On Friday afternoon, the school's small gymnasium canceled other activities, and a wooden podium with the school emblem was erected, with hundreds of folding chairs neatly arranged across from the podium, and a row at the side and back.

Song Ya sat in the row of chairs at the back of the side, with Hayden on his left and a black woman with a very intellectual temperament on his right, a representative sent by the Chicago Affirmative Equality Organization, named Michelle, with the title of Juris Doctor, a very terrifying academic qualification.

Directly opposite, the faculty and staff sat down one after another, Aunt Susie, Old Joe and other familiar faces also came, and the principal stood in front of the podium, silently watching everything.

Song Ya beckoned to Aunt Susie and Lao Qiao, and with the other hand, she involuntarily pinched the speech in her pocket, feeling a little dry.

"Take a deep breath, don't be too nervous, it's okay to say something wrong." Michelle was keenly aware of the change in Song Ya's mood.

"Thank you." Song Ya smiled at each other, Michelle is a member of the Donkey Party, and Underwood, who has not yet arrived, is also the principal, both of whom were introduced by the principal, so the principal's political leaning is self-evident. According to the regulations, public schools should be politically neutral, and school funds, services, or resources should not be used to influence the election of government officials or political activities of party parties, but what they did this time is certainly not political activities, although it is a good opportunity for politicians to expose and curry favor with black voters.

Speaking of which, he hadn't seen Councilor Underwood himself, so Song Ya looked for it, except for the black female assistant and some reporters he had seen, Councilor Underwood still couldn't see the end.

"Ladies and gentlemen......"

The principal looked at his watch, the appointed time was up, and after he spoke, the gymnasium fell silent, and when everyone was seated and began to look at the podium, he continued to make his opening speech, "Today is a glorious day for our school and for Alexander Song......

He turned sideways and gestured in Song Ya's direction, and Song Ya felt everyone's eyes move to him, and hurriedly stood up, showing a standard smile that had been practiced for a long time.

In recognition of his musical achievements, the American Broadcasting Music Association decided to admit him as a member, which was also the first ...... He is a member of the association from the university and the youngest member of the association...... "The principal continued.

Song Ya sat down.

"The school has been deeply engaged in various art disciplines for many years, and has cultivated ...... and other talents, which are inseparable from the professional hard work of the faculty and staff......"

"I would also like to thank BMI for its recognition of our students and ...... The selfless help provided by Dr. Michelle of Affirmative Action and Mr. Underwood, a Illinois Congressman, has profoundly affected all aspects of America......"

"I would like to invite the BMI Special Representative...... Awarded the membership certificate to Song students......"

After the headmaster finished speaking, he took a few steps back and gave up the podium.

A BMI representative of Sange descent stood in front of the podium and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to represent BMI............ BMI has been on the front line of the fight against racial discrimination for many years, and we have given ...... in the most serious years of discrimination and a number of other artists of African descent...... Today, I am honored to present this certificate to Alexander Song as a representative......"

BMI is very experienced in dealing with this kind of crisis, they didn't send a white man, which would be the target of public criticism, and they didn't send a black man, which would seem a bit deliberate, and the dark-skinned third brother is a good candidate.

Song Ya stepped forward and took the certificate handed by the third brother with both hands, and the audience burst into applause at the right time.

The third brother stepped back, and Hayden took the stage again and presented Song Ya with a transparent plastic trophy, "I represent...... Magazine, a small media outlet with a good relationship with SBK Records, awarded Alexander Song the Best New Composer of the March award to America...... In recognition of the excellent work he brought to us such as second-hand stores......"

Song Ya took the trophy, and Hayden winked at him.

"Thank you, thank you." After receiving the things, Song Ya stood in front of the speaker, put the trophy and certificate on the stage, and took out the speech from his pocket.

"Thank you BMI for your personal affirmation and ...... Ladies and gentlemen, I was born and raised here, and as a poor and ordinary boy from a single-parent family, I would like to thank the whole society for ...... me."

As he spoke, he gradually relaxed, reading the manuscript while still being distracted, observing the details of the face-to-face audience.

Daniel said that the best empirical environment was now to help him understand how the entire society of America works.

Daniel said that to be the 'point giver', at this moment, is the result of his hard work.

He gave the Principal a reason for 'racial discrimination,' a reason for a 'prize ceremony,' and he gave points, and the Principal turned that reason into an actual political event, and the Principal gave Points to Councillor Underwood and Dr. Michelle, and Councilor Underwood and Dr. Michelle for their help to put pressure on BMI, and they were the same ones who gave points.

Perhaps, this is the essence of how society works.

"First of all, I want to thank my music teacher......" Song Yanian said here, controlling his facial muscles and smiling gratefully at the music teacher in the audience, "When I was full of doubts about music, it was your care and severity that gave me confidence to continue on this thorny road, and it was you who gave me all kinds of convenience as a poor child, allowing me to concentrate on my creation without interference in the school instrument storage room......"

When he read this, he saw that everyone in the audience looked at the music teacher, the appreciation in their eyes, the curvature of their smiles, all seemed to be carved out of a mold, just like a kind of 'etiquette' and a kind of 'ritual' by social default.

The music teacher helped him, and he also reciprocated the points, I don't know what she will do with these points in the future, maybe it's the qualifications for promotion, maybe it's something else, of course, those have nothing to do with her.

"I would also like to thank my math teacher......" Song Ya looked at the elegant lady in the audience, "Without your encouragement and help, maybe I would have been like those children who gave up on themselves, and began to focus on having fun with nothing, getting in touch with gangsters, and getting in touch with drugs...... I remember that after you gave me a perfect score, everyone called me A+, and they used this as a nickname, and I was very proud, so I signed my work A+, APLUS......"

The old lady looked at herself, her eyes were moist, her eyes were full of love, and she had been nodding slightly, maybe he had used his points for self-satisfaction in teaching and educating people.

"I have to thank you, Aunt Susie......" he turned his gaze to Aunt Susie.

Aunt Susie didn't know anything about this kind of 'ritual' that the teacher class was familiar with, she excitedly pointed to herself on the stage, and showed off her talent to the people next to her, "This is my sister's son, I raised him from childhood to ......"

"Also, my boss, Joe, hey, boss......" he looked at old Joe.

Old Joe changed into a dark suit, was personable, stood up with a smile and made a few curtain calls around.

All of this was accompanied by bursts of applause at standard length and standard volume, and the teachers may not have liked this time-consuming activity in their hearts, but everyone's response was impeccable, and this is the worst quality of teaching in the black ghetto public high school.

"I would also like to thank Dr. Michelle for the hard work he has done for me and for our Black descent community in the fight against racism......

He looked sideways at Dr. Michelle, following the headmaster's example.

Dr. Michelle stood up in greeting, Congressman Underwood sat down in the outermost chair at some point, and the flashing lights of the reporters in the audience went to work.

"Finally, I have to thank one person who has ...... for the community for many years," Song Ya began to recite the words provided by the Underwood campaign office, "Thank you, Councillor Underwood!" Finally, he said emotionally.

The timing and volume of applause from the audience began to increase dramatically.

Underwood stood up, smiling and waving frequently, he was of medium height, slightly chubby but stocky, with a deep and determined gaze, and a unique mix of aggression and affability. Song Ya had never seen him, but he could guess his identity at a glance, in short, he must be a big man.

"Thank you!"

When all this was over, Song Ya left the podium to Michelle and Underwood, "I can be regarded as contributing a little bit of points to the two of them." He thought to himself.

Michelle gave a wonderful speech on racial discrimination, and she talked about Martin Luther King Jr. to Nelson Mandela, and from the world to Chicago's South Town.

This was followed by Councillor Underwood's finale speech, which was very lively and down-to-earth, interspersed with some self-deprecating jokes.

This time, in addition to the eyes and applause of the audience, there was also the timely laughter that sounded after each little joke of Underwood, which was the same, very standard.

Finally, Underwood announced a plan for a government-funded project for schools.

This time, the applause was thunderous, and the teachers stood up and clapped their hands, smiling more sincerely.

It seems that for the sake of this media exposure and black votes, Underwood also brought a lot of points.

"Thank you, thank you."

Underwood stepped down, and the principal had already ordered everyone to line up and shake hands with Underwood in turn, and the camera stepped forward and began to shoot closely.

A perfect event.