Madame, Congratulations on Your Promotion!

```

"Don't panic, it's only six o'clock now, you have two hours to get ready," Xia Xixi said calmly as she pulled up a chair to sit down.

"I've got three pieces of good news for you. First, I heard that this year's four-year celebration is going to be extra special. Originally, it was set to take place in the school auditorium, but now it's been moved to the grand theater of City S, and it will be broadcast live on TV."

Chi Xiaoyu's eyes widened in surprise, this was truly an unexpected joy.

"What's the second thing?"

"Hehe, after my relentless efforts, I finally managed to pull in our school's beauty with long legs, Xu Meimei, to model..."

After all, as they were students' graduation works, we couldn't afford professional models and had to find tall students from our school to help walk the runway. Xu Meimei was beautiful and had a great figure, with the reputation of being the school beauty. She had also worked as a part-time model over the summer holidays and frequently attended school events.

The news delighted Chi Xiaoyu so much that she hugged Xia Xixi and spun around with her on the spot.

"And the last piece of news?"

Xia Xixi chuckled mischievously, "Today I cornered that delivery boy!"

"Pfft, nice, you hooligan girl. Come clean, what did you do to him?"

In fact, Xia Xixi was also tall, with a straightforward personality, almost like a guy's, and walking on the catwalk was something she just couldn't do.

Xia Xixi's face turned red, "You're thinking too much. I just asked him what was going on with the delivery! You know it's not good to take advantage of someone like that!"

"Oh, I get it, the delivery boy has a crush on you, right?" Chi Xiaoyu said, suddenly understanding.

Xia Xixi patted Chi Xiaoyu's shoulder, "Smart, but, he's got his eyes on you, not me! The delivery guy said it was some boss who had made a deal with that 'Mist Cage Moon' restaurant, which is a fancy place where a meal costs hundreds, and he ordered a month's worth of deliveries specifically for you. But when asked who exactly the boss was, he said he didn't know, his job was just to deliver the meals. However, he did some snooping and it seems that it's a big boss from some big company, a regular in their restaurant, and also extremely handsome!"

Chi Xiaoyu thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure out who it was.

Xia Xixi suggested, "Could it be Bo Xuan? Seeing that you've been working so hard these days, maybe he secretly ordered gourmet food for you to replenish your strength?"

Chi Xiaoyu laughed at herself, "I did get a call from him this week, scolding me for making Chi Tingting cry. If he cared about me, pigs would fly!"

"Then who could it be?"

A figure flashed through Chi Xiaoyu's mind, but she quickly dismissed the thought; it couldn't be him.

"Alright, Xixi, no time to waste, let's not worry about who it is. Take this oil paper umbrella, and let's head out..."

As the night slowly fell, the grand theater of City S was brilliantly lit.

For tonight, the entire theater had been booked by the students of South University.

For them, tonight's fashion competition was the grand finale of the quadrennial festival.

It also represented the highest standard of the university...

And this year, thanks to the investment of a mysterious big company, it was even more different.

At seven forty-five.

Chi Xiaoyu and Xia Xixi arrived at the backstage make-up room.

"Xiao Yu, look, our show has actually been scheduled last, which is so infuriating! Look, Chi Tingting's work has even been placed first in line."

Xia Xixi started to complain as she picked up the program schedule because the order of appearance was very important given the large number of contestants.

The first few acts could make a strong impression on the audience, but as the show goes on, fatigue sets in, and the later acts could suffer from lower scores.

In fact, a program schedule had been drawn up a few days before, and Chi Xiaoyu's 'Mist Cage Moon' had been third in line.

But now it had been shuffled to the very end...

"The worst works should, of course, be at the end!" an arrogant laugh rang out.

```