Back to youth, the child's mother became a female president

The play finally ended.

Jiang Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief.

During the curtain call, they stood in a row. The thunderous applause and the booing were so loud that it almost overturned the stage. The audience bid them farewell with smiles, and there seemed to be reluctance in their eyes.

The Evergreen Class was behind them, and there was nothing wrong with their performance, but the comparison made it seem quite conventional and uninteresting.

The last performance is over, the evening is coming to an end, and the ratings of the competition will be announced.

Hua Tingjue became even more nervous.

His palms were wet with a thin layer of sweat. He grabbed Jiang Wangshu's wrist without hesitation and said, "Do you think we can win the first prize? I think Lin Han and the others are pretty good too."

Jiang Wangshu ignored his hand and lowered his eyelids nonchalantly: "Are you trying to boost others' arrogance and destroy your own prestige?"

"Not really, I just think they..." Hua Tingjue frowned and opened his mouth to explain something, but ultimately didn't continue.

Since they were little, they have never won against Lin Han. He has PTSD. Lin Han is good at everything, studying, competition, shooting, business management, etc. He is so good in front of the elders that they become dim.

He is a genius, they are fools.

"Then what are you worried about?"

"Everything changes. Didn't you say you are lucky?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the big screen began to scroll out the three first prize winners, and the host's voice came through the microphone: "I already have the first prize for this evening party. Are you looking forward to it?"

He made a humorous joke: "Let me tell you in advance, there is no particular order of ranking. The only thing to blame is the alphabetical order!"

"Our first prize is..."

Everyone's heart was in a clenched fist. Everyone in the international class held their breath and sweated.

Zhang Zifan: "What the hell, what the hell is going on? I'm so anxious."

Wen Yanlin echoed: "I was anxious too. I wanted to go to the toilet a long time ago, but I kept holding it in and ended up not going."

Someone asked weakly, "Can we compare with the Evergreen Class?"

"Of course I can!" The world is big, but self-confidence is the greatest.

The host took a deep breath and took a sharp turn, asking, "Who will win the first prize?"

All eyes were on him.

“Applause to our “Snow White”, “Dancing with Feathers” and “House of Flying Daggers”!!”

The international class suddenly became as quiet as a chicken, with everyone's mouths wide open in shock, and then bursts of screams from young teenagers broke out, one after another.

"Fuck, Brother Jue, it's really us, we won the first prize!" Wen Yanlin grabbed Hua Tingjue's arm and shook it hard, unable to contain his excitement.

"Doesn't that mean we beat the Evergreen Class?"

"Woohoo, then we are so awesome!!"

"What's so cool about the Evergreen Class? Our International Class is the coolest!"

"right!!"

They were all hot-blooded, lively and enthusiastic boys and girls in their teens. Moreover, they were able to defeat their mortal enemy who had always been bullying them. They were so happy.

Everyone present was looking towards the commotion. Just by listening to the noise they could feel the unbridled and vigorous spirit of youth, and they were infected by it and became cheerful as well.

Jiang Wangshu rarely smiled. Hua Tingjue had not yet recovered from his surprise. He licked his dry lips and swallowed nervously.

"Did we really win the first prize?!" He looked at Jiang Wangshu and repeated in disbelief.

"Ah."

Hearing her affirmation, Hua Tingjue shouted and hugged Jiang Wangshu excitedly, "Yes, you got your bonus!!"

Jiang Wangshu was stunned when he was hugged unexpectedly. Fortunately, Hua Tingjue let her go in time. There was a tiny light flashing in his dark pupils.

"Great!"

At the same time, several people in the Evergreen Class showed loneliness and unwillingness on their faces, but in the end they had no choice but to give up, because losing was losing.

Snow White is undoubtedly the first prize winner, and it is the most emotional piece of the night. The remaining two are Ning Shuyu's main dance and pipa solo. The literary evening has always been her domain, so it is not surprising.

"Please ask the relevant personnel to come on stage to receive the awards and take photos!" the host shouted.

Hua Tingjue grabbed Jiang Wangshu's hand and walked towards the stage, "Let's go and receive the award!"

The students in the international class walked with great vigor and pride, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, and their stomachs tucked in. If you didn't know them well, you would have thought they were going to receive the Nobel Prize. When they passed by the evergreen class, they were rubbing their hands in defiance of them.

Stepping onto the stage, Wen Yanlin deliberately said to Lin Han: "Hey, which class won the first prize?"

Then he proudly answered himself: "Oh, it's our international class."

"A little bit..."

Lin Han was the host of the party. Even though he was furious, he still had to maintain basic manners. He lowered his eyes and turned away, not looking at the group of people.

Hua Tingjue was even more arrogant. He bumped Lin Han with his shoulder, looked up and apologized with a smile: "Oh, sorry, I was busy receiving the award and didn't pay attention to you. Sorry."

After showing off so much, his tail is almost up in the sky.

He did it on purpose, so what!!

Ning Shuyu also took a group photo with the dance team members and the international class. She smiled and congratulated them: "Congratulations, your play is really wonderful!!"

"Congratulations." Hua Tingjue, who was recognized, also smiled.

Zhang Zhengliang, the head teacher, also went on stage with a silly smile for the group photo. He praised Jiang Wangshu highly: "Hahahahaha, the teacher knew that there would be no problem if I handed the matter over to you!"

"Teacher Zhang, this is not just my effort. Every student is trying their best."

"That's because you lead well."

"Hurry up, let's go take a picture."

Jiang Wangshu breathed a sigh of relief when receiving the award. She tilted her head slightly, the fireworks exploded beside her ears, the sky was filled with fireworks and sequins, and the students in the international class were chattering in low voices.

The photographer shouted in front: "One, two, three, eggplant!"

Smiles immediately broke out on their faces; the moon and stars in the sky witnessed their joy; the passing evening breeze probably heard it as well.

At this moment, the word "cohesion" took shape and bore fruit.

Hua Tingjue's excitement and joy lingered for a long time, and he immediately locked onto the figures of his mother and brother in the crowd, waving the trophy and greeting them eagerly.

"mom!"

"elder brother!"

Hua Tingrui couldn't help laughing and looked at him proudly. Although Mu Xiuzhi didn't show any expression, her eyes gradually softened under the dim light.

The first prize was 5,000 yuan, and the person in charge got an extra 500 yuan. The people in the international class were not short of money, so they asked Jiang Wangshu to take it all, but she refused.

In the end, she gave the money to Zhang Zhengliang as class expenses and took the 500 yuan she deserved.

Accept the salary and do the job.