Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
She strode into the school.
As soon as she entered the school, the students turned around when they saw Meng Xiaowan.
âWhich senior or junior is this? Why is she so beautiful?â
âI donât think weâve met before?â
Indeed, when Meng Xiaowan and Lin Chen were together, they would usually lower their heads and walk around the school in order to avoid arousing suspicion, or they would dress up ordinarily.
At this moment, a boy emerged from the crowd. He was attracted by Meng Xiaowanâs clean and beautiful aura and went to ask for her contact details.
It was obvious that this was the first time the boy did something like this. He looked very nervous. He ran to Meng Xiaowan and stammered, âHello, may I have your number?â
Meng Xiaowan pulled down her sunglasses, revealing a pair of beautiful eyes as she looked at this young and inexperienced freshman.
The junior was shocked.
Ah⦠so beautiful.
Meng Xiaowan smiled and took off her sunglasses.
âPhone.â
The junior was so shy that he immediately searched his body, but he couldnât find his phone.
Meng Xiaowan lowered her eyes and looked at her juniorâs shy and nervous face. She smiled and said gently, âIt seems like we are not fated. See you again.â
Just like that, Meng Xiaowan smiled from amongst the crowd and put on her sunglasses again.
She left a graceful back view for the stunned juniors.
Subsequently, Meng Xiaowan arrived at the meeting room where the club event was being held.
The large conference room was divided into two sections by a row of podium tables.
On the judging panel was a long âTâ stage about 15 meters long.
Below the judging panel were the audience seats.
And above the stage was a custom-made red banner.
A line of large white words was written on the red banner.
âThe 42nd live fashion design club event.â
Meng Xiaowan glanced at the noticeboard beside her. The rule of this event was to design an outfit in front of all the students, audience and judges present.
At the end, the designer would select a person from the audience to wear the outfit, and they would walk onto the runway together.
After the runway show, the judges would evaluate the final score based on the runway performance and the standards of the designer.
The top scorer would receive three credits, a free trip abroad, and a series of other prizes.
Just then, someone patted Meng Xiaowanâs shoulder from behind.
âMeng Xiaowan? Youâre here too?â
Meng Xiaowan turned around and saw the girl behind her. She recognized her as Lin Li, the study committee member of her class. Beside Lin Li stood two other students who had been Xiao Liâs followers for four years.
Meng Xiaowan knew Lin Li very well.
She was a freshman who had been transferred from a foreign country. She was the daughter of Lin Ming, head of the famous Lin Corporation in Yan Jing City. She had been pampered since young and had everything she wanted.
But when she couldnât get what she wanted, she would complain to others behind Meng Xiaowanâs back. Meng Xiaowan endured it. After all, with her poor background, she could not hope to win against someone with such a powerful backing.
Ever since they were young, she had always been unhappy with Meng Xiaowan ever since she became the class monitor. Her words had always been sarcastic, and she often talked about Meng Xiaowanâs lack of talent in fashion design.
In the past, Meng Xiaowan was always silent about such things. There was even one time when she was mocked in front of the whole class and left crying.
It was because of Meng Xiaowan not fighting back that led them to developing such shrewd personalities.
Moreover, Lin Liâs hostility towards her wasnât just about what happened at schoolâ¦
At that moment, Lin Li raised her chin and pouted her lips. Her face was full of disdain as she crossed her arms and said in an unpleasant tone.
âOh, Meng Xiaowan, the form teacher really dotes on you. I found out that you were late this morning and the form teacher deducted three credits from you. I didnât expect you to come to the competition this afternoon to vie for the credits.â
âYouâre really shameless!â
Her sidekicks agreed.
âThatâs right, Meng Xiaowan. Donât think that youâre better than our Xiao Li just because youâre the class monitor.â
âWith your mediocre skills, if the form teacher didnât take pity on you, would you even have passed?â
âWhy did the form teacher give you the scholarship that everyone in the class wanted?â
Lin Li smiled and said, âOf course itâs because you are poor!â
The two sidekicks at the side immediately let out a sarcastic laughter. âHahahaha! It really is! How pitiful!â
Meng Xiaowan turned around and looked at them without any expression.
She did not speak a single word.
Xiao Li picked up the flyer on the noticeboard and took a look at it. She smirked. She immediately glanced at what Meng Xiaowan was wearing and holding in her hands.
She mockingly said, âMeng Xiaowan, youâre really stupid. Donât you know that you need to use your own fabric to complete the design for todayâs competition? You didnât bring anything with you. Donât tell me youâre going to use the shabby white dress that you are wearing?â
âDonât run home naked in the end, poor thing!â