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When I saw the Vice Principal's son standing on the podium, I realized that the school had not followed the proper procedures.
The Vice Principal of Instruction spoke passionately. "Students, this is your senior, Cheng Tong." "He has ranked first in the Seven School Joint Examination for the past two years." "Let's have him share some experiences."
The applause from the audience was thunderous. I looked at Cheng Tong with a blank expression, feeling quite displeased. Why wasn't I chosen to be the representative speaker? If the school had consulted me in advance, I would have certainly agreed. After all, being a representative speaker is an honor. However, they didn't even bother to inform me. Isn't that disrespectful?
I declined the suggestion from the Director of Instruction. Just earlier, after the meeting, he called me to the auditorium. He looked at me with a smile and asked, "Mingming, would you like to replace Cheng Tong as the speaker?"
I blinked and asked, "Why do you want me?" The Director chuckled and replied, "Because you have good grades." I looked at him and questioned, "Does having good grades mean I have to give a speech?" The Director nodded and said, "Yes."
I shook my head and replied, "I won't go." The Director frowned and asked, "Why not?" I looked at him and answered, "Because I don't want to." The Director was clearly dissatisfied.
He coldly asked, "This is a task arranged by the school. Do you have any objections?"
I blinked and replied, "Why wasn't Cheng Tong allowed to give the speech?"
The dean of students responded, "Is that a question you should be asking?"
I looked at him and answered, "Did you get my consent before asking me to speak?"
The dean was furious.
He glared at me menacingly and threatened, "This is the school's honor, how dare you refuse?"
I nodded and replied, "I refuse."
The dean coldly asked, "Are you really refusing?"
I nodded again.
"Really."
The dean's face turned ashen with anger.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, don't regret it."
I looked at him and asked, "Is there anything else?"
The dean shot me a glare and turned to leave.
As he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.
He turned around, glared at me coldly, and said menacingly, "You wait for it."
With that, he strode out angrily.
I blinked in confusion.
I'm not stupid.
I knew very well that the dean wanted me to speak to save face.
After all, Cheng Tong had just been embroiled in a cheating scandal and could no longer represent the school.
But why did they choose me for this last-minute rescue?
Do they see me as just a fool who can be summoned and dismissed at will?
I absolutely refuse to be a fool.
Thinking of this, I decisively left.
I found a shady spot, took out my phone, opened Honor of Kings, and started playing.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed.
A boy rushed up to me.
He looked at me, panting heavily.
"Lu... Jiang Ming..."
I looked up at him and asked, "Who are you?"
The boy replied, "I'm from Class 2 of Senior Year Three..."
I blinked and asked, "What do you need from me?"
The boy answered, "The teachers... are going crazy looking for you..."
I was taken aback.
If they were looking for me, why were they going crazy?
The boy said, "You... should hurry..."
I looked at him and asked, "Where to?"
He replied, "The Auditorium."
Inside the Auditorium.
The Principal, Vice Principal, the Director of Studies, and the homeroom teacher...
When they saw me arrive, they all stood up.
Their gazes were intense, as if they were looking at a delicious piece of meat.
I felt a chill run down my spine from their stares.
I took a step back and asked, "What do you want?"
The Director of Studies looked at me coldly and asked, "Where have you been just now?"
I blinked and replied, "I went to play a game."
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