Many men immediately cheered up at the mention of her name, wiping the drool from their mouths.
Zheng Bifan, the top beauty of the art department and a second-year music student, came from a wealthy background and was truly a high-society lady. However, her most outstanding trait was her sweet voice. Specializing in folk singing and trained in Peking opera, she was a true combination of talent and beauty.
Countless excellent young men had fallen at her feet, yet she enjoyed playing the field, dating one for a few days and then moving on to the next, never maintaining a long-term relationship.
Such a tantalizing woman attracted men like fish to water, one after another pursuing her relentlessly.
She was a master at seducing men.
Nickname: Soul-Seducing Vixen.
Rumor had it that Zheng Bifan once encountered a rabid male dog. She simply batted her eyelashes at the crazed canine, and it instantly fell in love, wagging its tail fervently.
Standing at a height of 1.72 meters with a slim and graceful figure, Zheng Bifan sported a chic short hairstyle similar to that of Xiao S, giving her a noble appearance.
Her eyelashes were adorned with lengthening mascara, and she wore exquisite indigo eye shadow, paired with just the right amount of lip gloss. Her face looked as if it belonged in a L'Oréal cosmetics advertisement, stunningly beautiful!
Clad in a princess dress, she sashayed forward, flashing a smile that immediately elicited a chorus of whistles from the audience.
"Goodness! That's Zheng Bifan? It's really her!"
In the crowd, Su Ou, munching on potato chips, widened her eyes in surprise.
Damn, wasn't she the one who had a verbal spat with her at the bulletin board? She had even joined in mocking and ridiculing Wen Ling at the time!
It was her!
No wonder she was so arrogant; she clearly had some impressive skills.
But…
Su Ou crammed another handful of potato chips into her mouth, her eyes darting around…
Hmm? Where was that woman, Wen Ling?
Didn't she agree to sign up?
It was already the deadline, so why hadn't she shown up yet?
Gah, that lazy girl must have decided not to come because there was no money to be made from this preliminary competition. Su Ou deemed Wen Ling the most materialistic and money-loving girl of the year.
"Dear fellow students, first, I want to thank everyone for your support and long-standing recognition… I am honored to stand here and speak on behalf of the contestants participating in the Sound Talent Preliminary Competition for our school…"
Before the competition had officially begun, the dazzling Zheng Bifan had already ignited invisible sparks of rivalry.
Two girls whispered to each other beside them, "Did you know? Zheng Bifan is known as the ultimate love killer on campus! Almost no male student can escape her gaze."
"Of course, I've heard about her. Isn't she Cousin Liqing's cousin? Both sisters are outstanding beauties, with such noble backgrounds and exceptional family pedigrees. How can there be such perfect women in the world? What's left for us ordinary folks?"
"Tsk tsk, I heard that Zheng Bifan has already signed with Hua An Film and Television and will start acting in minor roles! With her looks, she's bound to become a big movie star in the future!"
"Yes, I think it's clear that she's the top contestant in our school. There's no need for further competition; we might as well just give the title to Zheng Bifan. She stands out significantly from the rest."
"Hmm, it's just for show. I bet the organizing committee has already internally decided on Zheng Bifan. Look at how she speaks on stage; she's so confident, like a princess descending. She must be sure to win."
On stage, Zheng Bifan continued to recite her eloquent speech, while the two girls beside her gossiped excitedly.
Crunch crunch… Neither of the girls noticed the menacing aura emanating from beside them as they glanced over.
A fierce woman with violently twitching facial muscles glared at them with fiery eyes! Her clenched fist had crushed the potato chips in her hand to crumbs, reminiscent of a movie character crushing stones.
"Hehe, do we look pretty? Why are you staring at us like that?" one of the girls asked Su Ou boldly.
Su Ou opened her mouth wide and spat out, "Go screw yourselves! Two bitches! No matter how great Zheng Bifan is, she's not as outstanding as our Wen Ling! Out-standing! Out-standing! Out-standing!!!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
A chill breeze swept past.
Su Ou sensed the freezing silence of minus thirty degrees Celsius.
The entire auditorium, seating five hundred people, was now so quiet that the sound of a pin dropping could be heard. Everyone turned to look at the irate girl.
Even Zheng Bifan, who was speaking on stage, paused and looked at the girl holding a bag of potato chips in surprise.
Wen Ling?
She mentioned Wen Ling just now?
The short girl whom she and her friends had ridiculed that day?
Wen Ling…
Ah, I remember now!
Isn't she Cousin Liqing's rival?
Liao Kai's ex-girlfriend!
Zheng Bifan smiled coquettishly. "This classmate, where's the most outstanding Wen Ling you mentioned?"
She deliberately looked around, peering into the corners of the room as if Wen Ling were a mouse hiding in a corner.
Su Ou covered her mouth, her eyes frozen. "She… she… she…"
Who knew where that deadbeat had run off to?
Bang!
The door to the auditorium was suddenly kicked open, and a lively ball of energy burst in.
"Oops, oops, my dear Su Ou is going to kill me! I'm late, I'm late… I overslept during my nap…"
"I want to sign up! Sign up!"
Wen Ling's hair was tousled, and as she ran, the messy nest on top of her head wobbled in sync with her movements.
Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she tried to determine the direction and stumbled onto the stage.
"There's still me! I'm signing up! For that whatever preliminary competition!"
Panting heavily, Wen Ling resembled a heat-stricken ox, causing the male student from the Student Union to involuntarily nod along with her.
"Fellow… fellow student, take it easy, speak slower…"
Wen Ling thumped her chest and took a deep breath before opening her eyes wide and saying,
"I want to sign up! For the preliminary competition at school, the one where you sing and the top scorers get a small role in a movie!"
All the contestants, including Zheng Bifan, nearly fainted from frustration.
How could the preliminary competition sound so insignificant coming from Wen Ling's mouth?
Not only did she fail to mention the full name of the competition, but she also described the coveted film role as a "small shit point"!
Wen Ling was still half-asleep. She had taken a nap in the back row of the large classroom, sleeping soundly as if heaven and earth had collapsed.
Sniffing her nose, she shouted and then looked around.
So many, so many people!
On stage, it was like an award ceremony, with Zheng Bifan shining brightly. Below, the crowd was dense, a sea of black heads.
Wen Ling froze on the spot!
This crazy girl was only signing up now? And her hair… how could it be so non-mainstream? It was supposed to be straight shoulder-length hair, but Wen Ling had somehow transformed it into a spider web.
Hahaha…
The students in the audience chuckled quietly.
Suddenly, a woman sprang to her feet in the crowd and raised her arm, shouting, "Wen Ling, I support you! If you don't bring back the award, you'll be sleeping on the floor!"
All the students stared in astonishment at Su Ou's heroic appearance, stunned for five seconds before bursting into another round of laughter.
Cackle cackle… These two women must be crazy, foolish, and silly! The top campus beauty, Zheng Bifan, was standing proudly on stage, yet they had the audacity to spout such big talk. Bringing back the award? They would probably be eliminated in the first round!
Zheng Bifan looked at the dazed Wen Ling with amusement and sneered,
"Oh, it's you. So you're that Wen Ling? Aren't you studying Chinese? Do you even know how to read sheet music?"
"Hahaha…"
The audience responded with raucous laughter.
Su Ou's face turned ashen, and she almost gnashed her teeth!
Damn it! If only she had a nuclear bomb right now; she'd blow all these bastards to smithereens!
Wen Ling scratched her head and looked at Zheng Bifan innocently. "Oh, you know me? I don't remember you. Are you also a student at our school? I don't think I've seen you before…"
Bang!
The proud Princess Zheng Bifan nearly spat blood in anger.
Hadn't… seen her before?
She was the most famous top beauty on campus!
"It doesn't matter whether you know me or not. The point is, I know you. You're that shameless third wheel who stole Cousin Liqing's fiancé, right?"
Wen Ling frowned.
Well, this woman clearly wasn't here with good intentions!
She smiled faintly, and her bright eyes suddenly became bewitching, almost causing a group of boys to faint. "Really? Fellow classmate, not just anyone can be a third wheel. It requires professional skills and capabilities. Perhaps you wanted to be Liao Kai's third wheel, but he rejected you? Are you feeling a bit resentful?"
"You! You're talking nonsense! I'm not as low as you!" Anger caused the heavy makeup on her face to start flaking off.
Wen Ling shrugged. "Really? Being low is fine, but don't become the most pitiful nobody. It's tragic for a woman who looks like a vase to be dumped ruthlessly. By the way, I should inform this classmate whose name I don't know. It seems you're Liqing's backup, right? I'm not a third wheel. If I do anything, I aim to be the legitimate first-class wife! Wait for my wedding with Liao Kai. I'll give you plenty of wedding candy to eat."
Wen Ling had mastered the art of infuriating people without remorse since childhood.
The male student from the Student Union naturally favored Zheng Bifan. He spread his hands and said apologetically,
"Erm, classmate, unfortunately, I have to inform you that you can't sign up. Our registration deadline is 5 PM today…"
Wen Ling pointed at the large clock behind her. "Look, it's only 4:59 PM."
Everyone turned to look at the large clock above… Indeed, it was 4:59 PM.
"Wen Ling, you little slut! You wait! I, Zheng Bifan, won't let you off! You're going to lose terribly!"
Zheng Bifan was dragged away by several classmates but not before yelling at Wen Ling.
Wen Ling smiled cheerfully and waved goodbye to Zheng Bifan with a playful grin. "Classmate Zheng, don't get too excited. Let me kindly remind you, you should cover your right eye. Uh, your false eyelash is hanging down…"
Bang!
Zheng Bifan was so enraged that she stomped off.
Su Ou draped her arm around Wen Ling's shoulders as they walked. Turning to look at Wen Ling, she noticed that under her disheveled hair, tears were streaming down her cheeks!
Wen Ling was crying.
Sigh, she was just a girl who cried easily.
No matter how strong she appeared in front of others, she was always fragile behind closed doors.
Heartbreaking.