Chapter 551: The Most Beautiful Campus Belle Competition! Lu Fan Mobilizes All Group Employees to Vote!

Jiang Silu wiped her tears, scrolled to Lu Fan’s chat window, typed a line, and deleted it.

She typed another line, and deleted it again.

Finally, she sent one message: [Dad, I won an award! National Young Landscape Designers Competition, Second Prize!]

After sending it, she scrolled to Jiang Yixia’s chat window and sent another message: [Mom, I won an award! National Second Prize!]

Done, she pressed her phone to her chest and lay down to wait.

The phone BUZZED.

She picked it up and saw Lu Fan’s reply: [Good, Dad is proud of you.]

It BUZZED again. It was Jiang Yixia’s reply: [Good job, I’ll call you tonight.]

Jiang Silu looked at the two messages, pressed her phone to her chest again, and closed her eyes.

Song Miaomiao was the first to wake up. She poked her head out from under her blanket and saw Jiang Silu lying in bed with her eyes wide open and a smile on her lips. Curious, she asked, “Silu, why are you up so early?”

“Miaomiao, I won an award.” Jiang Silu turned her head to look at her.

“What award?” Song Miaomiao rubbed her eyes.

“National Young Landscape Designers Competition, Second Prize.” Jiang Silu’s voice trembled slightly.

Song Miaomiao froze for a second, then jumped out of bed, not even caring when her blanket slid onto the floor. She lunged to the side of Jiang Silu’s bed, grabbed her hands, and said excitedly, “Really? Silu, you’re amazing!”

Lu Yao, woken by the noise, rolled over. She muttered, “What are you doing?” and closed her eyes again.

“Lu Yao! Silu won a huge award!” Song Miaomiao yelled.

Lu Yao’s eyes shot open. She sat up, her hair as messy as a bird’s nest. She looked at Song Miaomiao, then at Jiang Silu, and asked, “What award?”

“National Young Landscape Designers Competition, Second Prize!” Song Miaomiao answered for her.

Lu Yao leaped out of bed and ran barefoot to Jiang Silu’s side. She threw her arms around her and laughed. “Silu! You’re incredible! A national Second Prize! That’s nationwide!”

Liu Shiting woke up as well. With a smile on her lips, she looked at Jiang Silu and said happily, “Congratulations, Silu.”

Surrounded by them, Jiang Silu blushed and smiled. “Thank you, thank you all.”

“No, we have to celebrate today.” Lu Yao smacked the bed frame. “Lunch at the cafeteria is on me. An extra chicken leg for everyone.”

“So stingy, just one chicken leg?” Song Miaomiao laughed.

“Two, then.” Lu Yao waved her hand grandly.

The group burst into laughter.

Jiang Silu had classes in the morning, but as she sat in the classroom, her mind was elsewhere. The professor was lecturing on landscape history at the podium, but she didn’t hear a single word. Her head was full of the message Elder Meng had sent.

The dismissal bell rang. She packed up her things and was just about to head out when her phone BUZZED.

It was a call from their counselor, Teacher Chen.

“Silu, congratulations!” Teacher Chen’s voice came through the line, brimming with unconcealed joy. “Director Wang sent a message in the department’s group chat. You need to check it right now.”

Hanging up, Jiang Silu opened the grade’s main group chat. Dozens of new messages had already flooded the screen. She scrolled up and saw Director Wang’s message.

Director Wang: [Warm congratulations to our department’s student, Jiang Silu, for winning the Second Prize in the National Young Landscape Designers Competition! This is the best result a student from our department has achieved in a national-level competition in recent years. I hope all students will take her as a role model, study diligently, and bravely scale new heights.]

A long string of replies followed.

“Congratulations, junior!”

“The pride of the Landscape Department!”

“So amazing, bowing down to the master.”

“Senior, please carry me!”

“Awesome, you brought glory to the Landscape Department.”

Jiang Silu read through them one by one, her face growing redder by the second.

Song Miaomiao leaned over and saw her phone screen. “Silu, you’re a celebrity in the Landscape Department now,” she teased.

“Stop spouting nonsense.” Jiang Silu put her phone away.

“I’m not,” Song Miaomiao said seriously. “Look at all those people in the group chat. Most of them never talk, but they all popped up today.”

Lu Yao walked up from behind and threw an arm around Jiang Silu’s shoulders. “Let’s go, celebrity. Time to eat. Two chicken legs, just like we agreed. No backing out.”

“When have I ever backed out?” Jiang Silu laughed.

At noon in the cafeteria, Jiang Silu sat down with her lunch tray. She had just taken a bite of food when Lu Yao suddenly slapped the table, brimming with excitement. “Oh right, let me tell you guys something.”

“What is it?” Song Miaomiao asked, her words muffled around a mouthful of rice.

“The school’s confession wall is holding a ‘Most Beautiful Campus Belle’ contest, and I signed Silu up,” Lu Yao said with a grin. “Everyone, go vote!”

Jiang Silu froze and looked up at Lu Yao. “When did you sign me up? Why didn’t I know about this?”

“Just now, when you guys went to get soup,” Lu Yao said self-righteously. “You’re so pretty. It’d be a shame if you didn’t compete.”

“I’m not doing it.” Jiang Silu blushed. “What’s the point of comparing something like that?”

“How is it pointless?” Lu Yao put down her chopsticks, looking serious. “Look at the other contestants. They’re all from the Art Department or the Media Department, all dressed up to the nines. Our Landscape Department can’t lose to them.”

Song Miaomiao nodded in agreement. “Exactly! Silu, you’re way prettier than they are.”

Liu Shiting didn’t say a word, but she took out her phone, opened the voting page, cast a vote, and then showed her screen to Jiang Silu. “I voted.”

Looking at the three of them, Jiang Silu sighed in resignation. “Fine, do whatever you want.”

Lu Yao cheered and stood up with her tray, shouting to the students she knew at the surrounding tables, “Sisters, brothers, help vote for my roommate! The confession wall’s ‘Most Beautiful Campus Belle’ contest, contestant number 12, Jiang Silu! Just move your fingers and vote when you get back!”

The students nearby laughed and agreed.