Above the grand theater, there are several VIP boxes, priced expensively.
Today, there are no guests above, only a solitary figure standing behind a window.
Gu Shiting is extrely afraid of people. At this mont, the theater is bustling with noise, and even though he’s hiding in the back, he can’t stop sweating.
His lips are deathly pale, and even though he took dication, he still couldn’t overco it.
But as Sheng Tang’s poem ended, his heart felt like a massive rock had been thrown into it.
If winter cos, can spring be far behind?
If winter cos, can spring be far behind?
This sentence echoed countless tis in his mind.
Can it be far?
He has already reached the most miserable point. He turned eighteen in the first half of the year, officially an adult. Yet he lives neither like a person nor a ghost.
He is even worse off than a rat in the gutter. At least a rat only fears people, not the dark.
But... he suddenly saw the dawn.
After such misery, will he also have a ti when spring arrives and flowers bloom in his life?
He clenched his fists tightly, believing it would happen because he had t Sheng Tang.
Sheng Tang was like the sun, warming him with a light incomparable to any lamp.
"You’re amazing, Tangtang!" he murmured, "I really hope I could sit in the audience, and you’d look down and see ."
His heart ached intensely.
Before the show ended, Song Chen took him away.
The competition continued.
Both the judges and the audience beca more critical of the subsequent contestants after witnessing Sheng Tang’s brilliance.
Originally, they could have scored an eight, but in comparison to Sheng Tang, they felt it was far too inferior and only gave a six.
One after another, the competitions ended. Many were quite good, but all fell short on their speeches.
There was a break at noon, and the second half continued in the afternoon.
By the ti it all ended, it was 4:30 in the afternoon.
Sheng Tang took first place.
The second place scored 57.5 points, twelve points less than Sheng Tang. She not only won but won overwhelmingly.
Mr. Bai was very happy.
After it ended, Mr. Bai ca over and said he wanted to treat them to a al.
Upon hearing that Sheng Tang’s father was a professor at the Geological University, Mr. Bai was very respectful: "You must share with your parenting insights!"
Sheng Tang’s father felt a bit embarrassed.
While they were talking, a middle-aged man, accompanied by a secretary, walked over to them.
This man was one of the judges.
Mr. Bai introduced him: "This is Director Qian from the English Departnt of S University."
Director Qian was very elegant, exuding an even stronger scholarly ambiance than Sheng Tang’s father.
"Student Sheng Tang, this is my business card." Director Qian handed over the card, "Our departnt has autonomous admissions. We hope you can apply. A talent like yours would be an honor for us to have at S University."
Jiang Baocu nearly fainted from excitent.
S University, one of the top three universities in the country, and it’s in the sa city.
Not to ntion Jiang Baocu, even Sheng Tang’s mother was overjoyed, almost losing control.
Her father, though calm on the surface, couldn’t hide the delight in his eyes. Geological University couldn’t compare to S University, of course, he hoped his daughter would have a better choice.
The departnt head’s statent suggested that Sheng Tang had a high chance of getting into S University through autonomous admissions.
Mr. Bai also looked at Sheng Tang and nodded at her.
Only Sheng Tang remained calm.
She smiled at Director Qian and said, "Thank you for your appreciation. I am flattered. It’s just that I really enjoy the feeling of being on stage; it helps find my true self. Maybe, I’ll apply for the Film Academy. I’m afraid I’ll disappoint you."
The crowd was shocked.
Her parents were hearing about Sheng Tang’s ambition for the first ti as well.
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