Chapter 114 -114: Won’t You Let Her Strut to Death?
Xia Wenjin’s complexion now looked even worse.
She glared at Xu Zhenzhen fiercely, “What’s there for you to be so smug about? You’re just Lu Zhaozhao’s lackey!”
The frown on Lu Zhaozhao’s face deepened, and she was about to step forward to confront Xia Wenjin when Xu Zhenzhen suddenly grabbed her arm, “So what if I’m Lu Zhaozhao’s lackey? I freaking love being a lackey, and this lackey doesn’t even want an autograph~”
“You… ”
“What about me? Got the guts to call over your little lackeys?” Xu Zhenzhen said boisterously as she waved at Xia Wenjin, ready to battle her at any moment.
Her voice wasn’t small, and those who had just been buttering up Xia Wenjin naturally heard her.
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But no one wanted to be labeled a lackey, and Xia Wenjin couldn’t just point out who her lackeys were right there and then.
All she could do was glower at Xu Zhenzhen resentfully, “I can’t be bothered to argue with someone like you!”
With that, Xia Wenjin turned and sat back down in her seat.
Xu Zhenzhen smirked, patted Lu Zhaozhao’s arm and said, “Alright, let’s get ready for the competition, too. I have a feeling that my results are secure this time!”
Lu Zhaozhao raised her eyebrows skeptically, “Feeling that confident, huh?”
Xu Zhenzhen nodded affirmatively, “Of course, there’s no way I could be sure about first place, but for last place, I’m totally winning it lying down.”
“Pfft—”
Lu Zhaozhao was clearly amused by Xu Zhenzhen, wiping away a tear from the corner of her eye, “You sure have lofty ambitions.”
“Absolutely, for me, it’s all about participating, and participating enthusiastically at that!”
“…”
Although the art competition started with a bit of chaos, once it began, everyone quickly got into the swing of things.
What they didn’t know was that due to Xia Wenyan’s involvement, the live streaming room, which hadn’t had many people before, suddenly exploded in popularity.
The news reached Song Sinian almost immediately.
“Sir, it seems your wife is trending again,” someone reported.
Even though their lady wasn’t part of the entertainment industry, her special identity, coupled with her marriage to the most prominent Song Family in the Shangjing Circle, made staying out of the spotlight difficult.
Song Sinian leaned on the car window with one hand, looking at Zhao Xi as if asking what had happened.
Zhao Xi pursed his lips, “The internet is going crazy over whether the lady is the real or fake little sister, but the current public opinion still leans toward the lady, and all the trending topics are positive ones.”
As he spoke, Zhao Xi handed his smartphone over to Song Sinian.
He took it casually and scanned the headline.
[Little Sister So Cool; Little Sister So Sharp]
[Yuqing University Painting Competition: The Tale of True vs. Fake Heiresses]
[The Beautiful Brother’s Sister is a Beauty Too]
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Song Sinian just clicked on a headline at random, and inside, every picture of Lu Zhaozhao was casually taken, but each one was beautiful.
No wonder so many people were eating melon seeds while crazily admiring Lu Zhaozhao’s looks.
Her appearance was indeed attractive; it was difficult for people not to like her.
But the thought of her admirers increasing only led to more people coveting her.
Indeed, it became even more vexing.
He rubbed his temples irritably, wanting Zhao Xi to pull down the trending search. But Lu Zhaozhao’s trending search was exploding; if they suppressed it directly now, God knows what kind of rumors would wait for Lu Zhaozhao.
Song Sinian sighed, “Forget it, keep an eye on it, and if there’s any negative sentiment, let public relations steer the direction.”
“Understood, sir.”
Zhao Xi silently retracted his phone and scrolled further down. In fact, apart from Lu Zhaozhao and Xia Wenyan, Xia Wenjin also made it onto the trending searches.
Unlike Lu Zhaozhao, her trending searches were almost all about mocking her.
Mostly because Xia Wenjin had been slapped in the face for volunteering to play the younger sister role and then, in a fit of embarrassed anger, satirically labeling Xia Wenyan’s “sister complex” as a persona, which infuriated Xia Wenyan’s fans.
Now, they didn’t need to make a move; Xia Wenyan’s fans had already shredded Xia Wenjin back and forth.
Indeed… these intensely combative fans are a terrifying entity.
“Park the car at the small gate near the school’s dormitory later, and pick up Zhaozhao from there,” Song Sinian’s indifferent voice drifted through the car.
Zhao Xi looked back at Song Sinian, his aura of displeasure nearly tangible.
Fortunately, Lu Zhaozhao would be back after the competition soon.
Otherwise, it would be really difficult for him to endure this oppressive atmosphere in the car.
Zhao Xi stole a glance in the rearview mirror and softly reminded, “Sir, do you want to let the missus know we’ve arrived in advance? In case she doesn’t know and leaves through the school’s front gate, wouldn’t our trip be in vain?”
And looking at the sky, it seemed like it was going to rain soon.
When they had arrived, it has been bright and sunny, but now it started to look a bit gloomy.
Song Sinian was silent for a moment, eventually taking out his phone from his pocket and sending a message to Lu Zhaozhao.
Inside the school’s sports field, Lu Zhaozhao’s pocket vibrated.
She had just finished her last stroke, putting down the paintbrush in her hand, and casually picked up the phone from her pocket.
It was a message from Song Sinian.
She was slightly surprised, but still opened the message.
“Come to the small gate at the back of the school dormitory after the competition; I’m waiting for you here.”
Lu Zhaozhao’s lips curved slightly, subconsciously rubbing her cheek with her hand, inadvertently smearing the red from her hand onto her little face.
The bright red stood out starkly against her fair little face, instantly giving her beautiful visage an innocent yet desirous allure.
Next to her, Xu Zhenzhen spotted her little face, reaching out to help wipe it when the announcer began, “Okay, the competition time has ended. Please put down your paintbrushes, and our professional staff will collect the paintings.”
Upon hearing this, Lu Zhaozhao quickly put away her phone and began to tidy up her painting tools.
Mr. Song of their family had actually come to school to pick her up, so of course, she couldn’t let him wait too long.
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The number of competitors wasn’t large to begin with, and since the judges had just reviewed every painting during the process on the big screen, it didn’t take long to determine the winners.
Xu Zhenzhen watched as the announcer took the list and rested a hand on Lu Zhaozhao’s shoulder, muttering softly, “Zhaozhao, baby, what place do you think that bitch Xia Wenjin will get?”
She had heard her lackeys boast about how Xia Wenjin was a student taught by Teresa and heard she was quite good at painting. If Xia Wenjin really took first place now, wouldn’t she be unbearably smug?
Lu Zhaozhao pursed her lips, “Well… there’s no standard for painting, it mainly depends on the judges, right?”
Hearing Lu Zhaozhao’s words, Xu Zhenzhen felt her heart cool in an instant, “I heard that the master Teresa taught Xia Wenjin before. She wouldn’t be partial, would she?”
After all, they were old acquaintances.
Although Xu Zhenzhen was certain Teresa had been watching Lu Zhaozhao just now, what if…