Chapter 89
But who knew that being teased by Mr. Yun Huan in such a way, instead of making a fool of herself, she made a big splash!
"Look! Mr. Yun Huan and the others are back!"

I don't know who yelled, and everyone looked in the direction of the auditorium door.

Sure enough, he saw Bei Yunhuan walking in, followed by his two handsome assistants.

If there was any disharmony, it should be Yuan Ya who was by his side.

When she received everyone's attention, she had already started to slow down.

What she didn't expect was that when she slowed down, Bei Yunhuan stopped and turned to look at her with a gesture of waiting.

And Yong Mo and Yang Yuhuan behind him also stopped spontaneously.

Such a stalemate is more attractive than just going on like that just now.

Yuan Ya took a deep breath, walked forward, and returned to Bei Yunhuan again.

Only then was he satisfied, but when he passed by the steps of the speech platform, he frowned and took another look.

Seeing that the originally bright staircase that could be used as a mirror has now returned to its original state, his eyes could not help but become a little colder.

Yuan Ya walked to the row where she was sitting, and originally wanted to go back to her seat.

I didn't want to, but was directly dragged to the podium by the host!

He introduced it again and asked her to briefly say a few words about participating in the Van Gogh Cup.

Yuan Ya held the microphone that had been stuffed into her hand, and was pushed onto the stage by those who drove the ducks to the shelves.

Sensing the gazes of the students in the audience, she lowered her head, said a few random words that she was very happy and would continue to work hard, and hurried off the stage.

But after returning to his seat, the situation didn't get much better.

People around her who don't know her are asking where she went just now, and why she has been there for so long?
Someone asked about her relationship with Bei Yunhuan, and asked whether the daily flowers were sent by Bei Yunhuan?

Yuan Ya was just silent...

Fortunately, the award presentation on the stage has already started. Although everyone gossips, they are also concerned about who the winner of the million-dollar prize will be, so they divert their attention.

The order of awarding starts with the Excellence Award. Although there is no one million cash, there is a thousand yuan reward, so those who won the Excellence Award are not too disappointed.

Yuan Ya dumbly listened to the host reading the winners' names and paintings one by one, and listened to the judges' comments.

Until the end, the sound of exciting drums sounded in the stereo!
The host's voice dragged on, "This year's million dollar competition, the gold medal winner of the Art League, is—"

"Huaguang Fine Arts Department, Yuan Ya, Class [-], Sophomore! The award-winning work "Rose"!"

Accompanied by the host's words, there was a sound of discussion from the audience, and everyone's eyes returned to her again.

Under the urging voice of the host, Yuan Ya stood up, step by step, and walked up to the podium with heavy steps.

Bei Yunhuan personally took the trophy and presented it to her.

After Yuan Ya received the trophy, the Miss Manners next to her gave Bei Yunhuan a specially enlarged million-dollar check sample.

This time, he didn't hand over the things directly to Yuan Ya, but took a step forward, wrapped one hand around Yuan Ya's shoulders, and put the million-dollar check sample in front of him with the other.

The reporters who were present immediately cooperated to take photos, and the shutter sound kept ringing, but Yuan Ya didn't smile at all.

Others just thought she was fooled by the million dollar prize.

Only she knew what was going on.

It's just that the bank card that was rejected by her on the breakfast table is in her hand again.

But this time, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she couldn't even refuse...

(End of this chapter)

Tap the screen to use advanced tools Tip: You can use left and right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.

You'll Also Like