"Next, let's welcome our champion of this competition, Ye Xiaofan, to the stage to accept the award. Let's give him a big round of applause."
Applause, cheers, and screams erupted simultaneously. The two-million-dollar check was right there on the podium.
But Xiaofan didn't appear in front of the podium. Our classmate Ye Xiaofan was currently resting his head on Liu Siyan's fair, tender thighs, leisurely closing his eyes, having a good rest.
"Mr. Ye Xiaofan?" The host saw that Xiaofan hadn't come up, so he quickly walked over and asked.
"Hand me the microphone." Xiaofan reached out for the mic.
The host handed it over to him.
"Ahem, sorry everyone, I really don't feel like moving. As for the award, I'll let my agent go up and get it for me. Let me lie down a bit longer. Just a bit longer..."
"Come on, get up! The cameraman is filming." Liu Siyan blushed and nudged Xiaofan.
