Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!-Chapter 295 Lancheng High School on Fire

Sun Hong caught a glimpse of those eyes sparkling like stars and offered a coy smile.

Her artist seemed to be full of ambition.

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A luxury car stopped at the entrance of Shangyun Hotel.

Housekeeper Gu popped his head out. "Second Young Master Gu, is this the place?"

Gu Yue nodded slightly and got out of the car to walk toward the hotel, with Housekeeper Gu following behind.

He had said Miss Yun would be the national top scorer, and both Young Master and Lin Xuanze would be in the top five nationwide. Those people didn’t believe him.

Now that the rankings are released, they must be stunned.

Housekeeper Gu straightened his attire, his face tense, and as he passed the lobby on the first floor, his hurried steps came to a halt.

He stared at the names written on those cards.

He blankly called out to Gu Yue, "Second Young Master Gu, why do these names look exactly like those of the big shots from Beijing?"

Gu Yue turned around, eyes settling on the names on the cards, his handsome brows slightly furrowed, his dark eyes complex and profound.

He knew these names all too well; they were all congratulating Yun Yue...

"Gu Yue?"

The voice of Shen Xuan behind him brought Gu Yue back to the present.

Shen Xuan was dressed impeccably today, a white dress accentuating her slender figure, her long hair draping over her shoulders, graceful and endearing.

He turned around, and Shen Xuan’s gaze fell on him, his clothes unbranded but of a quality many times better than anything he had worn before, exuding a cold, aristocratic air.

Her eyes shifted, looking at his imposing face, her heart skipped a beat, she clutched at her skirt and smiled softly, whispering, "Are you here to attend my celebration banquet?"

Usually, he loved hearing her speak like this and seeing her smile from this angle. She had messaged him to come to her celebration banquet, and she had changed into a new outfit—it must be for her sake.

Housekeeper Gu stood behind Gu Yue, silently glancing at Shen Xuan.

Though the girl looked pure and amiable, her eyes were not clear, holding an indescribable disdain.

Having lived for most of his life and serving as a butler of the Gu Family, he’d seen all kinds of people. He could see through this young lady’s thoughts at a glance; only the Second Young Master seemed oblivious.

Gu Yue spoke indifferently, "No, I am here to attend Yun Yue’s celebration banquet."

After he spoke, he turned and entered the elevator, leaving Shen Xuan rooted to the spot, her smiling face slowly turning stiff, her fingernails digging into her skin.

He had denied her so bluntly.

Was this the Gu Yue she knew?

How had he changed so much in half a month, his clothes now understated luxury, with an air of noble coldness.

A vague panic started to rise within her, as if something was slipping through her fingers.

"Second Young Master Gu, who was that?" Housekeeper Gu inquired.

Gu Yue glanced at his phone; Shen Xuan had messaged him two hours ago. As the elevator arrived, he pocketed his phone, "Classmate."

Housekeeper Gu nodded slightly, originally thinking she was a classmate from class seven—so she was a schoolmate then.

"Gu Yue." Yang Xing was waiting at the elevator doors and immediately greeted him with excitement, patting his shoulder and scrutinizing his attire, teasing, "Seems like you’ve been doing well since you went home."

Back in Lan City, he wore T-shirts that cost just a few tens of yuan—now he was in custom-tailored clothes.

"Housekeeper Gu, you’re here too."

He greeted Housekeeper Gu, who responded with a nod and a smile.

"Let’s go, we’ve been waiting for you." Yang Xing pulled him a few steps then stopped again, looking at the gift bag in Housekeeper Gu’s hands, "Housekeeper Gu, Sister Yue is next door, next door is full of adults, you go ahead."

Watching the two of them enter the private room, he smiled and shook his head before carrying the gift bag into the adjacent private room.

The atmosphere in the private room was somewhat tense, all because it was occupied by several big shots.

As Housekeeper Gu stepped inside, he immediately saw Jiang Qiong, Xiao Chen, He Minzhen, and others seated right in the center.

Are these the ’big shots’ the kid mentioned?

This was more like ’the greats.’

He was utterly bewildered and quickly apologized, "I’m sorry, I entered the wrong room."

He backed out and closed the door, curious about what had brought these individuals here.

Jiang Qiong looked up at Housekeeper Xiao, "Was that just now Housekeeper Gu?"

Housekeeper Xiao was just as baffled, "I guess so." ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

Officials from Lan City seated in the private room felt like they were on pins and needles; their own mayor was quite reserved in the presence of these people, let alone them.

Each of these individuals was more dignified and refined than the last, said to be from Beijing - clear indicators of their significant stature.

"We told you Miss Yun was no simple figure," they said. "Otherwise, why would her celebration banquet attract so many bigwigs?"

Housekeeper Gu stepped out again and felt something was amiss. There were only two rooms occupied here, and besides, he had just seen Miss Yun – but why were people from the Xiao Family, the Feng Family, and the He Family all here?

Suppressing his shock, he went back inside, "I’m sorry, I’m here to deliver a congratulatory gift to Miss Yun."

Yun Yue saw him return and stood up to walk out.

"Miss Yun, this is the congratulatory gift prepared for you by our Second Young Master Gu," Housekeeper Gu handed the gift bag to Yun Yue. Lin Xiang, seeing that he was also there to offer his congratulations, quickly offered to find him a seat.

Housekeeper Gu was flattered and hastily declined.

He was just a butler; how could he possibly sit at the same table, lacking the propriety to mingle with these high-level figures?

He left the private room directly, and as Lin Xiang watched him go and wanted to persuade him to stay, He Minzhen stopped her right away, "Don’t call after him. He’s just a runner. If we really let him sit with us, he’d lose a few years off his life."

The group of people at the table covertly wiped the fine sweat off their foreheads.

They, too, felt as if their lifespans had been shortened.

Indeed, sitting at the same table with these magnates was an honor, but their imposing aura was not something ordinary people could withstand without affecting their health.

Lin Xiang had a strange look – it was just sitting down for a meal, it’s not like it could eat him up.

Housekeeper Xiao stood quietly aside, Second Young Master Gu was sending a gift to Miss Yun?

They had been sitting inside the private room the entire time, completely unaware that the lobby on the first floor of the hotel was now filled with flowers.

They also had no idea just how many big shots from Beijing Yun Yue actually knew.

The dinner went on until midnight.

After this meal, everyone would go their separate ways; gathering everyone together again would be very difficult, so none of the members of Class Seven were in a hurry to leave.

It wasn’t until two o’clock in the morning that the event finally ended, and Housekeeper Xiao, having thought of everything, had arranged for cars to take them home one by one.

The next day, all the college entrance examination results and class rankings from various schools were tallied.

Lancheng High School became an instant hit.

The top scorer in the entire nation with a perfect score and two others tied for third all hailed from Lancheng High School.

Of the top five national scorers, Lancheng High School claimed three spots.

Not only that, but this year Lancheng High School’s overall average score for the college entrance exam had risen by 140 points from the previous year—what did that signify?

More than half of the students at Lancheng High School had scores qualifying them for 985 and 211 key universities; even the lowest-scoring student had passed the admission threshold for ordinary second-tier universities.

But that was not all; the initially weakest Class Seven had turned the tables, with all students scoring over 700 points on the college exam. To say 700 points was to be modest; none had scored below 710 points, a score that could grant direct admission to Jing University.

An entire class qualifying for Jing University—what did that even mean?

Even the top classes at Beijing No.1 High School didn’t experience such an admission rate!

It was truly mind-boggling!