Chapter 175: She Is Coming

Chapter 175: She Is Coming

According to the rules, competitors are not allowed to enter after fifteen

minutes have passed since the start of the competition.

While waiting for the start, Sean took out his phone and posted a

message on the school forum.

"Someone's too scared to show up? What a wimp!"

Although he didn't name names, everyone knew he was referring to

Cheyenne with whom he had a bad relationship.

“Nora, it looks like you're going to win this one. When you do, you have

to treat me to some barbecue!" He grinned as if he already knew how

this competition would end.

Nora sat next to her teacher with a bright smile on her fair face. "You

can't say things like that. You know there are all sorts of surprises in

this world. Maybe someone else will come along and surprise us.”

Her voice was soft but clear enough for a young man behind her to

hear.

The young man was dressed in a crisp, white shirt with a stylish haircut

of burgundy short hair. He had a high, straight nose, looking handsome

and refined. He was gazing at Nora with an enraptured expression

when he typed on his phone.

[I just discovered another amazing quality about my goddess - she's so

humble and adorable! Her profile is so beautiful!]

This competition was jointly organized by Chulae Art College and

Chulae Government Arts Department - two of Chulae’s most

prestigious art institutions - inviting several renowned artists and

emerging painters as judges.

Layne served as Vice President of Chulae Calligraphy and Painting

Association, Associate Professor at Akloit Humanities and Arts College,

one of Chulae's top ten contemporary painters in recent years; naturally

making him one of its judges too.

In an effort to maintain fairness, the organizers, after understanding

Layne's relationship with Cheyenne and Nora, deliberately revoked his

authority to make decisions regarding the two.

The online community buzzed with excitement, everyone eagerly

awaiting Cheyenne's appearance. However, some secretly hoped she

wouldn't show up, as that would guarantee Nora's victory.

Unfortunately, they were disappointed. Just as the competition was

about to announce the closure of the contestant's entrance, people on

the sidelines noticed a garbage truck speeding towards them.

It raced with lightning speed, kicking up dust and creating the illusion of

a sports car in motion. However, it also brought with it an unpleasant

odor that hung in the air.

People in the vicinity covered their noses and took a couple of steps

back, looking at the garbage truck in disdain. They couldn't understand

why the organizers had seemingly blocked their entrance with a

garbage truck.

In the next moment, the truck's door swung open. An old man with gray

hair, dressed in a simple gray robe and wearing a pair of cloth shoes,

jumped down from the car. He was agile and made many young people

feel inferior.

On the other side of the truck, a pair of pink flip-flops appeared first in

front of everyone's eyes. Looking up, she wore blue checkered pants.

Aren't those pajamas?

Although the girl had long straight legs, it couldn't change that it was

just an ordinary pair of pyjama trousers.

To make things worse, she actually had another set on top - white silk

material that was so loose it didn't have any waistline at all.

Her long hair was simply tied behind her head and she wore a small

yellow duck hat which inexplicably made her seem... fashionable.

Maybe they really couldn't understand trends like this but if someone

could afford to wear real silk pajamas like hers then they must be rich

right?

They were really ignorant after all.

The woman casually held up a scroll with one hand while using her

other hand to lower her hat brim to cover most of her face.

Passersby could only see her delicate chin and those seductive lips full

of natural redness.

Before everyone could recover from the shock, they watched as that

ordinary-looking old man pulled out his badge from his pocket and hung

it around his neck. It symbolized his identity as one of the judges for

this event.

When he went through security checks later on during entry into venue

area, the staff were extremely respectful towards him, almost

obsequious in their behavior towards him.

Just when everyone thought they had recovered from that shock wave,

another even bigger shock wave came!!

"Cheyenne, we're entering now! Come quickly."

Cheyenne?

That slender girl with an icy demeanor who exuded mystery turned out

to be Cheyenne!

Until both their figures disappeared, a fan excitedly took out his phone

and quickly left a message:

[I... I saw Cheyenne! She's here!]

[Where?]

[In the garbage truck!]

[Although I understand you hate a trash like her, this joke is not fun at

all.]

[I'm not lying, guys, she really did come on a garbage truck!]

Entering the venue, she clocked in at the last minute.

Layne finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was really tired for Cheyenne.

Driving was not suitable for him.

"Okay, Cheyenne, you go find your seat. I'm going to discuss things

with my team. Oh yeah, it's hot outside, so remember to drink more

water and don't catch a cold.”

Cheyenne watched him turn around and leave gracefully with her lips

twitching slightly.

With her hat pulled down even lower, Cheyenne walked through the

crowd silently, ignoring the stares from people around her. She walked

elegantly on long legs.

"Cheyenne? She actually dared to come!" Sean was the first to notice

the woman at the door and snorted lightly.

His girlfriend Mikaela also turned her head towards Cheyenne with a

hint of resentment in her eyes that quickly disappeared.

"Oh my god! What is she wearing? Hahaha! It's too funny!"

This exaggerated laughter caught many people's attention. Mikaela's

friend Sandra Guerra quickly covered her mouth with her hand but

couldn't help letting out mocking laughs.

"Sandra, don't do that. That's Sean's sister.”

Hearing this made Sean feel like he was so embarrassed by Cheyenne

again; he glared at her unhappily before looking away.

"She isn't my sister; I only have one sister - Nora."

Cheyenne looked around until she found where she was supposed to

sit behind Nora on an adjacent row on Nora's left side.

Directly across from where she sat was a young man with red hair who

whispered quietly while discussing what he thought were “strange”

about Cheyenne.