CHAPTER 534: 210 GOLD MEDALISTS_3

Yan Lu’s gaze swept past Leng Yunyang, who was sitting by the aisle, almost forgetting about this person.

Could it be that this young master didn’t snag a single medal? That’d be a bit pitiful.

The one presenting the silver medal was the chairman of the committee, a refined man in his forties.

Hanging the medal personally around Yu Ruohuan’s neck, the man lowered his voice and smiled, "Miss Yu, congratulations."

Behind the polished exterior hid a heart eager to please.

However, this time, his flattery hit the wrong note. Yu Ruohuan glanced at him expressionlessly, her eyelids lowering.

The man, met with indifference, awkwardly handed her the certificate and moved on to the next recipient.

The silver medalist announcement by the chairman had everyone speculating what level of authority would present the gold medal.

Once the silver medalist stepped off the stage, the event transitioned to the most exhilarating moment of the day.

The audience seating had a noticeable ripple of tension among the students.

A man in his early thirties walked up to the podium. He was dressed in a tailored suit, exuding none of the overindulgence typical of someone in a high position. His tall and slender figure possessed a crisp and polished air. What stood out even more was his elegant and composed demeanor—graceful yet impeccable in appearance.

The crowd below stirred noticeably.

There was one section in particular that stood out.

The students from De Ren Middle School.

"It’s such a pleasure to meet everyone in a place as beautiful as this," he began.

His opening line drew enthusiastic applause from the audience.

A man with striking looks and a unique charisma naturally has an aura about him, especially when teenage boys and girls are his audience.

"Allow me to introduce myself. I am the head of the grading team for this Winter Camp. My name is Xie Feng."

The applause grew even louder.

"The exam questions this time around were full of challenges, especially the final problem. I’m sure there were candidates cursing the problem setters silently in their hearts. Don’t deny it—I’m confident you’ve all done it."

The audience, caught off guard by the remark, chuckled awkwardly.

Yet the speaker’s light-hearted humor subtly eased their nerves.

"The great physicist Einstein once said that God does not concern Himself with our mathematical difficulties; He casually unites all things. Mathematician Cantor also said the essence of mathematics lies in its freedom—it is the infinite science. What I saw through this examination was more of your potential and boundless possibilities. This is truly commendable. I hope in the future, you will carry this spirit forward to explore even higher realms of human wisdom."

The audience erupted in applause.

Xie Feng held up a sealed envelope, showing the wax seal on its flap to the audience before opening it in full view of everyone.

He pulled out a sheet of paper with the gold medalists’ names recorded on it.

Yu Ruohuan stared intently, as it was also the Young Talent Class list.

Adjusting the microphone, Xie Feng finally announced the first name.

"Gu Bichen."

At the mention of this surname, the hall fell silent for a moment.

Gu Bichen froze momentarily before standing up under Liu Runxi’s gentle congratulations.

Everyone’s attention fell on the upright and poised young man.

Teenagers are typically brimming with vitality, but also often awkward in their growth phase, burdened by heavy workloads. Most sport thick glasses over their noses, show pallid, drained complexions, or carry shoulders weighed down by overloaded backpacks.

But this young man was an exception, reminding people of that overused phrase: "As a gentleman stands tall like jade, unparalleled in his grace."

Overdone? Perhaps. But fitting nonetheless.

"Leng Yunyang."

Another tall and striking young man—towering over six feet—stood up. This boy carried an innate friendliness, beaming as he waved to the entire crowd.

His alluring eyes sparkled mischievously, leaving a trail of swooning admirers wherever his gaze landed.

The audience soon noticed both boys were seated in the same row. What kind of divine school produced these students? Tall, handsome geniuses who also happened to be academic champions.

Then Xie Feng continued to read several more names in succession.

When Cheng Xuyuan’s name was called, Gao Yuyue whipped her head around.

"You sly fox! You’ve been hiding your skills!"

Cheng Xuyuan chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. "Just lucky, just lucky."

"Kong Yucheng, Yuan Tingfang, Cao Shuxiao..."

The names were unfamiliar, but individuals across different sections of the audience began standing up in response.

"...Jiang Yumo, Liu Runxi."

Gao Yuyue had been counting on her fingers, and as she reached Liu Runxi, the total came to nineteen.

Liu Runxi glanced at Shen You’an, a barely perceptible smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and rose with composure.

Years of being classmates had given him unparalleled insight into Shen You’an’s capabilities.

The final slot—there was no one else it could be but her.

Perfect. Once again, his name stood right next to hers.

No one could tell that the boy, who seemed as indifferent as the moon, was sending faint ripples through his heart from this small victory of calculation.

As Liu Runxi rose, another murmur rippled through the crowd.

Which school was this row from, anyway? Three gold medalists already, and all of them were tall, attractive boys.

At this point, Xie Feng deliberately paused—one couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not.

The final slot was clearly for the overall top scorer of this year’s CMO. But who would claim it?

Gao Yuyue was nervously clutching Shen You’an. "An’an, what do we do? What do we do...?"

Shen You’an remained calm, even taking out her phone to respond to a message from Qi Baotan in the meantime.