Chapter 11: The Prince

After lunch, the new students and their parents walked into the gorgeous Town Hall (theater) of School A at the time specified in the schedule, and after everyone signed in, they entered the theater in order.

At this time, the first two rows of the theater were empty, and the stage was empty, except for a podium and a microphone.

The freshmen, childish, confident and energetic, were guided to their seats on the right side of the theater. After two consecutive days of opening activities, they have gradually become familiar with each other, and they chatted with their classmates in a friendly manner.

Most of the parents, dressed in formal attire or small dresses, sat down on the right half of the theater, accompanied by student representatives. They politely greeted and chatted with the parents of the new students sitting around them.

When Yi Ting walked in from the outside, the dozen or so rows in the front of the theater were already full, and he had just sat down in the next seat at the back of the student area, and Bai Xinrui also hurried over and sat next to Yi Ting.

At some point, the first two rows of seats in the theater gradually filled up, and the first row was almost all respected silver-haired old men, and the second row was obviously the school's teaching team. At this time, two older and elegant old men, surrounded by students, walked in through the front door of the theater and sat straight in the middle of the first row.

Bai Xinrui approached Yiting and said, "Look, this is the principal and the principal's wife. ”

Yi Ting turned his head to look at her in surprise and asked, "How do you know?" ”

As she spoke, an extremely beautiful Asian woman, followed by her blonde assistant, walked into the theater, and everyone's eyes were involuntarily attracted to the Asian woman.

She walked straight to the front row and shook hands politely with the principal and his wife. At this moment, the blonde woman stepped back to her side, translating for them from time to time.

Yi Ting recognized that the Asian woman was Huang Yaqian at a glance, and said to Bai Xinrui in a fuss: "Hey, it's weird, why did your mother go to the front row?" She even knows the principal? ”

Bai Xinrui pretended to raise the corners of her mouth mysteriously and smiled, but did not answer.

I saw that the slender woman was wearing a noble and fashionable dress skirt and a pair of flat tortoiseshell-framed Dior glasses, which seemed to be deliberately revealing her intellect. She looked around the theater with a well-trained and elegant smile, and there was an innate charm in that smile.

Yiting looked at Huang Yaqian, and then at Bai Xinrui beside her, and said, "I said, your mother has more temperament than you!" ”

Bai Xinrui immediately raised her eyebrows at Yiting.

Mr. Nong, the principal, walked towards the stage, and the audience gradually fell silent.

He said in a deep voice: "Good afternoon, distinguished board members, distinguished parents, teachers and students, welcome to our school's freshman welcome event......" There was a round of applause in the venue.

After a brief introduction of his academic and professional background, the principal invited all the teachers of the school to the stage one by one to introduce everyone to the audience.

Next, William addressed the new students on behalf of all the students, and as soon as he spoke, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and his voice was beautiful and infectious. He talked about the fact that the United States is a free and equal society, talked about the glorious tradition of School A over the past 200 years, and the many famous alumni who have gone out from here, and as a representative of an elite youth group like School A, he expressed his determination and hope to contribute to the world and change the world in the future. Afterwards, he told the new students: "Our motto is: 'Dare to be true'. The school's Hornor Code is: Free with responsibility. ”

At the end of his speech, William said to the freshmen in the audience: "Finally, according to our tradition, each freshman writes a letter to his future self, and this letter will only be received on the day they graduate. New students must drop their written letters in a dedicated mailbox in the rotunda of the main building before dinner. ”