The school flower voting competition on the forum lasts for one week.
Today is the final day.
In Class L, Luuo Yunqi has lost count of how many times she has put down her pen. A growing feeling of restlessness consumes her, making her feel like she’s burning up.
Half a class period has passed, and not even a single word is written on her test paper.
Her deskmate glanced sideways at her and asked with concern, "What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? I can go with you to the nurse’s office to check."
Luuo Yunqi took a deep breath and turned her head with a faint smile. "I’m fine," she said.
"Oh, okay then." Her deskmate didn’t press further and went back to working on the test. This text is hosted at NoveIＦire.net
Luuo Yunqi looked around the classroom. Even in Class L, where grades were often at the bottom, no one was slacking off during self-study. Everyone was focused on their studies.
She secretly reached into her backpack, pulled out her phone, and logged into the forum.
On the homepage, a pinned post in bold red font stood out—it was the banner for the school flower competition. The contest was set to end at noon today.
Currently, Luuo Yunqi was in the lead in votes.
However, Shen You’an was trailing right behind, her vote count tightly biting at Yunqi’s heels.
Meanwhile, Qin Xiangge and Xiao Ling had long been left far behind, completely losing any chance of competing.
Luuo Yunqi stared at Shen You’an’s profile picture, a wave of anxiety building within her.
She glanced at the clock on her phone screen: 11:25 AM.
There were only thirty-five minutes left until noon.
As the seconds ticked by, Shen You’an’s vote count soared at an exponential rate, while hers remained stagnant.
Luuo Yunqi’s pupils contracted sharply as her fingers tightened around her phone.
There was something blatantly wrong with Shen You’an’s numbers—she was clearly buying votes.
Luuo Yunqi wasn’t as indifferent about the school flower title as she claimed to Xiao Ling. On the contrary, she cared deeply.
If she lost to Qin Xiangge, she could accept it.
But losing to Shen You’an? That she could not tolerate.
After deliberating for a moment, she opened the private message interface of a particular ID on the forum and sent a message.
Class A’s final self-study period. The only sounds were the rustling of pens and the soft flipping of pages.
Each student was fully engrossed in their work.
Except for Leng Yunyang in the back row, who lounged as he simultaneously fiddled with his phone and a tablet with its screen brightly lit—both hands working in tandem.
His blatant disregard for decorum was enough to leave others speechless.
Gao Yuyue finished writing an answer, put down her pen, and exhaled in relief.
Suddenly realizing something, she stealthily pulled out her phone, opened the forum, and checked the competition. A satisfied smile appeared on her face.
She opened WeChat and posted a message in a group chat: Only ten minutes left, everyone, thank you for your effort!
The group instantly became lively.
—Xiao Yu rarely asks for anything. Since she’s spoken up this time, we have to ensure her wish comes true.
—I saw Shen You’an from afar recently. Her elegance was on another level. Forget those "Cen Girls"; I don’t understand how Director Cen chooses them.
—Such a classy goddess, and she’s also a top student? Totally obsessed!
—No worries, this year’s school flower title is definitely hers.
Gao Yuyue sent out a red envelope, and it was instantly snatched up.
Most of the people in this group chat were upperclassmen from sophomore and junior years. Many of them had grown up with Gao Yuyue and shared similar family backgrounds, forming close relationships.
The school flower voting wasn’t limited to just freshmen; sophomores and juniors could also participate. As long as you could mobilize votes, it counted as skill.
So Gao Yuyue created a group chat, where everyone had multiple alternate accounts, using them in different ways to vote.
The results had been remarkable—Shen You’an’s votes were quickly catching up to Luuo Yunqi’s.
But in the final few minutes, Gao Yuyue noticed an abrupt surge in Luuo Yunqi’s stagnant vote count. It was now rising rapidly.
Her expression darkened instantly.
Someone in the chat commented—Damn, that Luuo girl must be buying votes too. No way her numbers are climbing so fast.
Shen You’an, seemingly oblivious to the intense drama surrounding her on the forum, continued diligently solving problems. Even if the sky were falling, it wouldn’t faze her.
Meanwhile, the young man smirked coldly, his fingers dancing rapidly over the wireless keyboard in front of his tablet. The speed of his typing was almost mesmerizing.
Trying to challenge me? Still too inexperienced.
His peach blossom eyes, usually brimming with warmth, were now icy, carrying a sinister and alluring charm.
Luuo Yunqi finally exhaled in relief as she closed her phone two minutes before the deadline.
The battle was decided. There was no need to check further.
At noon sharp, the bell signaling the end of class rang.
Students in Class L put down their pens and stretched their stiff necks, each rushing to the cafeteria as though starved.
The mental strain from studying required immediate replenishment with food.
Xiao Ling walked over to Luuo Yunqi’s side. "Yunqi, let’s go eat."
Luuo Yunqi closed her book and stood up with her phone in hand. "Okay."
On the way to the cafeteria, Xiao Ling seemed to suddenly remember something. "Oh, by the way, isn’t that school flower competition ending today at noon?"