Reborn to Outshine My Ex and His White Moonlight-Chapter 39 - Group Photo
Chapter 39: Chapter 39 Group Photo
Chapter 39 -39 Group Photo
Lin Zhiyi looked at the audience expressionlessly, as her hands took hold of the heavy trophy.
Invisibly, a pair of hands seemed to choke her neck.
The sensation of suffocation seemed to tell her how difficult it was to escape the destiny that was set for her,
especially when facing an opponent with powerful backing.
However, the next second, she gripped the trophy in her hand tightly.
In her previous life, she didn’t even have the qualifications to compete, but in this life, she had endangered Song Wanqiu’s chance of winning the trophy.
At least, that damned destiny was already shifting.
Someday, it would enter the track she desired.
Lin Zhiyi looked up and smiled towards the audience below, it was for the audience, but also for the owner of those ink-dark eyes.
Gong Chen.
No one could ever bring her down, unless… she fell herself.
Below the stage.
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Chen Jin walked to Gong Chen’s side, leaned in slightly, and whispered a report into his ear.
“Third Young Master, it’s taken care of.”
“Mhm.”
Gong Chen lifted his teacup and met Lin Zhiyi’s gaze, squinting his eyes to hide the displeasure in them.
Her smile was so stunning under the lights, attracting the gaze of all men.
He could even hear the men beside him joking softly, discussing how they would approach Lin Zhiyi for her contact information later.
His cold gaze swept over them, and they suddenly fell silent.
As the competition neared its end, Song Wanqiu walked excitedly towards the interview area, wishing the whole world knew she had won.
However, just as she took a step forward, Xue Man’s voice echoed through the hall.
“Wait a moment, I have another announcement to make.”
“Because of the exceptional performance of the contestants this time, after discussing with my studio, we unanimously decided to offer the top three an internship in my studio, hoping to see more talented jewelry designers in the future.”
As soon as the words fell, Lin Zhiyi hesitated for a moment, thinking she had hallucinated.
It wasn’t until the scream of Chen Huan, who came in third, that she realized it was true.
She… could intern at Xue Man’s studio!
Sorrow for some, joy for others.
Song Wanqiu, who was supposed to be unparalleled, now had an ashen face and looked as though she could dig her nails into the trophy.
She unwillingly said, “Teacher Xue Man, didn’t you say only the first place would qualify to enter your studio?”
Xue Man glanced at her lightly and responded indifferently, “I only said that the first place would definitely be able to enter my studio. I didn’t say it was exclusive. It’s just that you all were too outstanding, and it was hard for me to make a choice. I believe with Miss Song’s capability, you wouldn’t worry about these things.”
Her words were watertight, praising Song Wanqiu to the point where she could find no fault.
Song Wanqiu could only keep her frustration to herself and forced a smile.
She looked at Gong Chen in the audience with a pitiable gaze, hoping he would help her, but she found that his attention was never on her.
Following his gaze, Song Wanqiu saw Lin Zhiyi.
Her eyes were dark with suppressed emotion as she bit her inner lip to contain herself.
She couldn’t argue, or else she would seem ignorant, and Gong Chen disliked noisy women.
A few seconds later, Song Wanqiu put on a smile.
“Teacher Xue Man is right, I’m not worried.”
“That’s good, how about we all take a group photo together then?” Xue Man did not give Song Wanqiu a chance to argue, and called out to the audience, “Third Young Master, would you like to join us?”
Thinking of Lin Zhiyi appearing in the photo, Song Wanqiu quickly interjected, “Teacher Xue Man, let’s not, the Third Young Master doesn’t like to…”
“Alright.”
Gong Chen interrupted Song Wanqiu’s words and slowly stood up to join them on stage.
The reporters, seeing Gong Chen had also arrived, jostled to the front, causing the scene to momentarily lose control.
The people on stage were very tactful, sensing that Gong Chen was giving face for Song Wanqiu, so they yielded the center position to the two.
Lin Zhiyi wanted nothing to do with them and, noticing that the third-place winner, Chen Huan, was eyeing another spot beside Gong Chen with shining eyes, she understood Chen Huan’s intentions.
She might not have come specifically for Gong Chen, but standing beside him for a photo would guarantee the image went viral online, and she could gain some fame from it.
Everyone for themselves, or heaven and earth perish.
Chen Huan was not wrong.
Lin Zhiyi stepped aside and smiled at her, “You go ahead. The dress you’re wearing today is ink-colored with a gradient, and it’ll look good in a photo beside Third Young Master.”
She had even provided an excuse for her.
Chen Huan was slightly stunned, but thanked her and walked to the other side of Gong Chen.
Lin Zhiyi stood at the very edge.
As everyone assumed their positions for the photo, Gong Chen raised his hand to block the camera.
His voice was low, “The contestants should be at the center.”
Without showing any emotion, he brushed off Song Wanqiu’s hand and moved to the very edge.
Which was right beside Lin Zhiyi.
Lin Zhiyi instinctively tried to avoid Gong Chen, but a hand climbed onto her back.
The gentle palm, through the thin layer of her clothes, was ironing her skin, throwing her into panic.
She lightly reached to pull away his hand, but he caught her wrist and pressed it against her lower back, his thumb wielding the red jadeite ring rubbing her arm.
Her spine trembled lightly; she just couldn’t shake off his hand.
Had he gone mad?
With so many people here!
Gong Chen’s eyes lowered, his hot breath grazing the top of Lin Zhiyi’s head as he spoke in a volume only they could hear, “Move again, and I’ll turn you around.”
Lin Zhiyi looked up at him, but that was the exact moment the reporters pressed their shutters, click, click, click…
Only after the photography ended did Song Wanqiu, unable to wait, come over, and Gong Chen let go of Lin Zhiyi.
Song Wanqiu bumped into Lin Zhiyi indiscernibly, affectionately clinging to Gong Chen, signaling the reporters to snap more photos.
Lin Zhiyi steadied herself and turned to leave.
Unexpectedly, some reporter stirred trouble and had the organizers keep the three contestants back for interviews.
The first few questions were quite normal, just some required by the organizers to promote the competition.
But then they started to get outrageous.
Especially the small interlude during the confrontation between Lin Zhiyi and Song Wanqiu, that was the biggest joke of this competition, and the reporters wouldn’t miss such a good topic.
“Miss Lin, having lost the PK to Miss Song, what are your thoughts?”
Song Wanqiu stood by, speaking up first, “Although I won the competition, Zhiyi usually has higher professional scores than mine in school, and I believe she’ll certainly make a stronger comeback next time.”
The reporters exchanged looks, seeming to grasp Song Wanqiu’s implication.
How could someone who couldn’t win a competition possibly have such high professional scores?
Unless what those few fans said was true, that Lin Zhiyi had some connection with a professional teacher at school.
Lin Zhiyi turned her head to look at her, mimicking her speech, “Even though professional scores are not high, winning the competition is what counts, and I believe Miss Song must have put in her utmost effort for this contest.”
Sarcasm?
Who couldn’t do that!
In her past life, Lin Zhiyi had often endured Song Wanqiu’s cold sarcasm, and if not learning it to perfection, she had definitely grasped seventy to eighty percent of it.
A student who wasn’t outstanding in professional scores, yet took first place in a competition had the audacity to insinuate that the school favored Lin Zhiyi.
Then it was only natural for her to imply that the competition might have been rigged, right?
The reporters, sharp as they were, instantly understood and turned their cameras toward Song Wanqiu.
Song Wanqiu’s expression froze; she wanted to smile but couldn’t, so she could only grind her teeth and send a look to a reporter she had bribed.
That reporter squeezed to the front, staring directly at Lin Zhiyi and addressed her, “Miss Lin, judging from the current works, Miss Song’s designs feature some sun elements, while yours are of Star and Moon, could there be some borrowing? As I understand, you had seen Miss Song’s design drafts before the competition.”
