Chapter 153: A Sleazy Move By The School

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Notifications popped up on the cell phone.

“G.o.d G, the designer a.s.sociation heard that we are going to release the ‘Twelve Legends of Vientiane’ series of clothing at the end of the year. Would you like to partic.i.p.ate in the designer compet.i.tion at the year end?”

Gu Mang replied curtly, “Not partic.i.p.ating.”

It took a few seconds for a response to come back. “Okay.”

It was quite a pity that the big boss wasn’t going to partic.i.p.ate, but then again, because the big boss was in such a unique position she had no need to prove herself with those awards.

In the evening, it was Zhou Nan’s turn to clean the dorm, so everyone got in bed early.

When cleaning up the wastebasket, Zhou Nan saw a ball of paper inside. The quality of the paper seemed very good. She bent down, picked it up, and unraveled it.

Seeing the design, she stared blankly at it. Who drew this?

…

During Monday’s morning reading session, Xi Yan came in with the cla.s.s logbook and stood at the lectern.

“Some announcements.” She opened the logbook. “For the New Year’s Party this year, we will be jointly holding the event together with the experimental high school next door.”

Lu Yang sat upright in an instant.

“Huh? Event hosted with the experimental middle school next door? I didn’t hear wrong, did I?” he asked.

Xi Yan nodded. “No, you didn’t.”

Lu Yang frowned fiercely as he said bitterly, “Won’t we be serving ourselves up for humiliation?”

“Yeah, teacher, we don’t get along with the experimental high school. In the past few years, Ming City’s top scorer for arts and sciences all came from their school. How can we be compared with them?” Just because they got bad grades didn’t mean that they were stupid. If their school was lousier than the other, it would be embarra.s.sing for them too.

It had also been proven that heavily pressuring people would not force them to achieve higher. At least not when it came to math problems. Their grades were too embarra.s.sing. They really didn’t want to lose face.

A girl said cruelly, “Besides, the experimental middle school’s art students are better than ours. So is their modeling club, their dance club, and their theater troupe. The New Year’s party is just an art compet.i.tion.”

“What’s wrong with the school? Why would they decide to jointly hold this event with the experimental middle school next door?” said a boy.

Although they had always said that Ming City High School was trash, no one else was allowed to call them that, especially students from the experimental high school. Wouldn’t it be great if everyone just minded their own business?

Where would they hide their faces when they lost out to them at the New Year’s Day party?

Xi Yan grasped the lectern with both hands. “I have already made objections to it, but the school decided to go ahead with it. Students are to use the physical education and recess periods to rehea.r.s.e.”

This meant they had no choice but to prepare for the New Year’s Day celebration.

Everyone looked worried.

“Don’t be so sad.” Xi Yan smiled and looked at the last row. “Our cla.s.s still has Gu Mang, right?”

Instantly, all eyes fell on Gu Mang.

She propped up her face lazily. Hearing Xi Yan’s words, her black, bright eyes looked up with a cold expression on her face, looking cool and swag.

Fatty turned around and said in a lowered voice, “Is she intending to let Sister Mang win honor for the school?”

Sister Mang, the great ch.o.r.eographer!

Lu Yang looked at Gu Mang who was sitting like a boss. “Sister Mang is not going to dance alone, is she?”

“Gu Mang, the school has arranged that we work together with Cla.s.s One. You pick a few people from the two cla.s.ses and teach them to dance,” said Xi Yan.

Upon hearing this, the cla.s.s reacted even more intensely than before.

Qin Yaozhi’s eyes lit up. Now Gu Mang could teach her to dance!

Fatty spat out curses, “F*ck! What a sleazy move! Not only does the school want us to host the compet.i.tion with the school next door, it wants us to work together with Cla.s.s One?!”

Chu Yao was speechless. “Teacher, have you forgotten our grudge with Cla.s.s One?”

Xi Yan repeated what she said. “I did object to it, but it didn’t work.”

The cla.s.s fell into an odd silence.