Chapter 102: The Quick-Witted Hostess

Naturally, it was Zhang Tian who stepped forward to receive the award.

As for Yang Hao, Yao Cheng, and Zhu Ziyuan, none of them appeared.

Initially, Yang Hao had some reservations about the impromptu award ceremony, but considering Yao Cheng and Zhu Ziyuan’s stance, he ultimately chose to compromise.

However, Yang Hao soon realized a problem.

Their thinking seemed trapped in a misconception.

Although the ceremony required someone to go on stage and accept the award, it didn’t mean that everyone had to appear.

One person or four made little difference.

As long as someone took the stage, it was enough.

Hadn’t the second-place team only had three members? Their teammate, Shen Muyan, had already left.

With that in mind, Yang Hao’s earlier concerns vanished.

Neither Yang Hao nor Zhu Ziyuan were the type to seek the spotlight, but Yao Cheng was somewhat tempted. Having not been back to school for a long time, this rare return made him eager to leave a memorable impression on the juniors—especially the female ones.

But after glancing at his outfit, he gave up.

Not because he looked shabby—in fact, after entering the workforce, he had grown quite attentive to his appearance.

Rather, he simply felt he wasn’t dressed sharply enough today, so he decided against it.

In the end, Yang Hao, Yao Cheng, and Zhu Ziyuan unanimously agreed to push Zhang Tian forward.

Among the four, Zhang Tian was by far the best dressed.

Knowing they would be at school today, Zhang Tian had made an effort to dress up; if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was heading to some grand banquet.

His appearance was simply perfect for attending the award ceremony.

Already a company owner and no stranger to grand occasions, Zhang Tian naturally wasn’t afraid to take the stage. Though he verbally protested, his actions betrayed him—once it was their turn, he eagerly trotted up.

This naturally drew a wave of disdainful looks from Yang Hao and the others.

Of course, Zhang Tian’s appearance on stage was effective.

Fear of the spotlight was out of the question. Even back when they’d just entered school, aside from the quieter Zhu Ziyuan, none of the three—Yang Hao included—were ever timid or uneasy about such occasions.

Moreover, Zhang Tian was now a man of the world, having done well recently. This gave him a quiet confidence, allowing him to face school leaders with ease.

“Quietly charming!”

Watching Zhang Tian smile gently on stage, a wave of screams erupted from the many young female students below. Their eyes sparkled with stars as they shouted wildly, staring at Zhang Tian. Seeing this, Yao Cheng felt a pang of jealousy.

Yang Hao and Zhu Ziyuan exchanged amused glances. Yang Hao shot Yao Cheng a look and said, “Some people are just born enviable.”

“Hmph, why would I envy him? I’m not bad looking either,” Yao Cheng retorted dismissively.

Putting aside charisma, Zhang Tian was indeed the most handsome among the four—even Yang Hao could not deny it.

This was indisputable.

Some people were simply blessed by fate, born with enviable looks.

Standing on stage now, Zhang Tian was undoubtedly one of those.

Of course, Yang Hao would never admit he was far behind—after all, the Yang family genetics were still quite good.

No matter what, he couldn’t be too bad off with what his parents had given him.

“Whoa, only one person going up?”

“Who is this guy? Is he Illusion Brother, the Wind Chaser, or Big-Headed Brother?”

“Damn, Illusion Brother didn’t sneak away, did he?”

“Whoever he is, I’m officially a fan!”

“So handsome, and full of presence!”

“Anyone know where he lives? I’m Yun Ying, still unmarried, willing to pay him a visit.”

“Hah, if I had his address, I’d have stormed his place long ago.”

In the livestream chat, viewers speculated endlessly about the identity of the man on stage.

While wondering who he was, many female viewers expressed their newfound admiration for Zhang Tian.

They often say men are lecherous, but when women get that way, they can be even more intense.

Clearly, Zhang Tian’s presence stirred this hungry pack of female admirers into a frenzy.

If Zhang Tian knew this, he wouldn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just be utterly speechless.

But regardless, it would certainly boost his confidence in his own charm.

As the official on stage presented Zhang Tian with the award, the ceremony was nearing its conclusion.

Just as Zhang Tian prepared to step down, the hostess—a beautiful junior student—called him back.

Looking at the lovely hostess, Zhang Tian smiled with gentlemanly grace and halted.

His gesture sent some fangirls into wild excitement.

The hostess glanced at Zhang Tian, her eyes sparkling as she chuckled, raising the microphone.

“I actually have a question for you.”

“Please, ask away,” Zhang Tian replied politely.

“This question isn’t just mine. I’m sure many of the students here want to know as well,” the hostess smiled.

Now, Zhang Tian became curious.

“May I ask, are you Illusion Brother?”

The moment the hostess asked, the crowd below erupted.

“Illusion Brother!”

“Illusion Brother!”

Waves of cheering came from all directions, leaving Zhang Tian somewhat dumbfounded.

In truth, he was unaware that as soon as word spread that Illusion Brother was here, a large crowd had already gathered, eager to glimpse the man behind the legend.

Among them, most were students from Tianhai University, while others had come from outside.

When the hostess posed the question everyone was curious about, the atmosphere surged with excitement.

At the same time, in the livestream chat, viewers went wild.

“Just for that question, I’m a fan of this hostess.”

“Sending love to the hostess!”

“I wonder if she’s also a fan of Goddess Zijing.”

“That’s very possible!”

“Hehe, the truth is about to be revealed!”

“Can’t wait!”

Back at the ceremony, as Zhang Tian brought the microphone to his lips, the audience fell silent in unison.

They were waiting for his answer.

“Are you Illusion Brother?”

The hostess repeated the question with emphasis.

“No.”

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Tian slowly uttered the two words.

Hearing his response, most in the crowd felt a tinge of disappointment.

As for the hostess who had asked, she just smiled before continuing, “Then, are you the Wind Chaser?”

At her words, the crowd’s enthusiasm reignited once more.