Chapter 9: overbearing

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"The first place in this competition." The host paused, "Meng Ting, classmate, 142 points."

Meng Ting stood up.

She also did not expect to be successful.

Her heartbeat is a bit fast, eight thousand yuan...

He Junming below was also confused: "Fuck... I won?"

Fang Tan and He Han were also stunned.

He Junming: "She is so powerful, oh my god."

Jiang Ren smiled for unknown reasons.

He Han said, "Brother Ninja, where are you going?"

Jiang Ren didn't answer his words and walked out.

The organizer was very simple and neat, let the top three on the spot receive the award. Everyone got the corresponding certificate and a bank card.

Lu Yue stood beside Meng Ting, her face not very pretty.

She had won first place for several years. She thought it would be the best this year, but Meng Ting won it.

It is also the problem of Lu Yue's mentality. Her thoughts are all on Jiang Ren, and she is careless in reading. In previous years, she was able to get 140 points on the test, but this year is only 136. At the end of the day, her mind is very obvious.

When she took the stage, Lu Yue had adjusted her expression, and smiled and heard to Meng: "Congratulations, schoolgirl."

Meng Ting is not good at talking politely, so he said softly, "Thank you, and congratulations to Senior Sister Lu Yue."

Lu Yue sneered in her heart, didn't she just get the first place? Meng Ting has seen a lot of people like this since she was a child. She is poor and plain, like dust, and has nothing to do with her grades.

As for Lu Yue, she is beautiful and well-off. Good grades are just the icing on the cake. What she has, Meng Ting will never get.

The only thing that embarrassed her was that she told them to show them first in front of Jiang Ren, but now she became second.

After the photographer took a group photo, the students went home. Most parents are comforting failed children and then walk out of the art gallery together.

Meng Ting walked at the back.

She was still carrying a light blue school bag, and it was already noon, and the sun was shining brightly.

The sunlight hung high, and she couldn't help lowering her eyes, putting her hand gently on her forehead. Countless colorful balloons hung outside to celebrate the arrival of Thanksgiving.

A slender and powerful hand appeared in front of her.

The boy also wore black leather gloves. He held a pink ice cream: "Meng Ting."

She was startled and raised her eyes to look at him.

He smiled: "Look at what I do, hold it."

Meng Ting didn't like to see him and didn't want to pick him up. She looked at her toes: "Can I not take it?"

"Try another sentence."

He is fierce.

Meng Ting couldn't help but reached out and took it.

Such exquisite ice cream was not popular in China that year. When her mother died when she grew up, she never bought any snacks. Time is long. In her memory, ice cream is always in a bag, either for one dollar or fifty cents.

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