Notifications popped up on the cell phone.

God G, the designer association heard that we are going to release the Twelve Legends of Vientiane series of clothing at the end of the year. Would you like to participate in the designer competition at the year end?

Gu Mang replied curtly, Not participating.

It took a few seconds for a response to come back. Okay.

It was quite a pity that the big boss wasnt going to participate, but then again, because the big boss was in such a unique position she had no need to prove herself with those awards.

In the evening, it was Zhou Nans turn to clean the dorm, so everyone got in bed early.

When cleaning up the wastebasket, Zhou Nan saw a ball of paper inside. The quality of the paper seemed very good. She bent down, picked it up, and unraveled it.

Seeing the design, she stared blankly at it. Who drew this?

During Mondays morning reading session, Xi Yan came in with the class logbook and stood at the lectern.

Some announcements. She opened the logbook. For the New Years Party this year, we will be jointly holding the event together with the experimental high school next door.

Lu Yang sat upright in an instant.

Huh? Event hosted with the experimental middle school next door? I didnt hear wrong, did I? he asked.

Xi Yan nodded. No, you didnt.

Lu Yang frowned fiercely as he said bitterly, Wont we be serving ourselves up for humiliation?

Yeah, teacher, we dont get along with the experimental high school. In the past few years, Ming Citys top scorer for arts and sciences all came from their school. How can we be compared with them? Just because they got bad grades didnt mean that they were stupid. If their school was lousier than the other, it would be embarrassing for them too.

It had also been proven that heavily pressuring people would not force them to achieve higher. At least not when it came to math problems. Their grades were too embarrassing. They really didnt want to lose face.

A girl said cruelly, Besides, the experimental middle schools art students are better than ours. So is their modeling club, their dance club, and their theater troupe. The New Years party is just an art competition.

Whats wrong with the school? Why would they decide to jointly hold this event with the experimental middle school next door? said a boy.

Although they had always said that Ming City High School was trash, no one else was allowed to call them that, especially students from the experimental high school. Wouldnt it be great if everyone just minded their own business?

Where would they hide their faces when they lost out to them at the New Years Day party?

Xi Yan grasped the lectern with both hands. I have already made objections to it, but the school decided to go ahead with it. Students are to use the physical education and recess periods to rehearse.

This meant they had no choice but to prepare for the New Years Day celebration.

Everyone looked worried.

Dont be so sad. Xi Yan smiled and looked at the last row. Our class still has Gu Mang, right?

Instantly, all eyes fell on Gu Mang.

She propped up her face lazily. Hearing Xi Yans words, her black, bright eyes looked up with a cold expression on her face, looking cool and swag.

Fatty turned around and said in a lowered voice, Is she intending to let Sister Mang win honor for the school?

Sister Mang, the great choreographer!

Lu Yang looked at Gu Mang who was sitting like a boss. Sister Mang is not going to dance alone, is she?

Gu Mang, the school has arranged that we work together with Class One. You pick a few people from the two classes and teach them to dance, said Xi Yan.

Upon hearing this, the class reacted even more intensely than before.

Qin Yaozhis eyes lit up. Now Gu Mang could teach her to dance!

Fatty spat out curses, F*ck! What a sleazy move! Not only does the school want us to host the competition with the school next door, it wants us to work together with Class One?!

Chu Yao was speechless. Teacher, have you forgotten our grudge with Class One?

Xi Yan repeated what she said. I did object to it, but it didnt work.

The class fell into an odd silence.