Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 132 Da Lao is Beautiful and Cool

Chapter 132: Chapter 132 Da Lao is Beautiful and Cool

"Hahaha! Adorably dumb!"

Class 7 burst into laughter, with Yun Yue sitting in the front, striking a cool and imposing pose as the beauty standard of the class.

She sat in the chair with a casual stance, exuding a rebellious air from her bones.

"Alright, alright, everyone take off your masks for a while, and put them back on immediately after the photo."

They took off their masks, stuffing them into their pockets, since the masks interfered with their good looks.

"Just follow my commands when answering," Rong Li said with a smile.

"Is the boss cool or what?"

"Cool!"

"Is the boss beautiful or what?"

"Beautiful!"

"Long live the boss!"

"Happy graduation!"

"We love you, boss!"

Class 7’s voices were deafening, reverberating throughout the entire school building as they all laughed joyously, each flashing their big white teeth.

The goofy ones acted goofy, the aloof ones stayed aloof; everyone struck their favorite poses.

Li Hongsheng relentlessly captured the moments with his camera. It had to be said that Class 7 was indeed the class with the highest good looks in the entire First Middle School.

The boys were handsome, and the girls were pretty.

Especially Yun Yue, who alone raised the attractiveness of the entire class by a notch or two.

Crowds had gathered outside to watch, and at that moment, seeing Class 7 laughing and joking like siblings, they all felt envious.

They only got along well with a few classmates in their classes, unlike Class 7, where the entire class got along famously—quite a rarity.

Such a class would undoubtedly become a legend of First Middle School, passing down stories to future generations even after they graduated.

After the photo was taken, Rong Li ran over to grab the camera, and seeing that the shots were pretty good, she smiled and said, "Thanks, Director Li."

"Can I take it down now?" he asked, afraid that they might rush up and kick him if he didn’t get their permission.

"Go ahead, take it down." They crowded around Rong Li, pushing Li Hongsheng off the platform.

Li Hongsheng scowled, but regained his smile a second later. After all, this group was the future of Jing University—he had to tolerate them!

His promotion and salary increase depended on them!

The more he looked, the more appealing they seemed, especially Yun Yue, who laughed until her mouth stayed open.

The treasure of First Middle School!

Luckily for the principal’s wise decision, otherwise who knows which school would have benefited.

Lucky for him being hard of hearing too, Class 7 should thank him.

If he hadn’t misunderstood, Yun Yue would have been in Class 1.

Without their hindrance, the two workers quickly dismantled the blackboard and carried it away.

"Class 7 is acting up again, are they trying to demolish the school building with their loud voices?" Liang Qian couldn’t stand it anymore, and ran out into the hallway to see, planning to have a serious talk with Class 7!

They think the school is their home!

Such loud voices, how could anyone study!

Seeing that a crowd had gathered outside Class 7, each craning their necks to peek inside.

Li Hongsheng came out with two workers, hands clasped behind his back, looking spirited.

She glanced back and saw it was the bulletin board that had beaten their class’s board in the contest; her face darkened.

"Director Li, what are you doing?" she asked.

Li Hongsheng was in a good mood and stopped to explain, "You see, I found out Yun Yue painted this bulletin board. Who knows, she might be the top scorer of this year’s college entrance exam. I decided to preserve this bulletin board; it looks nice anyway, and I’ll use it for an exhibition later."

After saying that, he hummed a tune and swayed his shoulders as he walked away.

Liang Qian stared at the bulletin board, wishing she could punch a hole through it.

She stomped her foot in frustration and walked into Class 1.

Shen Xuan was sitting by the window. Class 1 was very quiet after class, and Director Li’s words had all funneled into her ears.

Her painting could be used for a specimen and exhibition, but hers couldn’t?!

After all, her painting had won first place in the citywide competition. Just wait until she got into the Piano Association and under the tutelage of Master Yao Nan, you’ll regret it!

The bell for class rang, but Shen Xuan couldn’t bring herself to focus on her books and asked Liu Xiaoyan for leave to practice piano in the art building.

The assessment was in just a couple of days, and she needed to practice as much as possible.

Although Liu Xiaoyan felt it disrupted studies, she knew Shen Xuan had good grades and her arts score alone could get her into Jing University. It would be even better if she got into the Piano Association, so she agreed to her request.

Faint piano sounds drifted from the art building; they knew Shen Xuan was practicing.

They didn’t expect her to be so diligent, skipping classes to practice piano. It seemed she was determined to succeed.

Later that evening at home.

Lin Xiang, aware of her habit of not drying her hair, had bought her a drying cap that worked pretty well.

Yun Yue, wearing a baggy pajama, leaned against a fluffy bear, the neckline open, exposing half of her shoulder, her skin porcelain white.

"Yun Yue, I’ll be going to the Piano Association’s assessment in a few days. Are you coming?" asked Ruan Yingtong in the video, wearing a cute pajama and sporting a face mask.

"Do you want me to come?" she raised an eyebrow at her.

"Of course, you’ll cheer me on," Ruan Yingtong widened her eyes and made a cute face. The face mask slipped off; she just peeled it off and continued messing with skincare bottles on her face.

"Do you even need me to cheer for you?" teased Yun Yue, her words filled with confidence in her.

She had reached level ten in piano by the age of ten.

Back then, they were both broke. Luckily, she took on some gigs, and Yun Yue occasionally entered competitions for prize money, eventually buying her the first piano.

It took pulling some major strings to procure it at an auction for 225 million, a crystal piano, the most expensive in the world.

But she couldn’t just put it in her house. She bought her an apartment near the school, and as soon as school was out, she’d rush back to practice.

Over the years, she had composed many pieces, all created for her.

Her temperament was irritable, and sometimes she had insomnia; her music could soothe her anger and even help her sleep. She usually listened to her music or albums through headphones.

"Of course, I need it; you’d be idle at school anyway. You might as well come to Beijing and have fun," Ruan Yingtong said with a pleading smile. "Just come, I miss you, and I’ve grown taller recently."

Just last week, she finished filming her part in "Molan Pavilion," and this past week she was all in on practicing piano to get her groove back.

"Alright, I can’t deal with you, I’ll come find you then," Yun Yue reluctantly agreed.

"Hehe," Ruan Yingtong stuck out her tongue and continued talking.

"When you come, you can listen to my new piece live; it’s really good. Sister Sun said if I could get into the Piano Association, it would really boost my scores. I’d definitely attract a bunch of new fans."

"By the way, that piece you sent me last time indeed had a segment that’s quite similar to mine but a bit different. I guess it might just be a similar style. Where did you hear it?"

Yun Yue patiently listened, never stopping what she was doing with her hands.

She didn’t realize that a face could involve more than ten steps.

The skincare products Lin Xiang bought her seemed rather fewer now.

"Oh, I just happened to record it when I heard it. Since you think it’s not a problem, then let’s not worry about it," Yun Yue didn’t want to drag the conversation towards irrelevant people. It was rare that Ruan Yingtong found time to call her; usually, a message would take days to get a reply, and seeing her in person was even rarer.

It seems being an actress wasn’t so easy, constantly running between this film crew, that variety show, this ad campaign. She’s still growing; she better not wear herself out.