"The photos everyone took yesterday have been uploaded to the official website, and the voting channel is now open. You can vote for yourselves."
"Teacher, what's the reward for first place this time?"
"Several new awards have been added this time: the Most Creative Award, the Unique Award, and the Most Popular Award. There is no first place anymore, so there will be more chances to win. Students who win awards will receive some basic prizes and will also have the opportunity to collaborate with W·P. Students who are interested in this should pay more attention."
"W.P?" There was a stir in the class. "I should have paid more attention! How come the school hid it so well!"
"I guess they're afraid people will use cheats."
"Is it too late for me to start campaigning now?"
"Don't you have any self-awareness or sense of aesthetics when it comes to your clothing?"
Who in our class do you think has a chance?
"It must be Su Ping again."
"Isn't there a Best Creative Award? What if it's me?"
As soon as Peng Zhe spoke, the people around him who were still discussing immediately looked at him with disdain. They didn't say a word, but it was as if they had said everything. Peng Zhe touched his nose and looked at Meng Wan with some grievance. The latter sighed and tossed him a piece of candy.
"I think it might be Sister Wan. I quite like hers. If W·P releases a limited edition, I'd like to get one. No, I have to vote for Sister Wan right away."
"I thought so too. It looks really good. Putting everything else aside, Sister Wan's painting skills are terrible, but her aesthetic sense is truly unmatched."
“My family has worked with W·P before. They have a really good eye and are very particular about the materials used in their clothing. My mom spent a lot of money to meet their requirements.”
"You can't catch a wolf without risking your cub. Your family can cooperate, but I heard from others that the Yu family went to cooperate with them five or six times and couldn't even get through the gate."
"Can the Yu family compare to our family?"
"My dad's been looking for new fabric lately. Do you have any news on that?"
"Alright, I'll keep an eye out for you."
Therefore, having one more partner is always better than having one more enemy. Intelligence sharing is sometimes the key to a win-win situation. What they value isn't the award, but the cooperation itself.
"Teacher." A sweet, delicate voice rang out amidst the lively discussion, but unfortunately, the classroom was too noisy, and Tang Zhiyi's voice was drowned out. Helpless, she could only raise her hand.
"Tang Zhiyi, is there a problem?"
The group stopped their discussion and began to look at her in twos and threes.
"Teacher, I'm a new transfer student, can I still participate?"
Fang Liang frowned. "The school uniforms should have been sent to every student yesterday, and the relevant activity information has also been sent out. Didn't you see it?"
Tang Zhiyi's face flushed red and then paled. She knew perfectly well what was going on, but she simply didn't want to participate. She considered the activity too childish and unbecoming of her status, and had no intention of participating whatsoever. Besides, on her first day at a new school, why would she wear a plain white t-shirt instead of a high-fashion dress?
The real reason couldn't be revealed, and Tang Zhiyi kept complaining in her heart that Fang Liang hadn't given her face, but her face still showed a wronged expression.
"I...I didn't notice, my housekeeper tidied it up for me..."
Meng Wan knew she was lying, of course. Aunt Liu was always meticulous. Even if the school uniforms were organized at Tang Zhiyi's behest, she would definitely have organized them and informed her, let alone since it was a notice issued by the school.
"The photos were uploaded yesterday. If you want to participate, you'll have to wait until next semester. I'll repeat it again in case you don't understand: remember to wear your school uniform tomorrow." Fang Liang was always businesslike and didn't know anything about tact.
Having served for many years, he had seen all kinds of students. He was too lazy to expose Tang Zhiyi's little trick, but he still had to give her a warning first.
Lan Xing laughed out loud, without any attempt to hide it, and laughter rose and fell around him.
Tang Zhiyi's face flushed red, and she sat back down with her head down. She clutched the hem of her skirt tightly, her eyes filled with humiliation and resentment. Sun Lu saw this and glanced at Meng Wan with a complicated expression.
When Meng Wan and Sun Lu met eyes, Sun Lu hesitated, but Meng Wan's ambiguous smile chilled her to the bone.
"Alright, everyone, get ready for class."
"Thank you, teacher."
The bell rang, finally ending the class meeting, but the discussion continued. Groups of two or three gathered, discussing which brand had released a new model, where they had gone on summer vacation, and some complaining that their families had given them experience working at a small company.
Tang Zhiyi felt like an outsider, unable to fit in, and no one talked to her. On the contrary, Meng Wan, the "fake heiress," was still surrounded by a lot of people.
"Hey, Blue Star, how's your tavern doing?"
"My family just received a new batch of wine, would you like to consider it?"
"I don't want anything of poor quality."
"Knowing your taste, would I give you something inferior?"
"Wanwan, can you buy the things I asked you to buy before?"
"Yes, yes, and mine too."
Several people rushed to Meng Wan in an instant. They could handle ordinary things themselves, but Meng Wan always seemed to be able to get their hands on some unusual gadgets that they didn't usually see. So every time they had a holiday, they would ask Meng Wan to bring them some trinkets.
This time, naturally, is no exception.
"How could you forget this? Don't worry, I brought it. But I left it with Yan Nian; I'll have someone bring it over later."
"Hey Miss Meng, you really think of me as just a tool? You only remember me when you want a gift." As soon as Meng Wan finished speaking, a boy dressed in a simple white suit and washed jeans appeared at the classroom door, dragging a suitcase.
The boy had sharp features and a fair complexion. When he wasn't smiling, he had a maturity that was beyond his years, but when he smiled, he had a roguish charm that instantly attracted everyone's attention, including Tang Zhiyi.
The Meng family has four boys, and even the youngest, Meng Zhiyao, has noticeably superior features. Tang Zhiyi naturally compares them to the other boys without realizing it, and for a long time, the three Meng family members were the objects of her boasting.
At No. 1 High School, she was an unattainable beauty, largely because the other boys couldn't compare to the Meng family's children in looks, and she looked down on them even for their ordinary backgrounds. This time, she compared Yan Nian with the three members of the Meng family again, and this time, Yan Nian won.
She sized up Yan Nian, but frowned when she saw his simple attire, a hint of disdain flashing in her eyes.
"So he was just a errand boy." Tang Zhiyi curled her lips when she saw the familiar yet unpleasant suitcase. Although he wasn't good enough for her, she could still snatch him away from Meng Wan...
Tang Zhiyi had created a beautiful world in her mind, unaware that Yan Nian's Louis Vuitton jeans cost tens of thousands of yuan, not to mention his shoes and accessories, the total price of which could buy a house in the suburbs of a first-tier city.
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