Chapter 487: Well-matched families, a match made by heaven

Amidst the chatter and laughter, the banquet hall lights suddenly dimmed, and the spotlight fell on the entrance.

Song Lujing was pushed onto the stage by Song LuXiao, wearing a custom-made suit, looking reluctant.

His uncle and aunt were delighted.

He stood before the microphone and spoke slowly: 'Cough, cough, hello everyone, thank you for coming to my eighteenth birthday banquet… I won't say anything else, first I thank my dearest sister, the national top scorer, for giving me face.'

The principal and teachers from Nan Feng couldn't help but curl their lips, and Teacher Zhou laughed so hard the corners of his mouth flew up.

The spotlight swept over to Mu Youyu's side, she crinkled her eyes and showed a bright smile.

Song Lujing continued solemnly: 'Also thanks to my older brother, younger brother, father, mother, grandmother, and whole family… Lastly… thanks to Nian Ge and Chu Ge, one point on the college entrance exam worth a million, I relied on my sister to skim off several billion, thank you.'

The spotlight swayed back onto the stage.

Song Lujing lowered the microphone, his shoulders slightly hunched, creating a stark contrast with his refined suit.

Clothes make the person, the person makes the clothes; it's unclear who burdens whom, but together they match, each with its own style.

Someone in the audience gasped.

'Director Mu and Director Lu really gave that much? One point for a million, and they just handed over several billion like that?'

'Several billion is just a number on their books for their family.'

'This kid from the Song family really has good luck—he scored 731 himself and then rode on his sister's coattails for all that money, but why say he's riding on his sister?'

'You don't know? The Mu and Song families have only this one girl, pampered from head to toe like… not to mention riding on a college entrance exam bonus—if she said she wanted the stars in the sky, you'd see Director Mu and them building her a space agency overnight.'

'That's true… with that much money, Song Lujing won't need to do anything for the rest of his life.'

'He never planned to work anyway! Haven't you heard? Even if he scored zero, he's destined for comfort—college is just for a diploma, his main job is esports, his side gig is being a young master.'

'Tsk, comparing people makes people angry.'

'……'

Yu Ci heard the words 'skimmed off several billion', and envious tears flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He glanced at Mu Youyu: 'Sister, I'm also Nian Ge's younger brother—how could he not look after me?' followed by sobbing sounds.

Mu Youyu: '……I don't know, you should go ask him.'

Jiang Liangjin:.

Gu Xingnan:?

Yu Ci wouldn't dare really go ask.

The microphone had already been handed to the host, who began to proceed according to the schedule.

At Song Huaiyu's table, the late-arriving Mu Xin and Qing An also sat there; Mu Youyu smiled at a few people, then withdrew her gaze.

At the table beside her, two young girls in princess dresses had been glancing this way since earlier, whispering to each other far more often than at other tables.

The one in front with permed curls occasionally used her phone screen as a mirror to check her lipstick.

The other with twin tails, facing the stage, was relatively quiet, just keeping her eyes on Song Lujing below the stage, her mouth upturned in an uncontrollable smile.

'Wow, Young Master Jing, you're way too handsome today—husband‑level.' The permed‑hair girl spoke first, her tone slow.

The twin‑tailed girl turned her eyes, nudged her with her elbow, and whispered in a pinched voice: 'Keep it down, there's someone sitting next to you.'

The permed‑hair girl glanced at Mu Youyu's table, playing with her hair: 'Ah, this young lady of the Mu family really is different from childhood. She got a perfect score on the college entrance exam—how often does the nation produce one like that?'

She went on: 'Last year's national top scorer was only in the 740s, right? This time she got a perfect 750, and crucially she's not just a bookworm—she can paint, play piano, dance, design… and Y Guo and M Guo even gave her a princess title.'

The twin‑tailed girl's attitude was unimpressed: 'Besides, look at the boy sitting next to her—the Jiang family young master, who grew up with her, scored 748 on the exam, ranking second nationally. The two families are a perfect match, one a perfect score and the other second—if this isn't heaven‑ordained, what is?'

'……'

When those words were spoken, the people at the main table fell silent, instinctively glancing toward Mu Xi seated behind them.

'……' Mu Xi really wouldn't pretend anymore.

Yu Ci chimed in: 'She said you're a match made in heaven.'

Jiang Liangjin didn't speak, just gave him a sideways glance; Yu Ci sensed the meaning 'Is it really necessary for her to say that?'

Mu Youyu swept her gaze over the two girls' faces, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, but she didn't dwell on it.

The birthday boy came down from offstage, Mu Xi snapped back to attention and casually tossed him a box.

Song Lujing recognized it as the packaging for a luxury car key, his whole self floated: 'Xi Ge, you're spoiling me too much! Come, mwah…'

Those who had just been praising his curls and twin tails silently turned their gazes away.

Mu Xi pushed him: 'Ugh.'

Song Lujing slipped an arm around his shoulders, grinning as he waved the car key in Yu Ci's face: 'What is this~'

The elders all felt he owed them.

'I can't see, I don't know.' Yu Ci was deceiving himself.

He had lost count of how many times he'd glanced toward the backstage, muttering under his breath, asking when Song Huaixian would come out.

Mu Youyu just found it amusing.

Song Lujing: 'What Song Huaixian? This guy just left.'

He was still waving the car key in Yu Ci's sight when his peripheral vision caught the two princess‑dressed girls at the neighboring table.

The permed‑hair girl happened to lift her head, meet his gaze, wave her phone toward him, eyes sparkling: 'Wow, hubby's so handsome~'

Song Lujing had already become immune to that nickname, thinking the fans today were still enthusiastic, even following him to the birthday banquet.

After that thought passed, the permed‑hair girl grabbed the twin‑tailed girl, stood up, walked half a circle around to face him, and now held two posters in her hand.

'Song Gege~ can you sign my name? I've been your zombie fan for three years.'

？

Song Lujing looked down and saw it was the official commemorative poster from his team's championship last year, with a few teammates' signatures already on it—only his was missing.

These days, even three‑year zombie fans have that championship poster from his team?