The auditorium gradually quieted down, and leaders came in one after another, but about ten minutes before the performance started, Jin Wenlang suddenly rushed over.

Ning Yi had a bad premonition.

Sure enough, Jin Wenlang's face turned pale, and he called Ning Yi to a stereo, and said in a low voice: "Lin Wen just fainted, it seems that he hasn't eaten for a busy day, and he has low blood sugar."

Ning Yi was surprised: "Low blood sugar? Is it okay now? ”

"I just went to the infirmary, and now I'm awake, but I don't think I can catch up with the opening remarks."

Lin Wen is the vice president of the Second Normal Student Union, and this time he was in charge of the opening remarks of the second paragraph of the party. B and the second division each have an opening statement, which represents their own school and is a very important part.

Now it only takes ten minutes to leave the scene, and the host will talk nonsense for a few words for five minutes at most, Lin Wen will definitely be too late! In addition, low blood sugar causes dizziness and blindness, and the spotlight is dazzling, and she is more likely to have an emergency.

What can I do? Ning Yi looked at the anxious Jin Wenlang, and he also wrinkled his eyebrows: "What about Zhai Jiangyu?" She's the presiding ministry, okay? ”

"I just asked her, and she can't get off the script. Is it possible to read Lin Wen's manuscript on such a big occasion? The green tendons on Jin Wenlang's forehead almost burst out, obviously it was not very hot weather, but he was already so hot that he was sweating. It can be seen that I have run a lot of places and found a lot of people.

Ning Yi sighed wordlessly, turned around and looked around, there were only a few minutes left to leave the venue, and several hosts were already in place next to the stage.

It's too late.

At this moment, Jin Wenlang suddenly took out a piece of manuscript paper and stuffed it into Ning Yi's hand, as if he wanted to lie down and burn it: "Damn it, this is Lin Wen's first draft, which fell in the student union office last time, you can probably take a look." Fifteen minutes or so, then let the big B go first, and then you go on. ”

Ning Yi seemed to be suddenly hit by a thunderbolt from the sky, and looked at the manuscript in his hand incredulously: "Have you made a mistake?" Fifteen minutes for me to memorize and speak? Why didn't you let Zhai Jiangyu carry it just now? ”

"She's not as eloquent as you, and she can't play on the spot, I remember that you won a speech contest award before." After he finished speaking, he was afraid that Ning Yi would refuse, so he was busy and added, "Auntie, I beg you, there is no other way." ”

"Jin Wenlang, are you human, why don't you go on yourself, I can't guarantee that I can talk about it. After all, such a big occasion. Ning Yi looked at the auditorium and swallowed, and said with a slightly bottomless breath, "I'll be nervous." ”

"Just do your best, be better than me. If you don't go up, you can only go to me, you know me, there is too much nonsense, and it is easy to go off topic in three sentences, I ......"

"Okay, okay, I know, you can leave me some time." Ning Yi forcibly interrupted the old mother's chatter.

Jin Wenlang hurriedly shut up, gave her a cheering gesture, turned around and ran to the backstage again. One of his thin sweatshirts was already soaking wet from the neckline. Ning Yi felt that Jin Wenlang was actually not easy.

At very moments, a dead horse is a live horse doctor. She glanced down at the manuscript in her hand, the words were gorgeous, but they were superficial and had no actual content. Empty and weak, poor and sour, Ning Yi's heart was itchy for a while, but then she was pressed down again. If you don't have enough time, you can't mess around with school-level occasions.

She had to memorize it desperately, but Lin Wen's writing was very obscure, and Ning Yi couldn't understand her style.

How is it that he is also a person from his own editorial department, and when he was recruiting, Ning Yi was still amazed by her writing, how did he become so sour after a year.

Ning Yi took time out of his busy schedule to desert, and felt that people were really changing. Didn't I like those sour soft words that were poor and conspicuous?