When the commotion at the entrance caught Nan Shao’s attention again, he was once more disappointed.

This time, it was Jiang Zixi who arrived the three-time reigning School Beauty of Saint Yi Academy. She had held the title since entering the university division of Saint Yi Academy. With her pure and lovely appearance, she now wore a flowing white gown and light makeup, her shy glances reminiscent of a white lotus blooming in a clear stream, evoking an instinctive tenderness and affection from others.

Nan Shao’s disappointment stemmed from the fact that although Jiang Zixi was Saint Yi Academy’s School Beauty, she paled in comparison to Wendy in terms of beauty. If not for the presence of Hua Hudie and the others, Saint Yi Academy might have lost to Nost Institute again this year.

Nan Shao withdrew his gaze, his furrowed brows unable to conceal his anxiety. Su Mu observed his expression but merely smiled faintly, taking a silent sip of his wine before turning his eyes to the distance.

Following Jiang Zixi’s appearance, the entrance to the venue grew lively once more. This time, both Nan Shao and Su Mu showed clear surprise in their eyes.

It was Qiao Yumo from Nost Institute.

Qiao Yumo was notoriously enigmatic and rarely spoke, his handsome but aloof face almost entirely devoid of expression.

This was likely the last person either of them expected to see. After all, since Qiao Yumo’s arrival at Nost Institute, he had never shown interest in any competition or social event, let alone attended one.

However, Qiao Yumo seemed less there for the party and more for finding someone. From the moment he entered the venue, Nan Shao occasionally glanced his way, only to see him moving through the crowd with a slight frown, his eyes scanning the room.

Before long, Su Mu walked toward the two of them.

Onlookers never shy away from drama. At A University, Su Mu and Qiao Yumo had never been close, leading others to assume some unresolved conflict between them. Now, with Qiao Yumo clearly heading in Su Mu’s direction, those not on the dance floor watched curiously, secretly hoping to witness a direct confrontation between the two.

Qiao Yumo did approach Su Mu’s position, but his attention was unmistakably on Nan Shao.

“President Nan, does your school’s high school division have a new student named Jinian? A senior this year?”

“Jinian?” Nan Shao frowned.

Was this Qiao Yumo’s first time actively inquiring about someone? Su Mu watched him with mild curiosity. Noticing Nan Shao’s thoughtful expression, Qiao Yumo visibly grew impatient.

“She’s very beautiful, tall, with curly blonde hair. She’s mixed-race and likes red. If she enrolled recently, she’d probably be wearing a red dress.”

Nan Shao shook his head. “No impression.”

Qiao Yumo frowned but said nothing more, turning to leave toward the entrance.

Qiao Yumo came and went like the wind, leaving many female onlookers regretful. Yet, no one believed they had the charm or courage to stop his departure.

“Hello everybody!”

The moment Qiao Yumo left, a bright, clear voice rang out.

Everyone, including those dancing in the ballroom, turned their attention to the stage.

“Let’s get this party started!”

The girl on stage continued shouting enthusiastically.

Wearing a pink rabbit-style jumpsuit, her long hair tied into two pigtails hanging in front of her chest, she held a microphone while twisting her body in a completely rhythmless dance, occasionally shouting a few lines! Her smiling eyes curved like crescent moons, radiating warmth, and her beautiful face glowed with pure joy.

What she wore didn’t matter, and her dance moves weren’t the focus just the sight of her stunning, nation-toppling beauty and her enchanting, graceful figure was enough to set hearts racing. Everything else was trivial!

The students below, especially the boys, were genuinely hyped up along with her. Every time she let out a shout, male voices echoed in response, giving her all the support she could ask for.