Everyone saw Xing Wu casually pick up the paper he had torn from the notebook. It clearly showed the scene from five minutes ago when Pang Hu stood up to sing – the surrounding classmates, the bonfire, and Pang Hu’s enchanted expression were all sketched out. The almost manga-like lighting effects made Pang Hu appear incredibly majestic!

This drawing was completed in just five minutes.

Qing Ye exclaimed in shock, “You can do speed sketching?”

Xing Wu just tugged at the corner of his mouth, “What speed sketching? It’s just drawing.”

Pang Hu was beaming with joy and leaned over to ask Xing Wu, “Brother Wu, can you g-give it to me?”

Xing Wu tossed the paper at Pang Hu, who became so excited he examined it carefully like a treasure, saying he would frame it when he got back.

It was Jin Zhong’s turn again. They seemed to have run out of real talents and started copying An Zhong’s nonsensical abilities. A tall girl with long arms and legs stood up and tried to touch her nose by wrapping her right arm around the back of her head.

Pang Hu snorted, “What kind of w-weird thing is that?”

Then he tried it himself but could only reach his ear.

Xing Wu turned to Qing Ye, “Why don’t you find some bizarre math problem and perform live problem-solving?”

Qing Ye opened her jacket and said to him, “That won’t work. The competition hasn’t started tomorrow yet. Can’t reveal my abilities.”

Xing Wu’s lips curled up as he watched her take off her jacket. Underneath she wore a black high-necked fitted knit sweater with black skinny pants and combat boots, her beautiful figure visible.

Everyone watched as Qing Ye walked to the edge of the arena, casually brushing up her hair and tying her long hair back with the black hair tie on her wrist. The firelight danced on her fair skin, her alluring figure paired with her delicate face quickly drawing everyone’s attention.

Xiao Ling Tong asked Xing Wu, “What’s Qing Ye going to do?”

Xing Wu shrugged, indicating he didn’t know.

Then they saw Qing Ye suddenly raise both hands, her figure long and graceful in the firelight. She suddenly stepped forward with her left foot, bent back, and did a handstand with a split, directly bridging forward. As her right leg landed, her left leg extended forward again, her weight continuing to shift forward, her waist flexible and slender. She split in the air, landed with pointed toes, and continuously performed three forward walkovers. Her beautifully fluid movements had the surrounding male students whooping wildly.

Finally, Qing Ye landed steadily, turned around, and struck a standard ending pose.

The An Zhong boys cheered passionately: “Qing Ye, Qing Ye, Qing Ye…”

As Qing Ye finished and walked back, many Jin Zhong boys who had learned her name also called out to her: “Qing Ye, look over here, over here!”

Qing Ye turned her head and saw someone pointing a camera at her, so she flashed a perfect smile. The Jin Zhong boys immediately erupted in cheers.

She walked back and sat beside Xing Wu, who said with an ambiguous smile, “You can dance?”

Qing Ye replied, slightly out of breath, “I studied Chinese dance but didn’t master it. I only know some basic moves to impress people.”

Xing Wu recalled her flexible movements and suddenly found he couldn’t bear to hear her breathless voice anymore. Damn!

He raised his eyebrows and lifted his chin, “Seems like your casual showing off has already caused massive casualties.”

Qing Ye heard a hint of sourness in his words. She held back a laugh and glanced at him, bumping against him and whispering, “I’m yours.”

These words made Xing Wu turn to stare at her. Though his expression was blank, Qing Ye saw in his eyes a whirlpool she had never seen before, carrying an unstoppable force and burning magic that made her heart instantly surrender. Her body trembled slightly. She thought she must be crazy – could Xing Wu’s mere glance now make her whole body weak? Was spring coming? Too scary.

The atmosphere had reached such a high that even the usually reserved and shy Shi Min went all out today, reciting an extremely difficult tongue twister that left everyone in awe. Qing Ye had no idea her speaking skills were so good. If she could overcome her shy personality, she might become a top tour guide in the future.

When it was Fang Lei’s turn, she took out a coin to perform magic. For fairness, she needed a Jin Zhong student to assist her. Many people raised their hands willing to help, and she shamelessly chose Wei Dong.

Qing Ye couldn’t understand what magic trick she performed, only seeing her constantly touching Wei Dong’s hands, making him very embarrassed and smiling shyly.

After a round of battles, the Jin Zhong students started making noise. Qing Ye didn’t know what they were excited about until she heard the music suddenly get louder, the bonfire leaps higher, and the whole atmosphere became more energetic.

Fang Lei turned to tell Shi Min and Qing Ye, “They’re talking about the bonfire dance. Quick, find a boy partner first.”

Shi Min said anxiously, “But I don’t know how to dance!”

“It’s very simple, just follow along. Whatever you do, don’t end up alone.”

In this situation with uneven numbers of boys and girls, being left out would be embarrassing.

Fang Lei had already set her sights on Wei Dong, while Shi Min looked around anxiously, completely at a loss for what to do.

Qing Ye turned to look at Xing Wu. He had heard Fang Lei’s words and turned his head, lips curling slightly: “What? Trying to hook up with me?”

Qing Ye suppressed a smile: “Do I need to hook up? Do you think I’ll be left alone?”

Xing Wu lowered his eyes and nodded with a half-smile: “Fine, then we’ll each do our own thing.”

Qing Ye’s eyes flashed: “How about this – let’s make a bet. Whoever pairs up first, the other person has to do one thing they ask, no conditions.”

Xing Wu raised his eyebrows and glanced at her: “Pretty confident, aren’t you?”

Qing Ye immediately straightened up, raised her hand to remove her hair tie, and instantly her soft, slightly curled long hair fell, looking stunning in the firelight. She smiled provocatively at him, the hint of a dimple at her lips exuding charm.

Xing Wu narrowed his eyes with a crooked smile: “Planning to use your beauty as a weapon?”

Qing Ye shook her hair and gave a mysterious smile: “A bet’s a bet!”

Xing Wu looked at the blazing bonfire with an almost smile. An An Zhong girl had already walked into the arena, first introducing the history and background of the bonfire dance, then explaining the format of their upcoming dance. When the music changed, everyone could freely find suitable partners and enter the arena to dance around the bonfire. Boys and girls would face each other, change two moves, then the girls would stay still while all the boys moved one position to the right to exchange partners.

In these passionate years, such group activities were undoubtedly the most anticipated moments for young men and women, especially with many unfamiliar peers present. Those about to face graduation and separation were particularly eager to use this opportunity to invite someone they admired. The air was filled with excitement and anticipation.

When the bonfire dance music started, the first to rush out from their side were Xiao Ling Tong and Shi Min, who disappeared instantly. Most others remained seated, observing.

The gentleman beside Qing Ye directly assumed a half-lying position with his hands behind him, looking casual and unruly. But unexpectedly, a girl walked straight up to him, stood in front of Xing Wu, and said nervously with a red face, “Xing Wu, um… can I join you?”

“…”

For two seconds, the air froze. Qing Ye turned her head in disbelief at this scene, while on the other side, Pang Hu exploded because the girl standing in front of Xing Wu was the school beauty they had been talking about all afternoon.

Following Pang Hu’s shout: “Holy shit, you’re Jin Zhong’s school b-beauty Tan Miao, right?” the An Zhong boys all came over to watch intensely.

The school beauty shyly tucked her hair behind her ear, her round face lowered as she smiled at Xing Wu.

Seeing that the school beauty had been inviting him for so long and Xing Wu hadn’t moved at all, Pang Hu anxiously pulled him up and urged, “Damn, Brother Wu, here’s your ch-chance, take it!”

Qing Ye’s brows furrowed into a “川” shape. Xing Wu got up lazily and glanced at her, pausing as he passed by her side to say, “Really don’t want to hook up with me? You still have a chance.”

“Hmph!” Qing Ye turned her head away proudly.

Then Xing Wu was pushed out by the group of boys, walking to the center with his hands in his pockets. The girl was quite petite, only reaching his chest, and stayed close to him, looking up at him admiringly.

Qing Ye blew her bangs in annoyance when suddenly a hand appeared in front of her. She looked up to see Ye Ying Jian, whose hairstyle even a level eight typhoon couldn’t disturb, standing before her. His left hand behind his back, he bent slightly and extended his right hand to her, saying very gentlemanly, “Classmate Qing Ye, may I ask you to be my dance partner?”

Qing Ye’s eyes immediately widened: “Are we that close? Why are you asking me? If you’re going to ask, couldn’t you walk faster? Is it that hard to walk these few steps?”

“???” Ye Ying Jian froze, looking completely bewildered.

Qing Ye slapped his palm to help herself up, walking toward the center with full swagger. Somehow her fingertips ended up on Ye Ying Jian’s hand, and him supporting her looked exactly like Little Jian Zi escorting the Old Buddha into the arena.

After Xing Wu and Qing Ye left, a space opened up between Pang Hu and Shi Min. They looked at each other awkwardly. Pang Hu scratched his head and stammered, “Well th-then, shall we go t-together?”

Shi Min nodded slightly nervously, so Pang Hu stood up and pulled her up. Although they saw each other every day after school and were classmates who were relatively familiar with each other, they inevitably felt somewhat unnatural in this atmosphere. After walking into the center and standing face to face, they both felt too embarrassed to look at each other.

Qing Ye’s gaze swept to the right. Xing Wu was five or six couples away from her. Even among a group of boys, even with his expression so casual, that undisguisable sharp aura still made Qing Ye spot him instantly.

At this moment, the school beauty was leaning forward, smiling as she talked to him. Xing Wu lowered his eyes to look at the ground. They were too far apart for Qing Ye to see his expression clearly; she could only see the school beauty’s infatuated look.

She looked away speechlessly toward the sky, but Ye Ying Jian standing opposite her suddenly became excited: “Qing Ye, how can you roll your eyes at me? Do you hate me that much?”

“??? What do you mean?” Qing Ye lowered her chin and looked at him with confusion.

Ye Ying Jian couldn’t help saying, “From the first moment I saw you, I felt a sense of one hero recognizing another. Don’t you feel that? Don’t you think we’re the same type of person?”

“…” Qing Ye’s face twitched with black lines: “Trust me, we’re not.”

But Ye Ying Jian became anxious: “How are we not?”

Qing Ye told him very calmly: “Last monthly exam I got 685, you got 639, that’s a 46-point difference. I can go to Peking University, Tsinghua, Fudan, or Jiao Tong, you can only go to Zhejiang University, Sun Yat-sen University, or Nanjing University. That’s the difference.”

Ye Ying Jian had lived for eighteen years always being imitated but never surpassed, considering himself a heaven-sent talent. From childhood to now on the path of studies, he had defeated all challengers, but for the first time, he was left speechless. Suddenly overcome with grief, he turned red-eyed with anger, and then… cried…