When a boy gets the instruction, he will naturally accept the disadvantage.

With the sound of a gong, the woman on the stage suddenly grabbed Su Zhiyu's little hand and raised it high.

"Congratulations to this little sister for winning the first place!"

Everyone was still immersed in shock and had not reacted for a long time.

Suddenly, Zhuang Fubao jumped up, danced happily and cheered.

"Zhiyu, you are amazing!"

Now, everyone suddenly realized and followed by joy.

Many people were even surprised and whispered.

"I didn't expect this little girl to win the championship!"

"Yes, it's so surprising. It's not easy to recognize so many flowers at such a young age!"

The young man in white and the old gardener were convinced and came forward to congratulate him with smiles.

The crowd was surging, and Su Wenxu and Zhuang Fubao were even more proud, happier than they won the championship by themselves.

They were running around in the crowd, waving their hands constantly.

"It was my little sister who won the championship, it was my little sister!"

"I am my friend and my childhood sweetheart if I win the championship!"

The two people ran around the crowd on the stage like crazy, but could not suppress their inner excitement.

It was not until they ran out of strength that they sat on the edge of the stage with their backs on their backs, gasping heavily.

"Hahaha, it's so exciting!"

Su Wenxu laughed loudly, leaned down on the edge of the stage, looked at Su Zhiyu upside down, and smiled foolishly.

Originally, he didn't really believe it. My little sister grew up with him and Niba on weekdays, so why did she suddenly understand so much?

Looking at the prizes slowly taken out by the host, Su Wenxu's eyes began to shine.

That's really money!

He turned over and came to Su Zhiyu's side with a smile on his face.

"Little sister, get the award!"

Su Zhiyu gave him a blank look, turned his eyes and smiled at the host woman nodded and thanked her.

"Thank you."

After winning the prize, Su Zhiyu counted in his arms.

It's amazing, there's a total of fifty taels of silver!

Her beautiful colorful dress was also taken into consideration by her, and the noble man beside her was so angry that he grinned.

The young girl next to the noble prince was even more jealous and kept shaking her arm while pulling it.

"Cousin, I just want that colorful dress!"

Helplessly, the noble young master had to bite the bullet and slowly walk towards Su Zhiyu and others.

"Girl, how about buying your colorful clothes for this young master?"

"Sell?"

Su Zhiyu was stunned, raised his eyes and looked at the one in front of him, and couldn't help but sneer.

"This is the prize I won, I won't sell it!"

“Not selling?”

The noble young master was surprised and looked at Su Zhiyu in disbelief.

The young woman standing next to the noble son showed a jealous expression. She raised her eyebrows and looked at Su Zhiyu up and down, and then snorted coldly with disdain.

"Look at your coarse cloth clothes, it is reasonable to look at this colorful clothes!"

"It's just that you are so poor that you don't look like a prince even if you wear a dragon robe. Why bother yourself?"

While the woman was sarcastic, her eyes kept staring at the colorful clothes in Su Zhiyu's hand, revealing a greedy look.

"You offer a price! We will buy any number of these colorful clothes."

Su Zhiyu sneered, his big eyes narrowed suddenly, and a cold light flashed across the corners of his eyes.

"Whatever is OK?"

"uh-huh!"

The woman responded arrogantly, and glanced at the fifty taels of silver that was tightly held in Su Zhiyu's arms.

But I was so happy that I was so happy that I probably couldn’t afford any price!

The woman was confident, and the noble man beside her also agreed like support.

"Yes, many young masters can afford it."

Their family is a wealthy family here, with only a few dozen or hundreds of taels of silver, and they won't take it seriously.

Just as the two were smug, Zhiyu's mouth was half-curled and a smirk appeared.

"Then you guys are pretty good. I will sell this colorful clothes for 1,000 taels...gold!"

"Yellow...gold?"

The noble man staggered and the folding fan in his hand almost shook off.

He stared at Su Zhiyu with horror, feeling a little furious.

"Your torn clothes cost 1,000 taels, or gold. What kind of dreams are you doing in spring and autumn!"

"that is!"

The young woman also agreed, with a look of righteous indignation on her face.
Chapter completed!