That was the first time that Song Shaoyan failed to take first place since he entered college.

The difference between first place and second place is that the first place is always eye-catching, while the second place is never remembered by anyone.

At the award ceremony, Song Shaoyan sat in the audience, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, and drank the water one sip at a time.

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

Judging from the name, she is a girl.

And she is a freshman, so this is intolerable.

His friend sat beside him, laughing all the time.

"Hahaha, Shao Yan, I have been ranked first in the country for two consecutive years, and now I am ranked second. How does it feel?"

"Can't I let her do it?" Song Shaoyan glared at him.

"Okay, okay, Mr. Song is handsome, anything you say is okay." My friend couldn't hold back his laughter, "Hahaha, no, just let me laugh for a while."

"What's so funny? Why are you laughing at me when you can't even get a rank?"

"It's so funny. Mr. Song sometimes came in second place. Shao Yan, will you go up and get the prize yourself, or should I help you get it?"

"Go away." Song Shaoyan rolled his eyes at him.

"Hahahaha, Mr. Song is not as good as a girl who just came from elementary school. My wife is embarrassed. The girl from elementary school is only a freshman. Mr. Song is a junior. He has two more years of competition experience. Oops, I really want to call the girl from elementary school here.

Look at how angry Mr. Song is."

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

I really don’t know what kind of friends I have made!

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

In the past, he would not have bothered to attend the lengthy award ceremony.

But today is different. Who made him get second place, and he is very curious about the first place.

"Mr. Song, you have to go up on stage to receive the award soon. You won't beat up this elementary school girl, right? I think it's possible. It's terrible. Seniors are terrible."

Song Shaoyan ignored his 250-year-old friend and sneered.

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

Song Shaoyan raised his eyes and stared at the stage.

That's right, this is the top school girl, Ning An.

When we first saw her, she was wearing a simple red dress and white high heels walking towards the stage.

Ning'an is very tall, but has pretty features and a generous smile.

Song Shaoyan's eyes fell on her, motionless.

"Mr. Song, here it comes, that's the elementary school girl who is on top of you. Hahaha, Mr. Song, have you never been pressed by a woman? In fact, it's okay once or twice now and then. You have to try new positions.

It feels so good to be pressed down by a girl from elementary school."

Song Shaoyan's friends had a sycophantic smile on their faces, laughing so hard that they laughed at Song Shaoyan word by word.

"Fashionable and ugly." Song Shaoyan looked at her and took a sip of water, with a sneer and disdain at the corner of his mouth, "I have never seen such a vulgar woman wearing a red skirt. Who would wear such a vulgar dress these days.

I don’t even know how to put on makeup, I really think I’m naturally beautiful, yet I dare to look like this and scare people.”

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

Not bad, he looks pretty good.

Red skirt? Why does a red skirt look so boring?

Is there such an operation?

"When you look like this, you can only rely on studying to maintain your sense of existence. No one would even bother to look at someone like this." Song Shaoyan continued.
Chapter completed!