Highest Grade
Zhao Tong crossed her arms and rolled her eyes. “Even so, he must be a small-time celebrity. I haven’t even seen him before. He must be one who isn’t popular.”
“Mm, he looks like he is quite rich.”
Zhao Tong said, “So what? I doubt he’s anyone special. Hehe, birds of the same feather flock together. How can Wen Qiao possibly know any rich people?”
“Isn’t Lu Youyou quite rich?”
Zhao Tong’s eyes were rolling non-stop. “That’s because Lu Youyou allows herself to wallow in degeneration.”
With that, Lu Youyou grabbed a bunch of her hair. “Who the f*ck are you saying is wallowing in degeneration?”
Zhao Tong put up a hard struggle. “Lu Youyou, how can you be so uncouth? You don’t look like someone who learns the arts at all.”
“I don’t look like someone who learns art? Do you think you look like one who does when you’re always talking sarcastically all the time? I’m warning you, say one more bad thing about Wen Qiao and I’ll really beat you up.”
The others quickly tried to salvage the situation, “Alright, alright, let’s not quarrel anymore.”
At the side of the stage, Fu Nanli patted Wen Qiao’s head. “You played well.”
Wen Jianmin said words of encouragement to Xu Lu, and now there was someone who said these things to her as well. Wen Qiao was only a 19-year-old girl and no matter how cool she looked on the outside, her heart would still be touched.
When someone was seriously good to her like this, she’d feel like crying as well. Her heart was filled up to the brim and she pursed her lips to smile as she looked at him. “Thank you.”
“I’ll wait for you in the car at the school’s entrance. Come over after things are finished here.”
“Alright.”
With that, Wen Qiao took the bouquet and returned to the side of the stage, throwing a challenging glance at Xu Lu.
There’s someone who gives me flowers. I no longer need Wen Jianmin’s flowers.
Xu Lu’s countenance didn’t look good. She watched as Wen Qiao passed by her and walked towards backstage.
Those from rich families would be influenced by their environment. Xu Lu felt that the guy had a dignified disposition. It must be just his superficial appearance.
How could Wen Qiao possibly know someone rich?
Zhuang Yan’s countenance was very dark as well. His gaze was locked on Wen Qiao.
After Wen Qiao and Lu Youyou left, Xu Lu tugged at Zhao Tong and asked softly, “Should I go talk to Wen Qiao to persuade her? Could she like the guy for his money?”
Zhao Tong stroked her neck. “A small celebrity who isn’t popular shouldn’t have much money, right?”
“But he’d still be richer than Wen Qiao is.”
Zhao Tong opened her eyes wide. “Are small celebrities who aren’t popular also able to keep someone who’s going to be a female university student? This is really wild!”
Meanwhile, backstage, Wen Qiao’s rating came out ten minutes later. The teacher held onto a card and smiled, looking at Wen Qiao, “Guess how you went?”
Wen Qiao looked at the teacher confidently. “I felt that I played very well. I should be able to get an S grade.”
A stifled laugh broke out, unconcealed from Miss Zhao Tong. Hardly considered a whisper, her voice rang out, “The sun outside is still so high up, yet she’s already dreaming. Our Lulu is only at A grade, yet she’s having the wishful thinking of getting an S grade. It’s really such a joke.”
The teacher showed the card and smiled, saying, “Wen Qiao, you’ve guessed it right. It really is an S grade.”
Wen Qiao felt as if a huge burden had been taken off from her. She took the card. “Thank you, teacher.”
The teacher patted her head. “Teacher always had high expectations for you. We’ll be relying on you to revive traditional music.”
Wen Qiao nodded. “I won’t let Teacher down.”
After the teacher left, Zhao Tong walked up to Wen Qiao and snatched the card from her hand. “Is this for real? You’re able to get S-Class from that busker’s art? This is such a big joke!”
Wen Qiao held Lu Youyou back and sat down, leaning by the table. She looked sluggishly at the group of girls who refused to believe that she had gotten an S grade, her gaze contemptuous.
Zhao Tong opened it up and took a look. A massive ‘S Grade’ appeared before her eyes. Moreover, all three judges had given the S grade rating in unison.
H-How was this even possible?
Xu Lu clutched onto her dress tightly, biting the corners of her lips lightly. How… how could it be?
To think that Wen Qiao’s rating was higher than hers. This… wasn’t fair.
“There must be some kind of shady deal!” Zhao Tong pointed at Wen Qiao’s nose and spat out in rage.