After seeing Tang Li off, the two walked silently to the bus stop, boarded the bus in silence, and sat side by side in silence.
Looking at the trees receding outside the window, Meng Wan, who had been working non-stop for three days, finally felt a sense of relief as she returned to her normal school life.
Meng Zhili turned his head and saw the dark circle under Meng Wan's eye. Her skin was already fair, and with the bright light, even a faint dark circle became particularly noticeable on her face.
Thinking about how Meng Wan had been busy taking care of her family and her own affairs these past two days, Meng Zhili felt increasingly like he wasn't even human.
He's not just a bad older brother, he's a bad person too!
He tossed and turned all night thinking about this problem, and even sat up and slapped himself twice before he could finally fall asleep. Now, seeing Meng Wan's expression, that feeling of guilt came over him again.
He's a real scoundrel!
Meng Zhili cursed himself in his heart.
"You must be very tired these past few days?" After hesitating for a while, he finally asked. But as soon as he opened his mouth, he felt like he had asked a stupid question.
As expected, Meng Wan was taken aback for a moment. "It's alright."
Both fell silent, an inexplicable awkwardness lingering between them, and they didn't speak again until they entered their respective schools.
As soon as Lan Xing saw Meng Wan, she raised her hand to greet her. Peng Zhe waved even faster, his eyes shining as he stared intently at Meng Wan as she walked over.
"What's up?"
"Sister Wan, the annual sports meet is coming up again." Peng Zhe handed over the registration form with both hands. "Which events do you plan to sign up for this year?"
Did you give me a choice?
"1500 meters, high jump, long jump, what do you think?" Peng Zhe asked with a fawning smile.
There's no way around it; nobody wants to sign up for the 1500 event, and other classes have professional athletes in the high jump and long jump. If Meng Wan doesn't participate, they have absolutely no chance of winning. If they can win these three events, they'll definitely be in the top three in the whole school!
If it weren't for the rule that one person could only register for a maximum of three items, Peng Zhe would have loved to fill in Meng Wan's name as the name of the person registering for every single item.
There was no point in saying more. Meng Wan took the registration form and signed her name in no time, displaying a confident and decisive demeanor.
"Miss Lanxing, I'm counting on you for the shot put this year too." Peng Zhe handed another registration form to Lanxing, who didn't argue and signed her name directly.
"Oh, right!" Peng Zhe had barely touched the chair with his bottom when he stood up again and leaned between the two of them.
"What is it now?" Lan Xing tapped Peng Zhe on the head with her pen.
Peng Zhe winced in pain, immediately pulled his head back, sat up straight, and rubbed the spot where he had been hit with one hand.
"The design competition that started at the beginning of the semester has ended. Wan Jie beat Su Ping by three votes at the last minute and won first place in this year's design competition. Congratulations, Wan Jie!"
"Thanks." The ranking was about what she expected, so Meng Wan wasn't too surprised.
"Sister Wan, this time there's more than just a bonus. I heard that W·P can also grant you a request for clothing!" Seeing that Meng Wan had no expression, Peng Zhe clasped his hands together and looked at her with a pleading expression.
"Sister Wan, I have a favor to ask!"
Meng Wan raised an eyebrow. "Speak."
"We need to make class T-shirts again, and Su Ping and I discussed it. We think the T-shirt you designed perfectly matches the theme of our class's sports meet this year. It's bright and vibrant, and for us in the dull senior year of high school, it represents vitality and youth!"
Peng Zhe stood up straight, as if he was about to begin reciting poetry.
Meng Wan chuckled, somewhat speechless. "Sit down, stop acting crazy."
"Hehe, okay." Peng Zhe was the type to listen to advice.
"So, you want W.P. to use my paint-painted T-shirts for mass production as class uniforms for this year's sports meet?"
"Sister Wan truly deserves to be number one in the grade; she's so smart," Peng Zhe flattered, but Lan Xing couldn't stand it.
"You've got a pretty shrewd plan, haven't you? In previous years, didn't you just have Su Ping design it and then have other companies make the custom orders?"
“In previous years, we did use the Su Ping admission method, but didn’t Sister Wan get first place this time?” Peng Zhe scratched his head.
"So you're just being materialistic and giving up on two years of tradition? Peng Zhe, are you trying to give Wanwan something to do? If you've contributed to the class for two years, and then you're kicked out just because you didn't get first place in the last year, would you be happy?"
Lan Xing was so angry with Peng Zhe that she wanted to teach him a lesson about his principles. Peng Zhe realized that Lan Xing had misunderstood and quickly raised his hand to stop her.
"Oh, Miss Lan, do you think I'm that kind of person? This idea was proposed by Su Ping herself, and I tried to persuade her, but she insisted that I use Sister Wan's design, so I came to Sister Wan to bring it up!"
"Really?" Lan Xing looked at Peng Zhe suspiciously.
Peng Zhe was filled with helplessness. He looked around and saw Su Ping had just finished getting water and returned to the classroom.
"Su Ping!"
Peng Zhe's shout startled Su Ping.
She walked over, still holding the cup in her hand. "What's wrong?"
"You'd better explain to these two young ladies that they think I've lost my conscience and are going to teach me a lesson."
Su Ping frowned, looking puzzled. Seeing this, Meng Wan briefly summarized the situation.
“Yes, it was my suggestion. Meng Wan’s design this time was quite good. It’s our last year together, and I thought it would be more flamboyant and youthful, as a final curtain call. But this is your reward, so I asked Peng Zhe to come and discuss it with you.”
Meng Wan glanced at Su Ping, then looked at Peng Zhe. "Then let's do as you say."
Su Ping nodded, as if she was certain that Meng Wan would agree, and returned to her seat.
Of the four, Peng Zhe reacted the most. He clasped his hands together in front of his chest, looking at Meng Wan with gratitude, "Sister Wan, you are my goddess!"
Meng Wan looked somewhat disgusted and silently turned back. Lan Xing curled her lip in disdain, then turned around and whispered in Meng Wan's ear.
"Are you really going to mass-produce it?"
Meng Wan nodded.
"Oh, by the way, take a look at this."
Lan Xing took out his phone, opened a video, and placed it in front of Meng Wan.
The screen first went black, then, as if a television had been turned on, a long, slender, fair hand with distinct knuckles and a simple guitar slowly appeared. The image froze, the guitar strings were gently plucked, and the melodious tune instantly captivated the viewer's emotions.
Comments kept scrolling by, some praising the artist, some praising the melody, and some saying it was just so-so, but overall, there were more positive reviews than negative ones.
About ten seconds later, a slightly deep human voice appeared. Accompanied by the melody, it was as if the person was being led by the other person, walking down the street on a rainy night, waltzing romantically in the rain.
The barrage of comments kept flying by, and in less than a day, it had already garnered nearly a million views!
"I recognized your voice as soon as I heard it. Looking at the number of views, you're definitely a hit. You gained 300,000 followers overnight. Amazing!"
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