“Sister Yue is awesome!”
“Sister Yue is the best!”
“Sister Yue is my idol!”
“Sister Yue—forever a goddess!”
Starting from Class Three, the cheers spread outward like ripples on water, quickly surging through the entire auditorium as waves of frenzied shouts erupted—
“Jiang Fuyue!”
“Jiang Fuyue!”
“Jiang Fuyue!”
Each wave louder than the last.
The officials in the front row were startled by the sheer force of it, exchanging astonished glances—
“Are they chanting someone’s name?”
The old principal nodded.
“Jiang… something Yue?”
“Jiang Fuyue.”
“That name sounds really familiar…”
“She’s the student who won two gold medals in international subject competitions.”
“Ah—so it’s her! Did she also create that… thing just now?”
“Judging from the scene, I’d bet on it.”
“This girl is remarkable!”
Principal Hu Yongwei beamed, eyes crinkling with pride. “Student Jiang is indeed outstanding.”
“You must nurture students like her well. They’re the future pillars of the nation, key contributors to the country’s development.”
“Rest assured, that’s our sacred duty as educators.”
The official nodded in satisfaction, clapping harder and with more enthusiasm.
Even after the next performance began, many in the audience were still lost in the awe of the star-filled sky, unable to fully return to reality.
When Jiang Fuyue returned to her class section, she was immediately surrounded by her classmates, all talking over one another—
“Sister Yue, you’re incredible! Is there anything you can’t do?”
“When that blue light beam shot up, everyone in the audience froze—we thought we were seeing magic!”
“I’ve been to so many planetariums, but I’ve never seen such a clear and vivid star map. How did you do it?”
“Earlier, Li Jun said either find someone to replace Zhang Xinxin as lead dancer or make the entire audience go blind. Anyone with a brain knows the former is easier. But Sister Yue picked the harder option—and nailed it!”
“No lies—everyone did go blind, collectively.”
“Every single mistake was completely hidden—no one could tell at all!”
“Matched with that starry sky stage effect, it was gorgeous.”
Meanwhile, in the seating area of Class Seven, Grade 12—
Zhong Ziang was watching the performance playback on his phone, eyes glued to the screen. Yes—he had filmed the entire thing.
Right now, a faint smile played on his lips, and his gaze was completely infatuated.
Suddenly, a head leaned in from the side. He turned sharply, only to meet Yi Ci’s curious stare—
“What are you watching? Grinning like an idiot.”
The two were seated close. Zhong Ziang scooted away in disgust. “Why are you suddenly appearing like a ghost?”
Yi Ci sat down beside him. “Let me take a look. I didn’t get a chance to film it.”
“Oh, you want to see? Heh… not happening! That’s what you get for not recording it yourself. No free handouts!”
“Fine, whatever. I’ll just ask someone else. It’s not like you’re the only one who filmed it.”
“Wait a sec.” Zhong Ziang stopped him. “Why bother asking? Yueyue’s going to be my girlfriend sooner or later. As for you…”
He gave Yi Ci a sweeping look. “Go chill in some faraway corner—you’ve got no chance.”
Yi Ci sneered, “Zhong Ziang, I dare you to say that exact same sentence, word for word, in front of Jiang Fuyue.”
Zhong Ziang’s eyes flickered. “Why would I? A good line doesn’t need repeating, got it?”
“Oh, I get it—you’re useless at everything except talking trash.”
“Excuse me?! Who are you calling trash?”
Yi Ci: “Whoever reacts must be who I meant.”
Zhong Ziang: “D*mn it!”
Yi Ci: “You’re watching so intently—do you even know what that thing is?”
“What, you know?”
“Heh… not only do I know, I actually have one.”
“Bullcr*p!”
Yi Ci lifted his chin. “Believe it or not—up to you.”
With that, he swaggered off smugly.
Zhong Ziang frowned, thought for a moment, then opened WeChat and clicked on Xie Dingyuan’s profile. He directly sent the video with a message—
【Uncle, what is this thing?】
【Need answer ASAP!】
About two minutes later, a reply came—
Xie Dingyuan: 【Where’d you get this video?】
Zhong Ziang: 【I filmed it myself.】
Xie Dingyuan: 【Any added effects?】
Zhong Ziang: 【None at all—not even a filter.】
Xie Dingyuan: 【Time? Location? Who did it?】
Zhong Ziang: 【Just now, at school’s anniversary celebration. Jiang Fuyue designed the stage effect. What is it exactly?】
It took nearly three more minutes before he responded.
Xie Dingyuan: 【It’s a type of inertial cross-coupling control system. By controlling energy and air pressure dimensions, it integrates functions from MEMS, ADC, and FMS systems. Supplemented by inertial navigation and VOR systems, it can simulate a bionic space environment…】
Zhong Ziang: 【Uh… can you make it simpler?】
Xie Dingyuan: 【Starfield simulator.】
【Thanks, Uncle!】
Zhong Ziang instantly memorized the whole explanation, then turned and found Yi Ci. “Of course I know what that thing is!”
“Oh? Let’s hear it.”
“It’s called a starfield simulator. A kind of… blah blah blah…” (he repeats the earlier explanation in full).
Yi Ci whistled. “Not bad. Thought you were just a pretty face, turns out you’ve got some brains.”
“Who are you calling ‘just a pretty face’?” Zhong Ziang shoved him in the chest, nearly pushing him over. “You’re the airhead! Your whole family are airheads!”
Yi Ci swatted his hand away. “Talk all you want, just don’t touch me.”
“I’ll touch if I want! What’re you gonna do about it?”
“Zhong Ziang, you seriously need a beating!”
“Heh, and you think you’re the one to give it? As if! Oh yeah—you said earlier you have one of those things. Show me!”
“You think I’ll show you just because you said so? Who do you think you are?”
Zhong Ziang sneered. “So it was just hot air, huh? Fine, I won’t push you.”
“Whoever’s lying is the grandson!” Yi Ci immediately pulled out his phone, opened his photo album, and tapped a picture. “See that? That’s a black-gold drone—KT42! Its flight system uses that same tech.”
To prove it, he opened a casually recorded video from earlier.
Though the space shown wasn’t as large as the auditorium and lacked a full galaxy display, the blue light beam was nearly identical.
Zhong Ziang was dumbfounded. “Where the h*ll did you get this drone?”
Yi Ci snorted. “Get? You try and get one. Even if you’ve got money, it’s not something you can just buy like cabbage at the market.”
A bad feeling suddenly rose in Zhong Ziang’s gut.
And sure enough—
“Let me be honest,” Yi Ci lifted his chin smugly. “Jiang Fuyue gave it to me—as a birthday gift. Jealous? Too bad.”
Zhong Ziang ground his teeth. His heart was practically bubbling with envy, but he couldn’t let it show, not in front of a rival.
D*mn it!
Meanwhile, in a quiet study, Xie Dingyuan was holding his phone and replaying the video again and again—he’d already watched it over ten times.
Ever since parting in the lab two weeks ago, he hadn’t seen Jiang Fuyue again.
Was she… deliberately avoiding him?
Gazing at the simulated galaxy on his screen, the man fell deep into thought.
…
The 100th anniversary celebration concluded successfully. Thanks to its stunning performance, Class Three of Grade 12 stole the show and clinched the gold award.
Naturally, Jiang Fuyue became the school’s biggest star.
Now, anytime someone from Class Three walked outside, it was always “My Sister Yue this” and “My Sister Yue that”—they couldn’t stop bragging.
Lower-year students, drawn by her fame, started showing up asking—
“Is this Class Three of Grade 12? The one where Jiang Fuyue— Sister Jiang—is?”
The name “Jiang Fuyue” had practically become a synonym for Class Three and a business card for the entire No.1 High School.
For example, when Hu Yongwei attended a meeting at the district education bureau, other principals would inevitably bring her up—
“I heard that Jiang student of yours isn’t just a genius at competitions—she’s got a real knack for inventions too…”
“By the way, is she an only child? Any younger siblings? With genes and talent like that, they shouldn’t go to waste!”
Hu Yongwei chuckled. “She’s got a younger brother—not only good-looking, but academically gifted too.”
The other principal’s eyes lit up, itching to poach the boy. Who knew? Maybe he’d be the next Jiang Fuyue.
They didn’t dare dream of the original—but perhaps they could pin their hopes on the little “fruit” from the same vine.
However—
Hu Yongwei’s smile deepened, his eyes nearly squinting shut with delight. “Ah, but sorry—her younger brother is already enrolled in our school’s middle school division.”
Principal: “…”
Then why even bring it up?!
They had thought the school celebration would be followed by calm and preparation for final exams.
Who would have expected—
A group of exchange students had just arrived, bringing fresh buzz to the senior class.
“I heard this year’s batch isn’t just from other domestic high schools—there are foreign students too…”
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