Chapter 201: Business Competition

In the blink of an eye, it was mid-October.

After the monthly exam, the atmosphere in Class A had not yet fully relaxed.

Liu Yunmi strode in wearing high heels, holding a stack of forms printed with bold gold characters.

She shoved the forms into Bai Yun's arms, signaling her to hand them out quickly, then cleared her throat and spoke up:

"The school is joining forces with XY Group to hold the first Business Competition; anyone can join with no barriers. Interested young masters and misses can give it a try—specific requirements are clearly written on the form."

As her words fell, the classroom, which had been murmuring, instantly stirred with a small commotion.

Many people couldn't wait to scan the contents on the form.

Mu Youyu pinched the freshly delivered registration form with her fingertips; her eyes first landed on the bold header reading "Lan Lin's First Business Competition, Open to All Students."

She paused, then instinctively glanced at the signature line at the bottom.

In the lower‑right corner, the organizer field boldly printed: XY Group's person in charge, CEO Song Ze yi.

Her eyes flickered slightly as she fell into a brief reverie.

Song Ze yi was the personal bodyguard and trusted aide of her dragon‑phoenix twin older brother—so close he could be called her brother's right and left hand.

His opinion was exactly that of Xin Xin older brother.

Why did my brother suddenly show up at school to run a business competition?

Suppressing her suspicions, she turned her gaze back to the middle of the form, where the details read:

All students may form teams freely; each team member receives ten thousand yuan in startup funding and must complete the full entrepreneurial process—from project planning to on‑the‑ground operation—within one month.

The champion prize is 500,000, runner‑up 400,000, third place 200,000, and an excellence award comes with an additional 100,000 yuan support fund.

The substantial prize money instantly raised the volume of discussion in the classroom.

"Five‑hundred‑thousand prize? XY is really going all out!" someone exclaimed, excitement evident in their tone.

At once someone nearby scoffed, offhandedly saying, "Five hundred thousand? That's not even a fraction of the pocket money my dad gives me."

"You can't say that," another countered, "leveraging ten thousand in startup funds into a project—that's where the real skill lies."

"Can we form teams across grades? I want to rope in some senior upperclassmen."

"Who is Song Ze yi again? The name rings a bell."

"..."

"Mr. Song Ze yi might not be familiar to everyone."

Liu Yunmi smiled and explained, "He's an outstanding graduate of Y Guo's International College and the person in charge of XY Group's CEO! This competition aims to give everyone a practical opportunity to hone their business thinking and operational skills."

"!!"

"Such an impressive identity?"

"XY Group? That sounds like the company of our older sister Yu Yu's brother."

"I recall, I recall—our older sister Yu Yu's brother founded the SY Group and AY Group! XY seems to be the venture of our older sister Yu Yu's prodigy brother."

The discussion kept growing; Liu Yunmi raised her hand to press down and dropped an even bigger piece of news: "By the way, Nan Feng Middle School next door also received the competition notice—this time it's a showdown between the two schools."

"!!"

As soon as she said that, the students below became even more excited.

Lan Lin and Nan Feng, as C City's two top elite aristocratic high schools, have always been rivals—whether in academic contests or sports leagues, they've never stopped competing.

Now the business competition lies before them, having become a new battlefield for the two schools to measure their strength.

"Great—does this mean Lan Lin will finally get to beat Nan Feng?"

"Lan Lin will surely win!! Young Master Jiang, go for it!"

"Sign up, sign up—we must sign up!"

Amid the chatter, Jiang Liangjin turned his head, his gaze landing on Mu Youyu's slightly dazed profile; he tapped her desk lightly with a fingertip and asked, "Will you join?"

Mu Youyu laughed, "Of course I have to—can't let our Class A fall behind."

"No matter what, let's sign up first and talk later."

Just then, the phone on her desk buzzed—a message from Mu Xin: "Dear, have fun at the competition; I've left you a little surprise—don't forget to check it."

Mu Youyu raised an eyebrow and replied with a cute "No cheating" emoticon sticker.

Jiang Liangjin caught a glimpse of her phone screen and chuckled lightly: "Is your brother planning to give you a backdoor?"

"No way!" Mu Youyu snorted, pocketed her phone, and declared, "I'll win on my own merit."

Jiang Liangjin ruffled her hair, his tone indulgent: "All right, I'll keep you company."

Their unselfconscious interaction fell into the eyes of Yu Ci behind them.

He was idly spinning a pen in one hand, hadn't examined the rules on the form closely, when a sudden flash of inspiration struck—he slapped the desk, his voice ringing loud enough to draw everyone's attention.

"Each person gets ten thousand—so a hundred people would be a million. Why worry about insufficient funds? Ah Nan, let's gather a hundred‑person team!"

This startup fund is a guaranteed win!

With his Yu Family connections, assembling a hundred‑person team at Lan Lin is practically effortless.

The more he thought about it, the more brilliant his idea seemed; he looked at those nearby, wearing an expression that said 'quick, praise me.'

It was as if he could already see the million‑yuan startup fund and the five‑hundred‑thousand‑yuan prize beckoning to him.

Gu Xingnan, Jiang Liangjin, Mu Youyu: "…"