CHAPTER 487: 195 MONEY-BACK GUARANTEE IF NOT GENUINE

During breakfast, Meng Junzhu called Shen You’an aside.

It was only a few minutes before Yan Lu saw Shen You’an return.

"What did Mr. Meng say to you? He seemed so secretive."

Shen You’an thought for a moment. "Mr. Meng talked to me about the Young Talent Class at De Ren."

Gu Bichen suddenly raised his eyes to look at Shen You’an.

Yan Lu was surprised. "The Young Talent Class at De Ren?"

"There are only twenty spots across the nation. The scores from this winter camp will be one of the evaluations. Everyone should do their best," she said.

Yan Lu raised two fingers. "Only twenty spots? Then I’m doomed. I’ll stop dreaming about it."

The Young Talent Class at De Ren is quite different from the A Class at Lanya High School, where nationwide geniuses are selected. It’s worth mentioning that while Lanya High School is strong, Jingzhou’s top high schools are no joke either—especially De Ren Middle School, which is truly a haven of hidden talents.

"No wonder Mr. Meng only told you. She knows you’re the one with the best chance."

Besides, getting into a class for geniuses sounds exhausting. She’d rather be a big fish in a small pond than a small fish in a big one. Her family doesn’t expect her to achieve much, as long as she doesn’t embarrass them too badly.

She herself doesn’t have ambitious goals either, and the realization has brought her peace.

Yan Lu shot a glance at Liu Runxi. "Desk mate, An’an tends to get bullied on her own, so you should also aim to get in. She’ll be depending on you to have her back in the future."

Liu Runxi responded faintly, "I’ll do my best."

Gao Yuyue plopped down on a chair. "What are you guys talking about?"

At seven sharp, everyone lined up for roll call and boarded the bus, heading to First High School.

Upon arriving at First High School, it wasn’t even half-past seven yet. Everyone entered the testing center using their ID cards and camper passes.

Shen You’an and Yan Lu were assigned to the third exam room. As they entered, the classroom was already more than half full.

Having familiarized themselves with the exam room beforehand, they easily found their spots.

Shen You’an’s seat was in the middle, while Yan Lu’s was in the corner, separated by two rows in between.

When Shen You’an walked into the classroom, the already quiet room abruptly became even more still, silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Every pair of eyes was fixated on the girl entering the room.

The climate in Chunzhou was pleasant; though it was late December, a single shirt sufficed.

The girl was dressed in a mint-green long-sleeve shirt, revealing her graceful and elegant neck and collarbones. The cuffs were slightly rolled up, exposing slender wrists that recalled the poetic image of "fair wrists as if frosted snow."

Her lower body was adorned with white straight pants. Such simple and fresh colors combined created a visual akin to summer lotus—clear yet extraordinary, full of charm.

Her figure was slim and delicate, especially the thinness of her back. The light attire accentuated its loose fit, giving her a breezy air as she walked.

On her face, she wore a mask. A pair of gold-framed glasses rested on the bridge of her nose, while her hair, falling to her neck, was casually tied into a low ponytail. A loose strand of hair mischievously slid down beside her cheek, adding a touch of sharp yet refined definition to her visage.

Though her face was obscured, every exposed inch of her skin was as pale as snow, exuding an aura of rare purity and elegance that made it hard for anyone to look away.

Everyone was eager to glimpse the startling beauty beneath the mask.

The more mysterious, the more intriguing.

A beauty so pleasing to the eye drew everyone’s attention irresistibly—it was just too visually soothing.

Shen You’an ignored the gazes from all directions, calmly finding her seat and sitting down.

Behind her entered a girl in a purple dress. Though gentle and lovely in appearance, after witnessing Shen You’an’s unearthly elegance, the purple-dressed girl seemed rather dull in comparison.

Yu Ruohuan’s brows furrowed slightly as she sharply sensed the different attitudes in the room. Her nails dug lightly into her palms as she maintained a composed posture, walking past Shen You’an to take the seat behind her.

She raised her eyes to stare at the back of Shen You’an’s head. Her hair was thick and styled in a trendy chestnut-brown hue.

She suddenly realized that some people seem to especially enjoy heaven’s favor—even their heads are shaped more smoothly and attractively than others’.

Yu Ruohuan lowered her gaze, pulling out a pencil and slowly began sharpening it.

At this moment, two invigilators entered the room. While the male teacher opened the sealed exam papers, the female teacher scanned the room. Her gaze paused on Shen You’an, and with a dissatisfied tone, she said, "Masks are not allowed in the exam room. Remove your mask."

In an instant, all eyes focused on Shen You’an.

From the corner, Yan Lu clicked her tongue. An’an wearing a mask was for everyone’s benefit—otherwise, how could anyone concentrate on the test with wandering minds?

Shen You’an cleared her throat lightly. "Teacher, I have a cold and don’t want to spread the virus to my classmates."

The female teacher gave her a long, penetrating glance. Among the entire room of test-takers, she was the most strikingly conspicuous.