The competition was over, but another battle without smoke or fire had begun.
This war was not a competition among students but among various universities. The awards ceremony the next day was also a symposium for various universities and competing students.
Every year, each high school would set aside about ten spots for the students participating in the competition.
As soon as Guo Miao entered the hall and sat down in her seat, she felt that something was amiss.
"Mystical Miao, why are all these reporters taking pictures of me? I'm a little nervous. How's my style today?" Chen Le teased. He had a greasy hairstyle today as if he had a pineapple on his head.
"What do you mean by taking a picture of you? They're taking pictures of Mystical Miao, okay?"
Indeed, when Guo Miao entered the room, all the cameras were focused on her, and the representatives from the universities all looked at her in unison.
