Shen Xuan's expression was somewhat stiff. She remembered when Yun Yue first arrived at Lan City High School, with sallow skin and a ruffian air about her from the countryside, unrefined and uncultured.
But gradually, her skin improved, and she became an honor student in the eyes of the teachers, the school beauty adored and worshipped by the boys, overshadowing her own presence.
Later on, she became the disciple of the Vice President of the Piano Association. She had thought Yun Yue could no longer compare to herself, yet suddenly, she became the chief disciple of the President of the Painting Association, then the Vice President of the Calligraphy Association, and heir to the Ji Family...
Each of her identities far outstripped her own. How could she compare to that?
Now, she couldn't even guess on what basis Yun Yue sat on the jury panel with a globally renowned professor.
She feared she might go mad with envy!
