Chapter 1137
These were all sponsored by corporate sponsors looking to take the opportunity to advertise.
On top of that, the rewards for second and third place were also quite generous.
At the top of the stage, the real-ti vote count for the School Beauty selection was being displayed, constantly changing.
Currently, Mane York had 10,325 votes, while Chloe Collins had 9,228 votes, a difference of 1,097 votes.
According to the total number of teachers and students, there were still over 11,000 people who had not yet voted.
Many people took photos of the vote count and posted them on their social dia, captioned: "Mane York, an unbeatable legend."
Or: "Mane York is about to win the crown again this year. Seeing the grand prize, I feel envious..."
Or even: "Mane York from the School of Information Science is doing aweso! As usual, the School Beauty selection always determines the outco of the final event, so the School of Sciences doesn’t stand a chance this year... Well, let’s aim for second place then! To all my juniors in the School of Sciences, keep going!"
Mane York, who had just returned from the Fosters in disappointnt, was quite cheered up when she saw this.
At that mont, backstage.
All the personnel for each act were nervously making their final preparations, with the first group to perform already waiting in the entrance area. At the front of the stage, the host had already started the event and cheers resounded from the audience.
Mane York was touching up her makeup in the dressing room, while everyone else was making their final checks.
The event would last over three hours and they were the final act, so they weren’t in a rush. Still, everyone was quite nervous.
After all, these were mostly freshn, each wanting to give their best performance in their first big act after enrolnt.
Tony Marshal was quite experienced on stage and only he and Manie seed fairly calm.
He went out for a quick look, then ca back.
"Manie, the first act is almost over, it’s going quite quickly," he remarked.
Manie asked, "How is it?"
"So-so. I don’t think they will win a prize."
For this competition, those who ranked in the upper half could win prizes of varying sizes, while those in the bottom half would get nothing.
Manie raised an eyebrow, expressing a subtle amusent.
She stepped out to get so fresh air.
Standing near the doorway, she absentmindedly pulled out a photograph to examine, instantly bringing a smile to her face.
Seeing this, Tony Marshal glanced over and saw the handso man in the photo, he wondered, "Do you know this guy?"
"Hmm, he’s my man," she replied.
Chuckling, Tony Marshal responded, "Alexander Foster is your man?"
"You know him?" she asked.
Tony Marshal said, "Of course, he’s the heir of a wealthy family with formidable talents and thods. Didn’t their family just divide the inheritance? Out of all the brothers, only he has made a success of his business, raising his inherited assets to even greater heights. The others have not been as successful, failing to make progress, or even incurring losses. He’s a much sought-after connection, many people try to curry favour with him. Unfortunately, he doesn’t like to be involved in the entertainnt circle; very few people ever get to et him."
After hearing this, Mane York laughed, "Of course, is my man soone that just anyone can et? He leads an upright life."
Tony Marshal joked, "If he’s your man, could you introduce soti? Give your brother a chance?"
Manie replied, "His family’s entertainnt company isn’t under his control. If you want to advance further, you should go to Alan Foster, who is his third younger brother. Almost all the family’s entertainnt business fell into his hands."
"Alan Foster, huh..." Tony Marshal stroked his chin, "He’s quite ruthless, and quite the playboy."
Mane York’s eyes darkened, "What’s it to you if he is a playboy? You’re a man too."
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(Good night.)
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