden commotion outside the venue and many people could be heard shouting in surprise.
In the center of the crowd, a tall man with his hat pulled down and wearing a low-key black coat walked out of the venue quickly and got into the nanny car under the protection of his agent.
"Ahhh! Yun Guanqing!!"
"It was the first time I saw him in person. I didn't recognize him because he was wearing a hat. He was sitting behind me!"
"Did he watch the whole thing? Does the movie star like this kind of competition?"
"You're so stupid, haven't you seen Matching Heartbeat? It must be for You Mian."
The car door was slammed shut, blocking out all questions from the crowd outside.
The agent got in the car right after him and sat next to Yun Guanqing, asking, "Are we going to the set?"
Yun Guanqing turned his head, looked out the car window, and hummed heavily.
The agent immediately gestured to the driver, "Go back to the set."
The agent didn't understand why Yun Guanqing, who had stayed up all night last night and had been working non-stop for two days, didn't go back to the hotel to rest when he finally got some time to rest, but instead insisted on coming to watch the game.
He had also watched "Matching Heartbeats", but he never expected that Yun Guanqing seemed to care about You Mian much more than what the other party showed on the show.
Yun Guanqing took off his baseball cap and threw it on his knees. The man's long hair was cut short, and the prickly hair ends made him look tougher. His androgynous aura was also reduced a lot, and he looked more heroic.
Yun Guanqing drooped his eyelids tiredly, and his dark circles were very obvious. But when he thought of You Mian holding up the golden cup amid the fireworks just now, the fatigue in his heart seemed to dissipate.
When Guan Tong and his group walked out, they only saw the exhaust of a black nanny car and had no idea who was sitting inside.
When Guan Tong saw the group of media reporters blocking the door of the organizer's office, he realized that it was unlikely that he would be able to meet You Mian today, so he followed Qu Miao and others and left.
But who knew that as soon as they walked out of the venue, a familiar male voice sounded behind them.
Guan Tong turned around in confusion and saw Yan Tingxuan standing behind him in a brown coat.
"Brother Yan?" Guan Tong's eyes widened, his tone a little surprised, "You are here too? Why didn't I see you?"
Yan Tingxuan raised his gold-rimmed glasses and smiled, saying, "I bought the back row."
Guan Tong nodded.
Yan Tingxuan seemed to just come to say hello to him. The man lifted his sleeves, looked at his watch, and said goodbye with a smile, "There are customers waiting, so let's not talk for now."
Guan Tong quickly responded, "Okay."
Yan Tingxuan hurriedly left the crowd, as if he had really taken time out of his busy schedule to watch the live finals.
Guan Tong looked at his back. Fang Xiaofeng, who had never watched the romance show, asked softly, "Your friend?"
Guan Tong immediately shook his head, "No, it's..." You Mian's friend.
But before he could finish the second half of the sentence, Guan Tong immediately realized that something was wrong. He remained silent for half a second before changing his words and said, "Yes, my friend."
The news about the gold medal winner of the Xingchen Cup spread quickly on the Internet just after the finals ended, and the official website of the Xingchen Cup also released the final works of the gold medal winner and the runner-up and third place winners.
In less than five minutes, the official Weibo account of Huajiang Art Museum liked and reposted the media post.
[Huajiang Art Museum: Congratulations to You Mian for winning the Xingchen Cup Gold Award! I wonder if new works can be exhibited in the museum for a limited time? [Cute winkjpg]】
The boxing arena was filled with the sound of punches.
As soon as the middle-aged coach walked in, he saw Huo Yanzhi sitting on a bench, drinking an energy drink and swiping his phone.
Although Huo Yanzhi's condition has improved a little since his last fever, he still hasn't returned to his peak level.
The coach didn't want to put too much pressure on him, so he walked over and smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Huo Yanzhi's mobile page was scrolling to the page that read "The gold medal work for the rebirth theme finals, contestant No. 0409 You Mian created a perfect work amid the boos of the audience..."
The texture of the huge sculpture was captured with incredible clarity under the high-definition camera, and every texture is breathtakingly beautiful.
The man's eyebrows unconsciously revealed a gentle smile.
But after hearing the coach's voice, Huo Yanzhi pressed his phone and turned off the screen.
Huo Yanzhi raised his hand and placed the drink next to his backpack, then stood up and said calmly, "Nothing, let's continue training."
The coach looked at him in confusion. "Is it the final you wanted to get a ticket for but didn't get?"
Huo Yan's punch almost missed, and he said sullenly, "No."
The coach laughed and walked over to help him steady the sandbag, "Just pretend it's not true."
The heavy snow outside the Magic Cube Art Center has stopped. The sky, which had been gloomy for the whole morning, has completely cleared up, and the sun is warm, which seems to symbolize that this season of cold winter is about to end.
The audience in the venue had all left, and the surroundings were empty and extremely quiet.
Outside the glass door of the art center, Marcia held Hillman's briefcase. The blonde woman stood beside him, looked up at the sky and smiled, and said softly in German: "It's rare to have a sunny day in Huajiang City."
Hillman has been here twice. The last time was to judge the second round of the Star Cup competition. The heavy rain that day made his trouser legs wet.
On the final day, it snowed heavily again starting late last night and only stopped just now.
Standing under the eaves, Hillman replied, "Winter will soon be over. In spring, there will be more sunshine like this."
The silver-haired, gray-eyed man stood at the gate in silence, with no intention of moving his feet.
Marcia asked in a puzzled voice, "Dean? You have a seminar in Switzerland this afternoon, and your plane is about to take off."
Hillman knew how full his schedule was, but just as he was about to leave, he heard footsteps behind him.
I saw a group of reporters and media who had just finished an interview coming out of the venue. Each of them was holding a camera, and the editors were holding laptops. They all had anxious expressions on their faces, as if they had interviewed some big news and were ready to be the first to release it. They hurried back to their cars.
Hillman realized something and turned back suddenly.
The lights dimmed, and in the quietened art center, two people walked out side by side.
You Mian and Pei Huaiji walked out of the stadium together, their arms pressed against each other, the fabric of their coats rubbing against each other from time to time.
Hillman noted that this was an extremely close social distance.
You Mian had just finished a press conference that lasted more than 40 minutes, and now looked a little tired.
The boy leaned part of his body weight on Pei Huaiji and walked forward intimately.
"The car is already outside, you are not allowed to sleep here." Pei Huaiji said softly.
Pei Huaiji spoke sternly, but his arms were wrapped around You Mian to give him the most comfortable leaning position.
You Mian smiled and said, "I'm not that tired yet."
Pei Huaiji gently kissed the top of You Mian's head and held his hand, interlocking their fingers.
"The snow has stopped." Pei Huaiji said.
"Hmm? Really?"
When You Mian heard this, he looked up. At this moment, he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of Yager Hillman standing at the gate.
The famous director of the Klios Academy of Fine Arts has old but neat silver hair and gray eyes that are always serious, as if he can make a harsh criticism in the next second.
You Mian stopped immediately after seeing the other party and greeted him politely, "Dean Hillman."
Pei Huaiji also nodded politely.
You Mian originally thought that this was just a chance encounter between him and Hillman, where the two parties politely greeted each other and then left.
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