Chapter 146

Qiao Su was being talked back to by four people, and also being sized up by everyone, she only felt her face burning hot.

In the end, she could only keep a grim face, glare fiercely at Mu Youyu, turn and stride away in her high heels.

Having dealt with the uninvited guest, Mu Youyu turned to Professor Yu, gave a slight smile, and politely said, "As for the forum invitation you mentioned… thank you for your kindness, but my work will be displayed in the C position of the main exhibition area at that time, and Professor Lin has already arranged it."

Around them came a faint intake of breath.

Everyone knows the main exhibition area is the most important zone of the forum; only a handful of highly regarded artists can display their work there.

But…

"Wait, isn't that Miss Mu? How did she also come?" Someone in the crowd suddenly recognized Mu Youyu, tone surprised.

After all, the public banquet yesterday was held in C Shi; most people here are aware of it, and some even went to see it in person!

"I just looked and thought it was her! But I didn't dare to be sure!"

"That brown hair, and Young Master Jiang's red hair—when they stand together, plus Miss Mu's fraternal twin brother—how could anyone not recognize them?"

"That little girl is also bold—how dare she confront Miss Mu head-on?"

"You don't get it, do you? That Miss Qiao came from another city, and she's full of secrets…"

"……"

Professor Yu, hearing Mu Youyu say those things about Qiao Su, also guessed her identity.

The person who won the gold medal in the international art competition two years ago isn't it Professor Lin's closed-door disciple?

He laughed heartily, "Good! No wonder he's the one Professor Lin favored! Then at the forum the day after tomorrow, I'll be sure to appreciate your other works properly!"

After he spoke, a heavily made-up girl stepped out from the crowd, wearing a pink dress, with wavy hair, looking both charming and flamboyant.

She quickly walked up to Professor Yu, linked her arm with his, and spoke in a slightly coquettish tone: "Uncle! Since Miss Mu doesn't want this slot, why not let me invite a friend? I think her paintings are comparable to Miss Mu's!"

Professor Yu let out a sound, then helplessly pulled the girl toward the deeper part of the exhibition hall, muttering, "Xiao Ling, don't mess around…"

Mu Youyu hearing that address felt inexplicably familiar, though she didn't think much of it.

She turned her head to look at the two beside her, a smile in her eyes, "Come on, let's go look at the other paintings?"

Jiang Liangjin nodded, his gaze gentle, "All right, I'll follow your lead."

The next day.

The weekend break passed.

Mu Youyu was sent to school by Mu Nian, Mu Xi, and Mu Xin.

After comforting them as usual, she lifted her foot and headed upstairs.

As expected, along the way she again encountered everyone's gazes.

There was curiosity, envy, and some feelings hard to put into words.

She was used to it, merely quickening her steps.

Approaching Class A, the students fell silent in unison; those who had left their seats returned and sat down.

Gazes turned toward her one by one, openly excited.

As usual, they began their questioning.

"Sister Yu, you're amazing, aren't you? Or are you the direct-line princess of Y Guo?"

Except for a few who aren't from aristocratic families, most of the class went to the banquet the day before.

But at the time, as the main figure, Mu Youyu either gave a speech on stage, or after stepping down was surrounded by elders and dignitaries, and then went straight backstage.

They simply had no chance to step forward and talk.

Moreover, they sent too many messages in the group chat, and Mu Youyu didn't reply! They were practically bursting with frustration!

A girl clasped her hands, face full of envy, sobbing, "Wuwuwuwu, Sister Yu, in my next life I'll be reborn just to meet your standard!".

"Sister Yu, with your status—thirteen brothers, Y Guo's royal family as your backing, plus the Jiang, Mu, Song, and Shen families—you could walk sideways internationally!"

Mu Youyu, accustomed to it, walked to her seat while giving a bland reply, "No need."

Why would she need to walk sideways?

"And more!" the boy next to her chimed in, voice tinged with excitement, "Duke Paveika himself has such an aura! My dad says he's on such good terms with Y Guo's royal family they can discuss state affairs—could he really be your maternal grandfather?"

"Yes." Mu Youyu nodded, tone calm.

A girl asked curiously, "Sister Yu, are Song Yan and Lu Yuchu really paternal cousins?"

Bai Yun couldn't help but interject, "Chu Chu already posted on Weibo, and even Song Zong reposted it—how could it be fake?"

Lu Yuchu posted a Weibo the day his identity was made public; his father, Song Huai of the Song Clan conglomerate—also Mu Youyu's third uncle—personally reposted it and commented, "【Son, if you can't make it in showbiz, come back and be CEO.】"

Song Yan is the same! Except his father didn't join the commentary.

Everyone suddenly understood, and someone else asked, "When will the third season of the movie they co-star in come out? Now that their identities are exposed, will they keep filming? Sister Yu, you'd know, right?"

Bai Yun, hearing this question, also turned her gaze to her.

Mu Youyu shook her head and answered honestly, "I'm not sure; I haven't asked much about their work."

Just as she sat down, her backpack not yet set down, she was again surrounded by a circle of people.

"Sister Yu, you're way too calm!"

A girl clutched her chest, face incredulous, "If it were me, having your status and thirteen brothers so protective of you…"

"No, one is enough! If I had just one, I'd wish to grow a hundred legs, hop around before everyone, and tell them who I am!"

Mu Youyu heard that and smiled helplessly.

She truly didn't understand why she would deliberately exaggerate her identity to tell unrelated people.

But having said that, her identity is already public; if someone asks, she'll still answer.

Jiang Liangjin took her backpack, set it down, pulled out the yogurt she usually drinks from the drawer, skillfully inserted the straw and handed it over, meanwhile blocking the crowd pushing forward, "Don't crowd her."

Just as he spoke, his words were still that effective.

Those around heard it, instinctively stepping back half a step, and the noisy atmosphere immediately faded a bit.

Xia Chaoyi took the lead and said: "All right, all right, Brother Jin, we won't disturb you!".

Everyone else also returned to their own spots.

Mu Youyu saw his face instantly break into a sweet smile, casually took the yogurt, and called out, "A Jin!"