“Yangyang.” Kang Weizhen called her daughter in a small voice, beckoning to her cutely. Completely different from how she looked earlier, now she just looked like a cute, excited school girl.

Sheng Yang hurriedly went up to her. It wasn't too bright and the others were focused on the stage, so not many people noticed.

At this time, the princ.i.p.al began to read the names of the people who scored first in each subject on the exam: “Mathematics, first place, Sheng Yang.”

Jiang Xinyi frowned and was very unhappy. Just like Kang Weizhen, this girl was also good at mathematics. She remembered that when they were in college, Kang Weizhen always scored full marks in Advanced Mathematics, several points higher than her.

Kang Weizhen gently nudged Sheng Yang. “Yangyang, go on stage.”

Sheng Yang hesitated. She wasn't very comfortable with the dress she was wearing because she felt it wasn't as convenient as the casual wear she usually wore, but she was OK with it.

Anyway, it was just a piece of cloth. Whether it was made of natural fibers, synthetic fibers, or man-made fibers, it didn't make much difference.

So she slowly stepped onto the stage and the audience was immediately in an uproar. Even the princ.i.p.al was a little stunned then jested: “Sheng Yang, you're dressed very nicely today.”

Since she appeared, Han Jingyu's gaze had followed her, and he felt as if something was slowly breaking apart in his heart. Even his brain was humming.

She had always been beautiful, so beautiful that she wasn't even like a mortal but a fairy. Today, she was even prettier than usual.

Her pretty little face was full of collagen but expressionless. Coupled with this dress that set off her beautiful figure, she looked both beautiful and adorable.

Sheng Yue stared at Han Jingyu and a twinge of sourness suddenly seized her, and her mouth tasted bitter.

“Come, Sheng Yang, this is the gold medal you won.” The princ.i.p.al solemnly put the gold medal into Sheng Yang's hands.

Sheng Yang weighed the medal in her hand and remained deadpan.

“What's wrong, Sheng Yang?”

“The gold content shouldn't be any more than 1.2%, right?”

The smile on the princ.i.p.al's face stiffened. The gold medals were awarded every year, but this was the first time someone asked this.

Because Sheng Yang was still wearing a microphone, the audience all heard her words and couldn't help but laugh.

Fang Duo in particular was almost rolling on the floor laughing. Yes, that's my Yangyang!

Kang Weizhen and Sheng You couldn't help but laugh too. Their daughter was really blunt, but that was exactly what made her cute.

The princ.i.p.al tried to alleviate his embarra.s.sment. “Sheng Yang, if you do well on the college entrance examination, I'll give you a high-percentage gold medal and I'll pay for it myself.”

Sheng Yang was still expressionless, but a resolute gleam flickered across her amber pupils. “Deal.”

Sheng Yang accepted the award and was about to step down from the stage when the princ.i.p.al held her arm and said, “Sheng Yang, wait a minute.”

He just wanted to save her trouble.

“OK.” So Sheng Yang stayed on stage. This was unprecedented in Yan City High School's history.

Then the princ.i.p.al announced, “First place in Chinese, Han Jingyu.”

Looking at Han Jingyu who was walking onto the stage, Jiang Xinyi smiled. She heard Yueyue mentioning this boy and had looked into his background. He got first place on every exam, was good-looking, and seemed to have a good personality. Most importantly, he was the only grandson of the Han Family which was said to have some connections in the government.

She created such a high starting point for her daughter. She hoped that Sheng Yue would use this as a springboard and make good use of her resources.