Song Yu's eyes finally fell on the stack of papers in Xie Sui's hand, "What is this?"

Xie Sui smiled: "The speech of the freshman representative."

Song Yu took it and flipped through it, and said with a sigh: "This is the treatment for being the best in the city. Would you be nervous to give a speech in front of your grade?"

It's a strange question indeed.

Xie Sui had given countless speeches in his previous life, in companies, universities, and technology summits. The people I meet include men and women, young and old, successful and ordinary, domestic and foreign, inside and outside the industry. How could I possibly get stage fright because of a high school freshman's speech?

But he listened to Song Yu's words, smiled playfully, and drooped his eyelids: "A little bit."

Song Yu had forgotten the shame of A66, Lagrange, and 135 degrees. She was kind-hearted and warmly comforted him: "Don't be nervous. I will buy people to support you. Applause will cost ten yuan, shouting will cost fifty yuan, and flowers will cost one hundred yuan. I will reimburse the flowers. There are benefits for bringing friends along. The more people you bring, the higher the benefits."

Ma Xiaoding was listening in the back and raised his hand to sign up: "Brother Yu, is there any extra reward for acquaintances?"

Song Yu said calmly: "There is no extra reward for acquaintances, you are free labor."

Ma Xiaoding withdrew his hand feeling aggrieved.

Xi Bowen laughed out loud.

Xie Sui curled his lower lip.

The classroom was noisy for about half an hour.

The head teacher finally arrived. The head teacher of Class 1, Grade 1 is an English teacher, a woman named Ou. She looks very young, wearing high heels and a white halter dress. As soon as she comes in, she smells of high-end perfume. Song Yu still had some impression of this female teacher. In "Gentle Control", Xie Sui has been harassed and subjected to cold violence in high school, and she is more or less half responsible.

She is vain and snobbish. In her mind, a student's family background comes first and academic performance comes second. If you have neither background nor academic performance, she won't even look at you.

Teacher Ou stepped onto the podium in high heels, holding a list in her hand. She casually instructed two skinny boys sitting in the front row, and said in a soft voice, "Go and move the student handbooks."

The two little boys stood up awkwardly and responded in a panic, "Okay."

Teacher Ou lifted her long hair and smiled at the students: "Hello everyone, I am your homeroom teacher for three years of high school. My last name is Ou, and my name is Ou Yilian. You can call me Teacher Ou." Then, she introduced a bunch of her glorious resume, including which university she graduated from, how many years she studied abroad, and how many outstanding students she had taught. He even deliberately pinched his throat, which can be said to be very hypnotic.

Song Yu just wanted to feel sleepy when listening to her talk, so he opened the window a little, and the night wind from Jingcheng blew in, bringing a cool breeze.

He rubbed his eyes and nudged Xie Sui with his arm: "Call me after she finishes her boasting. I'm going to sleep first."