Do you know how popular Shen You’an’s gold-framed glasses are at Lanya High School now? Even those who aren’t nearsighted have to keep a pair handy.
Her once stifling bangs were brushed back, revealing a broad, immaculate forehead, as if unlocking a seal. The bright sunlight dispersed the dark clouds, illuminating her entirely like a radiant pearl, shining brilliantly.
The solitary figure who always wandered alone had, at some point, gained a persistent little shadow she couldn’t shake off. That shadow was none other than Gao Yuyue, a girl born into privilege, proud and graceful like a swan since childhood. Many couldn’t understand why Gao Yuyue had suddenly changed, clinging to Shen You’an every day. Regardless, Shen You’an finally had someone at her side.
No one could forget the moment, in the grand auditorium, when she stood up to respond to Mrs. Liu. Her composed and unyielding demeanor, paired with a courage that defied authority, left a lasting impression.
They knew Shen You’an had offended Mrs. Liu. The divide in class meant their perspectives sharply differed. They might ridicule her as arrogant and self-delusional, yet they were irrevocably captivated by the glow she exuded that day.
It was a type of admiration and envy that transcended class and status—a genuine and instinctive appreciation.
Shen You’an was no longer the Shen You’an of the past.
She was bold, carefree, and unrestrained, like sunlight, like morning dew.
Radiant, vivid, free like the wind.
Suddenly, they realized they’d already forgotten how Shen You’an used to be. That former version of her had dissolved into the flood of time like a wisp of smoke.
Now standing before them was Shen You’an, dazzling and resplendent.
The junior high beauties Qin Xiangge, Luuo Yunqi, and Xiao Ling—all paled in comparison to her.
And in truth, their defeat was not unjust.
After all, Shen You’an outmatched them not just in appearance and charisma, but even in intelligence—combine the three of them, and they still couldn’t catch up.
At Lanya High School—the best school in Qingzhou, a leading institution nationwide—its "school beauty" had to be someone truly exceptional. Shen You’an alone deserved that crown.
Luuo Yunqi could repeatedly claim she didn’t care about the title, but watching her friends stand up for her and question Shen You’an spoke volumes—it was nothing less than the bitterness of losing.
Shen You’an had said it perfectly—others manipulating votes had nothing to do with her. If anything, it proved her popularity, her numerous supporters.
When Shen You’an said she didn’t like the "school beauty" title, everyone truly believed her. Looking back at her words and actions over the years—straightforward, uninhibited, daring enough to verbally challenge even Mrs. Liu—it seemed there was no reason for her to lie.
But as for Luuo Yunqi, her pretentious tone and constant posturing felt anything but genuine.
Their admiration for her was based solely on her title as "Cen Lady," yet to this day, no one had seen her perform. Everything surrounding her remained as unsubstantial as castles in the air.
Her grades were another matter—she was nearly falling out of L-Class. She didn’t even deserve to hold Shen You’an’s shoes.
If anyone were least qualified for the title of "school beauty," it was Luuo Yunqi.
Feeling the scrutinizing stares from all around, Luuo Yunqi clenched her teeth tightly, her face darkening.
She knew she had made a critical misstep today.
Not only had she failed to bring down Shen You’an, but she had also placed herself under fire.
She’d only entered high school recently, with no foundation to her name here. Her classmates were unfamiliar with her, whereas Shen You’an, reigning at the top spot for years, had subtly influenced everyone around her. One casual remark from her could easily ignite doubt among the crowd.
Even if Luuo Yunqi presented hard evidence of Shen You’an rigging votes, these people wouldn’t care.
Inside, Luuo Yunqi felt an urgent panic. She had been far too hasty.
As the spectators gradually dispersed, Luuo Yunqi raised her head and noticed a familiar, tall figure on the outskirts of the crowd. She couldn’t tell how long he had been watching.
Luuo Yunqi’s heart sank. That indifferent gaze scraped mercilessly across her face, leaving a stinging pain she could almost feel on her skin. Even the fine hairs on her body seemed to curl slightly in response.
His indifferent gaze shifted away as he carried his tray and walked further off.
Luuo Yunqi initially thought she had already hit the most humiliating moment of her life, but little did she know, worse was still to come.
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A magnetic, crisp male voice suddenly emerged, carrying an alluring laziness that easily plunged the previously calming atmosphere back into tension.
Instinctively, everyone turned toward the source of the voice.
The boy was seated at a corner table. His tray was nearly empty, and he was calmly wiping his slender fingers with an immaculate white handkerchief.
His gaze was slightly lowered, with long, dense lashes resting quietly. Aristocratic and strikingly handsome—although the mischievous smirk at the corner of his lips added a touch of roguish charm.
Only now did everyone realize that amidst the argument earlier, Young Master Leng had been sitting nearby, eating and listening in quietly.
Now that his meal was finished and the commotion was fading, this young master decided he had enough.
Wait—what did he say?
Opposite him, Leng Xuexi helplessly pressed his forehead, dragging his tray further away.
Shen You’an paused mid-step, tray in hand. Oh great, this guy thought things weren’t chaotic enough already.
Luuo Yunqi shifted her attention toward Leng Yunyang. His lips were thin—a feature she’d read in face-reading books that indicated a cold and detached nature.
In this school, Leng Yunyang was undoubtedly the one person not to be trifled with.
Suddenly, Luuo Yunqi clenched her fists in tension, her breathing becoming rapid.
Was he standing up for Shen You’an?