Urban Super Almighty Student

Chapter 121 - Winning the Championship

As the crowd waited with bated breath, the name of the third-place contestant slowly appeared on the screen.

“The third place goes to Ming Yue from the University of Finance and Economics, with 961 points.”

“Ming Yue's score has already exceeded last year's top score.”

“Goddess, you're the best.”

“Ming Yue, I love you.”

“Ye Hao has made it into the top two. I have a feeling that Ye Hao might just clinch the title of champion.”

“I get that feeling too.”

“Ye Hao has always had the talent, okay? If he hadn't missed the last exam, he would've definitely beaten Faang Wen.”

Faang Wen, overhearing the surrounding conversations, saw his handsome face cloud over with a dark expression.

“Damn it.”

Anger surged within Faang Wen.

Regardless of Faang Wen's inner turmoil, his name appeared on the screen.

Second place was awarded to Faang Wen from Riverbank Academy, with 975 points.

The students gasped in amazement at Faang Wen's score.

“975 points.”

“That's just monstrously high!”

“In the last decade, Faang Wen's score is the highest.”

Rage simmered in Faang Wen's eyes.

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Why?

Why couldn't he claim the title of champion with such a high score?

At that moment, a shower of petals graced the screen, and amidst them, Ye Hao's name took center stage.

The champion was Ye Hao from Riverdale College, with 997 points.

“Ye Hao has set a new record.”

“I doubt anyone will match Ye Hao's record in the next century.”

“This score is beyond insane.”

“What a miracle.”

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“Ye Hao's achievement is the fulfillment of everyone's expectations.”

“Ye Hao is the true champion.”

Ye Hao's name was once again on everyone's lips, spreading far and wide.

Weyphia City even splashed the news across its headlines.

Ye Hao had proven with his performance who the real genius was.

Xie Ning stared at Ye Hao's score, too astonished to speak.

“With such a score, who could blame him for being a bit arrogant?” Lee Qianqian turned to Xie Ning.

Xie Ning, mouth agape, finally spoke, “Don't forget our bet. If you don't make it into one of the top six elite universities, you can kiss your chances of being with Ye Hao goodbye.”

“Who I choose to be with is not your decision,” Lee Qianqian gently shook her head and said, “I've been compromising because I respect you as my mother. But if you think that gives you the right to control me indefinitely, you're mistaken.”

“When I can't stand it any longer, I'll walk out that door, and you can write off ever seeing me again.”

Xie Ning's face went through a series of changes.

The principal of Spring Hill School, upon seeing Ye Hao's top scores, was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face.

He was acutely aware that surpassing Oak Park High was no longer a distant dream—it could very well become a reality during his leadership.

Guo Xiu watched the admired figure before her, tears slowly tracing down her cheeks.

“Zhiguo, our son is truly the champion.”

“Our son is the true champion,” Ye Zhiguo acknowledged, knowing that Guo Xiu had always been pained by Ye Hao's absence from the Dragon List.

But this time, Ye Hao had proven his worth by resoundingly outperforming Faang Wen.

Ye Dongzhi watched Ye Hao ascend the podium under the watchful eyes of the crowd and whispered to himself, “That's my grandson.”

After a moment's thought, Ye Dongzhi picked up the phone to call Ye Zhiguo.

He dialed five times within half an hour, but there was no answer.

“Situ Qiu, where's your phone?” Ye Dongzhi got up and walked into the living room.

Situ Qiu, seeing Ye Dongzhi approach, quickly hung up her phone, appearing somewhat panicked.

Ye Dongzhi stepped closer and demanded, “Who were you calling?”

“I wasn't calling anyone,” Situ Qiu replied, her voice quivering.

“Hand over your phone,” Ye Dongzhi insisted, moving closer.

Situ Qiu tucked her phone behind her, refusing to hand it over.

“You haven't been in touch with that man again, have you?” Ye Dongzhi said, advancing quickly and snatching the phone from Situ Qiu's hands. He checked the call log and saw an unmarked number.

He hit the redial button, and within seconds, the call connected.

“Dear, why did you suddenly hang up?” Ye Dongzhi's eyes reddened at this, and he slapped Situ Qiu.

There was a sudden realization on the other end of the line, and the call was abruptly cut off.

“I can't believe you're still in touch with him?” Ye Dongzhi roared like a lion ready to pounce.

“What's wrong with us being in love?” Situ Qiu retorted, standing up swiftly.

“What did you just say?”

“If it hadn't been for you, I would've been with Michael long ago,” Situ Qiu spat out bitterly.

Situ Qiu had lost all restraint.

“Do you realize that Michael is just toying with you?” Ye Dongzhi shouted in anger. “There's a twenty-year age gap between you two. How could he possibly be serious about you?”

“But I've experienced a kind of affection from him that I've never felt before,” Situ Qiu replied, undaunted.

Ye Dongzhi was utterly infuriated.

His fists pummeled Situ Qiu relentlessly, her cries of agony soon drawing the attention of the nannies.

The nannies struggled to restrain Ye Dongzhi.

Soon after, Ye Zhimin and his family arrived.

Upon seeing Situ Qiu unconscious, Ye Zhimin immediately rushed her to the hospital.

“The patient has significant bleeding in the cranial cavity and internal bleeding in the liver. She requires immediate surgery,” the doctor announced after a quick examination.

“Then perform the surgery,” they urged.

But when it came time to settle the bill, Ye Zhimin's family was shocked.

All the money from Ye Dongzhi's savings account and bank card was gone.

Hearing this, Ye Dongzhi's head spun, and he collapsed.

Ye Zhimin hastily had Ye Dongzhi taken to the emergency room.

Ye Zhimin was seething with frustration, now burdened with the medical bills.

“Why should our family be the ones to cover all the medical expenses?” Xu Wenming asked indignantly.

“If not us, then who?” Ye Zhimin sighed.

“Zhiguo.”

“You know as well as I do what Zhiguo's family situation is like.”

“Ye Hao is about to win a prize of five million yuan,” Xu Wenming interjected.

“Five million yuan?” Ye Zhimin echoed, taken aback.

“Just check the news; it's all over the headlines,” Xu Wenming insisted.