"Next, please invite the No. 8 contestant to perform on stage, and ask the No. 9 contestant to prepare offstage." The host took the microphone and calmly walked off the stage.

Before the contestants came on stage, Nineteen Nian heard the squad leader talking with her at the table in the back.

"Hey, the eighth is the king star."

"Looks like she's right."

"Can she?" Afraid that she would hear it, the class leader could only whisper to the classmates next to her, "Wasn't she forced to come to the stage by the head teacher?" ”

"I guess I can—right?" This word dragged on for a long time, both not believing and believing at the same time.

Wang Xingxing, a classmate in the audience, passed by the host with a speech in her hand, she took the microphone from her hand and stood on the podium calmly.

For Wang Xingxing, who participated in the speech contest for the first time, she just looked calm, but in fact, she was not calm at all in her heart.

The moment she stood on the podium, the squad leader looked at her, smiled, and took the lead in applauding.

There was a powerful applause from the audience, and after hearing the applause, not only did it not bring Wang Xingxing confidence, but it made her suddenly cowardly.

She picked up the microphone tremblingly, nervous and unaccustomed to the occasion.

"Dear teachers, dear students, good afternoon!" Standing in the center of the stage, Wang Xingxing bowed deeply to the audience below.

In the end, because the manuscript was not memorized, she quickly opened the speech in her hand.

In this interval, she heard a judge in the audience say to them: "It is forbidden to read the script and speak." ”

She also heard some classmates below discuss, "Reading to the manuscript will deduct points." ”

Yes? Deduct points, can't read the manuscript? Wang Xingxing almost said what was in his heart.

It's terrifying, isn't it? She looked around the bottom of the stage, where the seats in the conference room were all full, and the attention of many of the audience was largely on her.

The more you look at it, the more terrifying it becomes, and the more you look at it, the more terrifying it becomes. Thinking of the scene last week, she felt remorseful when she stood on the stage without saying a word, what did she toss around at the same table at the beginning, it really is! Otherwise, I wouldn't have been so sadly found by the head teacher and participated in the speech contest.

She looked at Zhao Chenhuan, who came with her to watch the game, sitting in the first row and playing with her mobile phone, without even a look of encouragement.

Uncle's! Wang Xingxing bit his lip, he knew that he wouldn't let you come over, and you didn't cheer for me when you asked you to come, obviously you can't play with your mobile phone in class, you came to play with your mobile phone.

The atmosphere was stalemate for a while, and for the first time, Wang Xingxing felt that time passed so slowly, making her stand on the stage, which was embarrassing.

Although the rules of the competition do not allow reading the manuscript, I copied a manuscript from the Internet casually, and I haven't even read it.

So, Wang Xingtian was not afraid, boldly spread out the script, raised the microphone, and read it aloud.

"Speaking of being well-off, you will definitely ask. What is Well-off? As the saying goes, well-off refers to a life where the spirit is relatively wealthy, and there is no need to worry about food and clothing......"

The manuscript was only halfway read, and before she finished reading it, the judges in the audience stopped her.

"Stop, stop, get off the stage." A male judge waved at her.

may be because the audience is chaotic and Wang Xingxing is louder, the judge teacher said well, but she didn't hear it at all.

Still reading his manuscript dryly: "We take 'rejuvenation' as the goal of the nation's struggle, and we name our path with 'Chinese characteristics'." The increasingly vivid ...... at the 'two sessions'"

She glanced at the judges and teachers below with her spare eyes while reading, and seeing that their demeanor was getting worse and worse, Wang Xingxing had a premonition that something bad was going to happen. Read it

Sure enough, before this paragraph was finished, the host was embarrassed to walk on the stage.

Wang Xingxing bowed to the audience below and put down the microphone in his hand. It may be that the quality of the microphone is too good, and the voices of the two of them are still transmitted into the microphone at a distance of about a stomach.

"The judge asked you to go down, but there was no result in memorizing the manuscript."

"Why?"

The sound was played from the microphone to the speaker, and the audience heard it, and the students laughed loudly, and the atmosphere was even more lively than when they gave a speech just now. Wang Xingxing shook his head helplessly, returned the microphone in his hand to the host, covered his face and ran off the stage in embarrassment.

Lose face! That scene was so humiliating. Why is the quality of the school microphone so good, can it die without sound transmission?

Wang Xingxing walked off the podium with a embarrassed face, and even her Zhao Chenhuan's attitude towards her was much better than just now.

The mobile phone became boring in Zhao Chenhuan's eyes.

"Wow, you're amazing! Why did you come to the sentence? Zhao Chenhuan clapped his hands, bared his teeth and smirked, "You are awesome, you are amazing, you are laughing at me." ”

Wang Xingxing was so angry that she snorted, and she told her: "Hmph, you're done, let me tell you, the next time I encounter a speech contest or a recitation contest or something, I will be the first to choose you on stage." ”

"If you want to make a fool of yourself, let's make a fool of yourself together!" Wang Xingxing snorted unconvinced.

"Come on! Hurt each other! Zhao Chenhuan shrugged proudly, she thought Wang Xingxing was joking with her.

She stretched out her finger and glanced at her with disdain, "You wait for me, the next competition, I will be the first to recommend you to Xiao Qianqian." ”

"Calm down, calm down." Zhao Chenhuan grabbed her hand and helped her put it down, "Everyone is a classmate, what do you call a classmate, do you know ......?"

After the game, the two chattered endlessly in the audience again, and even the awkward atmosphere just now was resolved in their chatter.

Looking at Wang Xingxing, who had just taken the manuscript and was forcibly pulled off the stage by the judges, Nineteen Nian immediately thought of himself.

There are still a dozen people who are almost her turn, and she still can't memorize the manuscript.

Turning his head to look at Fufeng, who was sitting next to him watching an American drama, "Have you memorized the script?" ”

"Memorized, what about you?"

"No wow!" She felt that her whole body was about to collapse, and it was really tricky to not memorize the manuscript.

"It feels like I'm going to be finished."

"It's not over." Fufeng said, "No matter how bad it is, at least someone will give you a foundation." ”

Fufeng paused the video, looked at the contestant reading aloud in front of him, and listened to the speech of the contestant on the stage for a while.

He raised his eyebrows, "No matter how bad it is, it's a little better than the player just now, can't you take off the manuscript at all?" ”

Nineteen Nian nodded seriously, she was worried, "If you can take it off, you can take it off, but I'm afraid that once you get on stage, you won't be able to support it." ”

"It's okay, you just act as the two of us in the audience." Gu Zijun grabbed her hand and cheered her up, "You should read it to us." ”

Fufeng also approved of her approach.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what, we're all there, we'll applaud you, cheer you on, and be the best supporter."

"Well, love you, haha!" She stretched out her hand and gave them a heart.