Chapter 2637 — The Auction Begins
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The first to appear was Shen Yushu... and behind her followed the cross-dresser and a girl from another department. That entrance struck Wei Zhao like a thunderbolt! Naturally, it struck everyone who knew Shen Yushu much the same way!
By rights, with a combination of one man and two women, the man would usually walk in front or in the middle, with the two girls half a step behind or flanking him—yet here they had become mere foils for Shen Yushu.
Still, Wei Zhao glanced at the figures of the three on stage and rather understood the reason! Among them, only Shen Yushu had the largest chest; the cross-dresser went without saying—flat as could be—and the other girl was just as flat as an airport runway, so it made sense that Shen Yushu stood in the middle.
Besides, this boy was dressed much like a girl, so the three of them entering together looked more like Shen Yushu being feted by two girls like stars around the moon.
"Respected guests, dear school leaders and fellow students, good evening, everyone. I am the host of this Love Charity Gala. My name is Love-Host Shu!" Shen Yushu smiled, picked up the microphone, and addressed the guests present.
"Pfft..." Hearing Shen Yushu's self-introduction, Wei Zhao nearly sprayed his drink laughing. Love-Host Shu? Another name? To anyone not well acquainted with Xiaoshu, there would seem nothing amiss—after all, at a hosting gig, taking a stage name that fit the evening's theme was no big deal.
Sure enough, after Shen Yushu finished, everyone simply applauded; no one laughed, because they did not know that Xiaoshu had many names.
"I am host Tai Weiliang..." the boy who looked like a cross-dresser introduced himself as well.
"I am host Zhen Huanzi..." the flat-chested girl chimed in, then said a few words of thanks, and with that, the Love Charity Gala was truly under way.
Tai Weiliang? Zhen Huanzi? Wei Zhao felt thunder crashing all around him. Was he overthinking it, or had this been arranged on purpose?
Still, these were trivial matters. The auction was quickly brought to a climax by the three of them. It had to be said that apart from the glib-tongued Xiaoshu, Tai Weiliang and Zhen Huanzi were two quite outstanding hosts as well, skilled at working the crowd!
The items up for auction were unremarkable, yet each could be explained at length—its origins, and the love it embodied! For example, a passbook emptied down to a balance of a few yuan had been donated by an impoverished student, yet it carried tremendous significance!
He came from the countryside, a poor student whose parents had died young, leaving him to depend on his grandmother since childhood. The money in this passbook was the aid pooled by all the villagers. In the village, this passbook was shared—whichever family had a little spare money would deposit it, one small sum after another, tiny figures, but gathered together they amounted to no small sum.