"Sheng Yue, congratulations! You're hosting this year's school celebration again." A middle-aged teacher with glasses congratulated Sheng Yue sincerely.
"Thank you, Mr. Gong," Sheng Yue said with a smile.
At the same time, a taut string in her mind finally relaxed.
There was still time. The battle between her and Sheng Yang wouldn't end soon; it would be a back-and-forth battle. She'd like to see who would have the last laugh.
As soon as she returned to her class, the students who had been paying close attention to her all gathered around her.
"Sheng Yue, Sheng Yue! What did Mr. Gong talk to you about? Did he ask you to be the host of the school celebration?"
"Eh." Sheng Yue cupped her chin with her hand, looking a little worried. "Now, I'll be busy writing my speech for the celebration and won't have much time to study. What a bother."
