171: Proud of You

Proud of You

Ye Jian had finished answering all the questions way before one in the afternoon. Although her mind was not occupied by the competition, she reviewed her exam paper carefully before putting down her pen.1

But she did not leave the exam room. In the eyes of the other Chinese students, her presence was very soothing. She did not get up until it was one o'clock.

She was the first Chinese student who went out of the exam room. Director Li and the other three teachers gave their student a warm and encouraging hug one by one. "Good girl, we are proud of you."

"And I will not let you down," said Ye Jian, smiling. Now that she could live her life once again, she would not let any wonderful things slip away from her.

This was the life she needed! She could create unlimited miracles in her limited lifetime!

"Ye Jian, we believe that our whole country will be proud of you!" said Director Li, deeply approving this incredible girl from the depths of his heart.

Did the ranking in the competition not matter? Actually, it did!

But it was not about gaining fame or wealth! It was a chance to prove to the world that Chinese students could be as good as those from other countries!

Someday, if someone didn't care about rankings anymore, it would mean that he had reached a peak with no rivals.

After hugging the teachers, the students hugged with one another. In a foreign country, they could only feel a true sense of belonging when spending time with people from their home country.

As the Vietnamese students walked out from the exam room, they seemed a bit pale. After walking past Ye Jian, a boy paused his pace with a hostile look in his eyes. He was the one who had conflicts with the Chinese students before. "It's too early for you to feel happy!" he said in heavily-accented English.

This time, he didn't have the guts to call them "invaders" anymore. And Ye Jian was not the girl who always suffered in silence any longer. She would not make a compromise, especially at a moment like this.

Staring at the boy with a sharp and cold look in her eyes, she sneered. "That's none of your business. We are happy all the time."

"Two more days to go. Let's see who will win in the end!" said the boy fiercely. More and more students were exiting the exam room, and his teachers were waiting for him in the front, so he walked away after that trash-talk.

Although the boy had left, Ye Jian gave him her answer anyway. "Take care then. Let's wait and see," she said slowly.

The Chinese students, who had heard the whole conversation, smiled and gave Ye Jian a thumbs-up.

It was a virtue to be polite and gentle. But if anyone bullied you and you happened to have the strength to strike back, you must show no mercy to the bully!

The smile on Ye Jian's face was as bright as the sunshine. Looking at her, Gao Yiyang, who always had an indifferent countenance, gave a smile as well.

Just like in school, she would take revenge on those who bullied her.

His impression of Ye Jian, who seemed like a fragile and obedient girl, was getting vague. Sometimes he wondered if that was just an illusion. The real Ye Jian was bright, confident, and attractive.

But he didn't hug Ye Jian as freely as the other students did. Instead, he said to Director Li, "My father will arrive in about 10 minutes so I probably will have lunch with him."

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