The two walked side by side toward the school auditorium.
The auditorium was exceptionally grand today. The stage was draped in deep red velvet, and the school's leadership had already taken their seats. The prime seats in front of the stage were reserved for this year's top graduates.
Xu Wuyi spotted Zeng Bonan immediately.
Zeng Bonan saw him too and walked over, his face beaming with irrepressible joy.
"Wuyi." Zeng Bonan's voice was steadier than usual, but the light in his eyes betrayed his mood. "Congratulations. Provincial champion. It's a well-deserved title."
"Thanks," Xu Wuyi replied. He could sense a change in Zeng Bonan's presence; it was more refined than during the Martial Arts College Entrance Examination. "You too. Congratulations."
He knew Zeng Bonan's situation.
