Ya Ling, who secured first place, was overjoyed. She eagerly looked toward Ge Lanxue, hoping to receive praise from her aunt.
Yet Ge Lanxue was never adept at giving praise, and in her eyes, securing first place in an Ice Magic course was the norm for a member of the Qing Ming Family—it would have been abnormal to not achieve first place.
Hence, she merely commented indifferently, "Not bad, keep up the effort."
Ya Ling felt her heart grow cold by half. Couldn't Ge Lanxue just smile a bit and lavish a few more words of praise on her? Just a "Not bad"?
What Ya Ling wanted to hear was Ge Lanxue taking her hand and telling the entire class, "Look at how well Ya Ling performed, you all should take her as an example. Do you hear me?"
Only then would she truly feel satisfied, feeling that first place was worth the effort.
Yet, observing her aunt's aloof expression, Ya Ling felt a bucket of cold water poured over her burning enthusiasm, dousing the heat of her diligent studies.
