The staff counted the number plates one by one. Jiang Zhe’s number was 45, which was considered a good number.
He didn’t feel happy. He had a strong sense of superiority since he was a child. The only time he lost miserably was in the sixth competition. He thought he won the championship, but he did not expect to be won by a little girl. The average score was only higher than him. 0.1.
It was like a thorn in his heart.
He remembered her look, remembered her name, and saw him more than two years later, but she did not recognize him at all.
He smiled coldly.
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