Meng Ting didn't expect it would turn out like this. Shu Yang had always been like that, to the point where Meng Ting thought he was particularly unfriendly in his past life.

  She smiled at him in a friendly manner and walked out of the door with her backpack on.

  Meng Ting took the bus to get there. She arrived at 8:20 and there were still very few people participating in the competition. The staff of the art museum looked at her with some surprise, "Little girl, you're here for the competition?" Their eyes couldn't help but glance at her blind person's mirror.

  Meng Ting is indeed.

  "They smiled and said: 'It's still early, others haven't arrived yet, you can only wait.' But in their heart, they added a hint of appreciation, coming so early ahead of time at least proved that they were very concerned."

  Meng Ting leaned against the corner and continued reading a book from her bag.

  It was a little after 8:40 when everyone had arrived. They were all students, mostly seventeen or eighteen years old since they were in the high school group.

  Everyone was sitting in their own resting place chatting, when suddenly the crowd started making a racket.

  Meng Ting raised his eyes and saw Jiang Ren.

  It was November then, and behind the small fountain in front of the art gallery, the sun had just risen, becoming a beautiful rainbow under the morning sunlight.

  Jiang Ren rode a mountain motorcycle, wearing a black tight-fitting suit, with silver hair that was eye-catching, and a pair of black diamond earrings that refracted light, with a sports wristband on his wrist, becoming the most dazzling existence.

  Most of the participants in the competition are excellent students, and it's rare to see them with such a sloppy attitude.

  They seemed to be here to cause trouble and security wouldn't let them in.

  Jiang Ren hung his helmet on the car and got out. His eyebrows had a few hints of anger: "What, not allowed to enter?"

  The security guard could only say: "There's a competition being held here."

  Inside was also noisy and chaotic.

  "What's with the mixed society? What brings you here?"

  "Haha anyway it's impossible for me to come and compete."

  A boy wearing glasses whispered: "If you want to show off, drive a car, why ride a motorcycle."

  That year motorcycles had become widespread, but for teenagers around 10 years old, there were really only a few people who could afford to buy small cars.

  Another boy was speechless: "You must have read too many books and lost your mind, don't talk nonsense if you haven't seen the world, his off-road motorcycle is worth a supercar."

  The boy wearing glasses obviously didn't believe it, but many people who heard this looked over.

  He Junming didn't expect this place to be so humiliating, he snorted and was about to scold someone when Fang Tan pulled him back: "Be low-key, don't cause trouble today, don't annoy Nian Ge." He Junming immediately became timid.

  Jiang Ren lit a cigarette: "She came to find her friend, she's in the competition."

  The security guard said: "Who is your friend?"

  Jiang Ren's gaze passed through the glass door and fell on Meng Ting. She was originally sitting in the corner, which was the closest place to him.

  He saw Meng Ting for the first time not wearing No. 7 Middle School uniform.

  She wore a light yellow sweater because it was chilly in the morning, with a small rose on the collar, green leaves wrapped around the branches. It had an inexplicable soft and elegant feel to it.

  She saw him looking at her, froze for a moment, as if afraid of getting involved with him, and quickly turned her head away.

  He couldn't help but laugh.

  Damn it.

  The security guard saw them and didn't say a word, let alone allow them to enter.

  Some parents can come in, but Jiang Ren and his friends, smoking and dyeing their hair, are obviously bad kids.

  Lu Yue pushed through the crowd and ran out, telling the security guard: "Uncle, they are my friends, can you let them in?"

  He Junming smiled and said: "Lu Yue, let's cheer you up."

  Lu Yue couldn't help but glance at Jiang Chen, a joyful feeling rising in her heart.

  Jiang Ren furrowed his brow and fell silent.

  The security guard hesitated for a moment, and Lu Yue said: "I'm the champion of several years ago, can't my friend cheer me on?"

  There was a hint of complacency in her tone.

  The security guards nodded after discussing and then turned to Jiang Ren and others: "You can go in, turn off your phone, no smoking, and no noise."

  He Junming was speechless, so going in meant going to jail?

  After several hours of competition, they still couldn't understand it.

  He just wanted to say that he couldn't go in, so let's wait outside, Brother Nian.

  As a result, Jiang Ren saw that the cigarette butt was pressed into the fountain pool and then thrown into the trash can, with his hands inserted into his pockets and walked in.

  He has a strong aura about him, and at first glance, he doesn't seem like a good person. The good students inside all gave way to him.

  He Junming: "Huh? Really going?"

  Fang Tan: "Jiang Ren has gone in."

  "What's so good about this?"

  They said so, and a few people smoked a cigarette before following in.

  He Junming couldn't help but laugh: "These chicks don't look that great."

  "Heh, maybe it's just his brain that works well, and other places don't work as well."

  He Junming laughed uncontrollably.

  In He Junming's cognition, it is rare for a learning tyrant to be beautiful, and Lu Yue can be considered an exceptional one.

  A faint scent of smoke wafted over, Meng Ting was stunned for a moment, then turned his head around.

  Jiang Ren crossed his legs and sat down beside her. He had a bit of an annoying, arrogant air about him, with his jacket zipper unzipped and his hands stuffed in his pockets.

  Meng Ting felt very uneasy being so close to him.

  Jiang's presence was very strong, and many people were looking at him. She had no choice but to pretend she didn't know him and lowered her head.

  She sat in front of the glass window, her knees together, with a book spread out on her legs. A shallow patch of golden sunlight shone in.

  "Hey, good student, you don't even greet people you know, aren't you a bit too indifferent?"

  He leaned in close, Meng Ting closed his eyes and after a while whispered: "Not familiar."

  He couldn't help but laugh.

  "Do you know what my name is?"

  Meng Ting pursed her lips: "Jiang Ren."

  Her voice was soft and gentle, like a spring breeze stroking the tip of one's finger.

  He was stunned for a long time, then smiled: "Uh-huh."

  It's really ridiculous, as if the depression in my heart for a long time suddenly dissipated easily.

  He Junming and others came in at this time, saw Meng Ting was very surprised: "Xiao Xiang... Meng Ting, you also participate in the competition."

  Meng nodded slightly.

  Lu Yue followed over, her eyes also fell on Meng Ting. She didn't know Meng Ting, but when she saw her eyes, her pupils flickered: "You're a classmate from No. 7 Middle School's sophomore class, right?"

  Meng heard Lu Yue take the initiative to greet him and could only say: "Hello, senior."

  Lu Yue said: "During the competition, it is not allowed to wear watches and sunglasses. Younger sister, take them off in advance."

  Meng Ting shook his head: "Thank you, but my eyes are not good, this is not sunglasses. It's... " Under Lu Yue's gradually pleasant gaze, Meng Ting calmly said, "Blind people's light perception protection glasses."

  Lu Yue saw no self-deprecation in her words, and Jiang Ren beside her didn't find it strange either, lightly furrowing his brow.

  At nine o'clock sharp, the game officially started.

  All participants have adjusted their positions and are seated at the tables in front of the art museum. Parents can still watch from the rest area over here.

  Because it was the first open competition, each person had an easel in front of them.

  "The host said: 'Keep your body quiet, no cheating is allowed. Once discovered, severe punishment will be imposed. The competition officially begins. You have 150 minutes to answer the questions. Answering starts now.'"

  ~

  The game started off well, with parents paying close attention to their own children.

  But halfway through, He Junming almost went crazy, and he complained: "Damn it, it's even more unbearable than being in prison, I can't take it anymore." He took out his phone to turn it on.

  Jiang Nan snatched his phone carelessly: "Be honest."

  “……”

  He Junming turned his head: "Tanzi, He Han, don't play rock-paper-scissors."

  Fang Tan said: "Stupid."

  He also said: "I'm not playing."

  He Junming felt that life was as desolate as snow, so he could only look forward to the competition.

  Two acquaintances, Lu Yue and Meng Ting, sat far away, only seeing the back of the person. He suddenly became interested: "Who do you think will win?"

  Fang Tan glanced at Jiang Ren and didn't say a word.

  "Let's make a bet, the loser...". He rolled his eyes, "Isn't today Thanksgiving? Outside they're selling foreigners' vanilla ice cream, the loser will go buy some for the winner's sister."

  This is somewhat interesting.

  Fang Tan said: "I think Lu Yue will win."

  He Han thought for a moment: "It's not that I look down on Meng Ting, this competition is said to be quite difficult, Lu Yue said she has been studying for almost eight years and has been the champion for several years, I also think she will win."

  He Junming's mouth twitched: "Isn't that right? Everyone thinks Lu Yue will win, what's the point of competing then. Tanzi, are you trying to suppress Meng?"

  "Why don't you take it easy yourself?"

  He Junming finally looked at Jiang Ren: "Nian Ge... who do you think will win?"

  Jiang Ren shifted his gaze outside to the pink ice cream shop and lazily said, "Whatever."

  He Junming had no choice but to force himself to listen to Meng. He thought, well, losing is just losing, might as well enjoy the process.

  At half past eleven, everyone had handed in their papers.

  The number of people who can enter the final is limited, with only 55 students in the high school group, and the results were announced just ten minutes later.

  The host smiled and said: "Classmates have worked hard, after more than two hours of fighting, the list of first, second and third places are now in my hands, are you expecting?"

  The rest area has already started making a racket, and even though the students are nervous in their hearts, they still look pretty calm on the surface.

  The host had milked the suspense for long enough, and opened the card in his hand. His eyes scanned across everyone: "Now I announce that the third place winner of this year's Middle School Math Olympiad is... Fang Di! 132 points."

  A boy stood up, joy flashing in his eyes, bowed and sat down.

  The host smiled and said: "Then who's second?"

  Meng Ting raised her eyes.

  "Her name must be very familiar to everyone, winning awards every year. Congratulations to Lu Yue, 136 points."

  Lu Yue looked back incredulously.

  She is always the champion every year, this time... how could she be second. Her face changed instantly, stood up and made a rough bow, if she was the second place, then who was the first?

  Shulan really has good eyesight.

  The white feathered long dress in her trunk is the most precious.

  That was the skirt that Mother spent half a year making, Zeng Yujie looked good but had a poor background, she was born in a small village. Meng Ting's grandparents taught in the small village, and Zeng Yujie fell in love with the wrong person when she was young.

  She did not accept the blind date arranged by her family and eloped with a man from another place.

  Zeng Yujie didn't have a good life after leaving her hometown, working as a female worker in a textile factory. Later, the man abandoned her when she was still pregnant with Meng Ting. She was a strong woman who never thought of committing suicide, but instead focused on raising her daughter well.

  Meng listened at the age of ten, she made this skirt with her own hands.

  Zeng Yujie was skilled with her hands, and in that era, many rich ladies took pride in wearing the clothes she made. Later on, she stopped making clothes, just as she told Meng, she didn't love that man anymore.

  Zeng Yujie's last piece of clothing was this white feathered cheongsam.

  She poured out all her love as a mother, embroidering the colorful feathers one by one, and with every movement of the white skirt, it was full of flowing beauty.

  That's a skirt with a strong national flavor.

  Even in modern times, it is still very valuable and beautiful.

  Zeng Yujie cherished Meng Ting, her daughter was an angel sent by heaven, and she made a skirt for her to wear when she grew up. It was originally intended as a gift for Meng Ting's coming of age, but after Zeng Yujie passed away, Meng Ting pressed it to the bottom of the trunk, until the fire last time.

  Not only was this skirt burned, but Meng Ting's face was also ruined.

  Meng Ting closed the trunk and got up to knock on Shu Lan's door.

  Shulan opened the door and saw it was her, somewhat uncomfortably shifting her gaze: "Sister."

  "My skirt and gold medal."

  Shulan widened her eyes: "Sister, how can you wrong me like this? Although you are my sister, if you continue like this, I will get angry."

  Meng Ting looked at her.

  The girl in front of me is seventeen years old, and she is as old as I am, only one month younger than me.

  Meng Ting had been good to her for a lifetime, doing his best to protect her. If it weren't for saving Shu Lan, she wouldn't have disfigured herself in her previous life. Shu Lan was very good at flattering people, and the year Meng Ting lost his mother, Uncle Shu's mouth was awkward, not knowing how to comfort her. As for Shu Yang, there was no need to mention it, only Shu Lan called out sweetly "older sister".

  She said: "We will always be sisters."

  Meng Ting never got a clear look at her, but treated her well for the rest of his life.

  But she would never again interfere with Shulan's life.

  Meng Ting's eyes sank calmly: "You like Jiang Ren, so you took my gold medal to curry favor with him."

  "Shulan angrily said: 'What are you talking nonsense!'"

  "But my skirt is a keepsake left by my mother, and the gold pendant also contains our last photo together. Giving you other things from before is fine, but those two things you can't have."