That was the first time Song Shaoyan failed to get first place after going to college.

The difference between first and second is that first is always eye-catching, while no one will remember second.

At the award ceremony, Song Shaoyan sat in the audience, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, and drank the water sips.

His eyes were fixed on the stage, and he wanted to see who was the first.

Judging from the name, it's a girl.

And he is a freshman, so he can't stand it.

His friend sat beside him and kept laughing.

"Hahaha, Shao Yan, I've won the first place in the country for two consecutive years, and this time I've become the second place. What does it feel like?"

"I asked her, can't?" Song Shaoyan glared at him.

"Okay, Mr. Song is handsome, and you can do whatever you say." My friend couldn't help laughing, "Hahaha, no, let me laugh for a while."

"What's so funny? You can't even get a ranking but you still laugh at me?"

"It's so funny. Young Master Song won the second place. Shao Yan, then wait, will you go up and get the prize yourself, or will I help you get it?"

"Get out of here." Song Shaoyan gave him a blank look.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Song is not as embarrassed as a young school girl who just came here. She is just a freshman. Mr. Song is in his junior year, and he has two years of experience in participating in the competition. Oh, I really want to call the younger school girl over to see how Mr. Song is angry."

"Get out of here!" Song Shaoyan kicked him.

I really don't know what kind of friends I made!

Song Shaoyan took a few sips of water suddenly and kept looking at the stage.

If it were in the past, he would have been disdainful to attend the lengthy award ceremony.

But today is different. Who made him second? He is very curious about the first one.

"Young Master Song, I'll come on stage to receive the award later. You won't beat the younger sister up, right? I think it's possible, it's so terrible, and the senior is so terrible."

Song Shaoyan no longer paid attention to his 25-year-old friend and sneered.

At this moment, the host shouted "Ning'an".

Song Shaoyanlin raised his eyes and stared at the stage.

That’s right, this is the number one schoolgirl, Ning An.

When she first met, she was wearing a simple red dress and walking on the stage in white high heels.

Ning An is tall, but has a beautiful eyebrows and a generous smile.

Song Shaoyan's eyes fell on her and remained motionless.

"Young Master Song, here you are here, it's the junior girl who is pressing on you. Hahaha, Young Master Song, have you not been suppressed by a woman? In fact, it's nothing once or twice, and you have to try new postures. Being pressed by a junior girl is very sour."

Song Shaoyan's friend smiled with a slanderous smile, and he laughed at Song Shaoyan every word.

"It's both rustic and ugly." Song Shaoyan looked at her, took a sip of water, with a sneer and disdain on the corner of his mouth, "I've never seen such a rustic woman, and she still wears a red dress. Nowadays, who is still wearing such rustic clothes? She can't even put on makeup. I really think she is born with beauty and dares to come out to scare people in this way."

"Huh?" Song Shaoyan's friend looked puzzled.

Fortunately, she looks pretty.

Red skirt? Why does it turn into rustic when wearing a red skirt?

Is there any such operation?

"If you look like this, you can only rely on learning to maintain your sense of existence. This way, I don't want to take a look at it." Song Shaoyan continued.
Chapter completed!