Chapter 239: Chapter 239
The sky was clear and blue, with white clouds.
At eight thirty in the morning, the live broadcast of the National Olympic Mathematics Competition began.
Looking around, there were security personnel constantly patrolling outside the examination venue, and TV reporters were stationed at the entrance, making corresponding reports. Follow current novels on novel~fire~net
Fifteen minutes before the exam, a deep black SUV steadily parked beside the venue.
Rong Zhi opened the car door, about to get out.
A tap on the shoulder stopped her, and she turned her eyes slightly, "Huh?"
Bai Su pointed his long, attractive fingers outside the window, his thin lips curving into a smile, "Brother Zhi, don’t you think that cloud looks like a heart?"
Rong Zhi raised her eyes and looked in the direction he indicated.
It’s rare to have such a sunny day in Beijing in winter. A large white cloud floated leisurely in the sapphire blue sky, with imperfect arcs on both sides converging in the middle, ending in sharp tips, looking very much like the shape of a heart.
Without knowing why, she nodded, responding indifferently, "Yes."
The depths of Bai Su’s eyes shimmered lightly, and he quickly pinched the teenager’s delicate, soft cheek, then put his thumb against the first joint of his index finger to form a heart.
He smiled, his tone gentle and languid, "Good luck."
Rong Zhi replied impassively.
Bai Su said no more, watching her get out, noticing reporters gathering around the teenager, his hands rhythmically tapping on the steering wheel.
With Rong Zhi’s ability, winning the championship was as simple as drinking water; what really needed attention was the news after she won.
He pondered, turned the car around, and left the venue, while taking his phone out of his pocket.
Shen Junze, as the company president, specially gave himself a holiday to stay at home watching the live broadcast. He had the servant tune into Beijing TV Station, just as the screen was playing the scene of the reporter interviewing the teenager.
She was wearing the Mingwu High School uniform, standing next to the reporter, exuding poise and composure, unfazed by questions, her brows and eyes casually yet displaying a maturity beyond her age, serene and placid.
Since it was a live broadcast, it was not only on television but also being streamed online.
Shen Junze couldn’t see, but online, it was going wild.
The bullet screen scrolled rapidly across.
"Is this the Third Miss of the Rong Family, who was just recently trending online? No, no, no, this aura doesn’t resemble a girl one bit??"
"I straight up: hi, wife!"
"Pah, what wife, this is obviously my husband!"
The host asked if the teenager had time for another interview after the exam. The teenager lowered her eyes in thought for two seconds, her long lashes trembled lightly, casting a shadow on her jade-like delicate and fair skin.
When she spoke again, her voice was low and softly hoarse with a touch of enchantment, her tone unhurried, "I have time."
Her clear fox-like eyes reflected fragments of light, misty and hazy, and being looked at by her always gave an illusion of getting lost in those eyes.
Gender aside, love aside, just a desire to possess.
The bullet screen exploded in the live chat.
"I’m freaking dead!! Finally understand the meaning of ’beauty transcends gender,’ if it weren’t known in advance that she was a girl, I would totally call out ’handsome boy.’
"Sister works too! Sister, come at me!!"
"Wake up, this Third Young Master is only eighteen, unquestionably a younger sister, isn’t it?"
That’s theoretically correct, but with this face, with this aloof yet casual bearing, can you call her sister?
So what younger sister, call her handsome boy!!
The national competition’s exam time was three hours, with few media allowed inside the venue, and cameras slowly panned across the venue, recording each examinee’s state.
Whenever the view landed on a certain person, the bullet screen in the livestream would suddenly surge.
The teenager sat upright, resembling pine or bamboo, graceful and dignified.
Cheng Yunjing’s phrase "Maintain your heart amidst a restless world" was vividly brought to life in her.
Rong Zhi originally intended to finish early, but the national competition didn’t allow for early submission, so she nearly finished at the last moment, without even checking her work.
With slender, superior fingers, she capped the pen just as the broadcast bell rang, and the proctor collected the papers.
The National Olympic Math Competition ended at that moment, and now awaited the announcement of results and the award ceremony three days later.
Rong Zhi exited the examination room, surrounded by fellow Mingwu High School students.
Chi Cha turned to look at the teenager, her cheeks slightly flushed, and the joy in her heart and eyes couldn’t be hidden.
The classmates nearby felt a pang of jealousy.
Forget it, forget it, can’t compete, let the envy flow.
"Rong Zhi," Chi Cha was a bit nervous, fidgeting with her fingers, summoning the courage to ask with a smile, "I heard from Mr. Li, you recommended me to participate in the world competition."
Chi Cha’s grades had been decent from the school competition to the grand event, just maybe lacking in some details. With some guidance, she might even surpass Rong Meng.
Rong Zhi thought about the progress of the CSS project, nodded at the mention, "Hmm, what’s up?"
Chi Cha couldn’t suppress her excitement, raising her voice slightly, "He told me, you agreed to a one-on-one tutorial!"
When did she agree to that? Was she not aware of it herself?
As luck would have it, a reporter from Beijing TV Station happened to walk by, recording Chi Cha’s words into the background audio, letting everyone watching the live broadcast online hear it.
Rong Zhi glanced out of the corner of her eye at the camera pointed at them, pursed her lips, temporarily suppressing her internal doubts before replying, "I understand, I’ll contact Mr. Li and let you know."
Clearly, Chi Cha also noticed the media reporters around them, nodding repeatedly without continuing to disturb her, waving as she left, "You go ahead, see you at school then."
Saying that, she rejoined the Mingwu High School group, turning and leaving.
The poised reporter then raised the microphone with a smile, "Were you just discussing tutoring?"
Rong Zhi answered flatly, "Yes."
"It seems you have a good relationship with your classmates."
The reporter smiled, concluding the question, and shifted to asking Rong Zhi about her thoughts on the exam, and why she wanted to participate in the Olympic Math Competition. After all, everyone is a student, answers tend to be similar.
The reporter already had a draft ready in her mind.
Rong Zhi slightly lifted her eyelids, a moment of helplessness flashing in her eyes, caught right by the camera.
With the slightest arch of her beautiful brows, a hint of a smile mixed in her tone, she spoke calmly and serenely, "Actually, I didn’t plan to participate."
The reporter was taken aback, not reacting immediately, "Huh?"
"My guidance director and the others talked to me, asking me to give myself a chance." The youth’s usually cold and aggressive demeanor softened, seeming like pure snow melting under the sun, turning into a gentle spring, passing softly through hearts.
From then on, the reporter forgot what else to ask.
She quietly watched the teenager, as if seeing that lively and bold person through her current gentle expression, and through the persuasive efforts of the guidance director and teachers, reluctantly registered, then fought past many rounds.
Standing up high, presenting the honor to those who had good intentions for her, proving their choice was right.
The interview quickly wrapped up, and once the teenager left, the reporter was brought back to reality, holding the microphone and remarking with some admiration, "This student’s demeanor and poise are truly remarkable."
No wonder she comes from a prestigious family.
There was a celebration banquet at noon, Jiang Gujun and Rong Jiazze were busy, Rong Zhi rolled up her sleeves and made her way to the back garden. As she arrived in front of a hexagonal pavilion, she stopped as if sensing something.