A few days later,
Shen Yue and An Xiulan were sitting under the big tree in the old playground studying Chinese literature when they saw their classmates coming their way with a huge banner. Some were dancing and some were hooting.
In short, it was a joyous event.
"You won the campus belle contest, "Shen Yue smiled as she looked at her friend.
"Oh," An Xiulan reacted rather blandly.
"Xiuxiu, congratulations!" Qiao Wei, Mona and Song Ci hugged their friend. "You are the pride of our class!"
Everyone was congratulating her and clicking pictures with her while she was still oblivious to the intensity of the matter.
She won, just like that?
Well, she won something she had no desire to. Bit it still felt good to win.
"You are so charismatic. You can be Miss China," A boy said shyly as he looked at her and passed her a beautiful bouquet.
Everyone showered praises on her but An Xiulan's clock was stuck on Miss China.
