Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Ning Yuan walked towards the stage.
He lowered his head, not daring to look up at his surroundings. He suppressed his inner discomfort and dragged his trembling legs towards the stage step by step.
Only people with social phobia know what kind of courage it takes for Ning Yuan to take this step.
He put one hand in his pocket, and kept clenching and relaxing his fingers in his trouser pocket.
He felt that everyone was staring at him, and in fact, everyone's eyes were fixed on him.
The two deputy secretaries of the municipal youth league committee both came from Kyoto, had similar family backgrounds and were about the same age.
So who has better personal ability?
Everyone was looking forward to it.
Standing on the stage, Ning Yuan took a deep breath and looked around.
His eyes were not focused at all, and all he saw were a sea of black heads.
There are so many disgusting heads. I really want to chop them all off.
This way I won’t be socially anxious.
Ning Yuan's mental state at this moment is also very strange.
Finally standing on the stage, Ning Yuan took another deep breath and felt dizzy, as if he was dreaming.
Only when he actually stood here did he know how painful it was.
What is Ningyuan like on weekdays?
When chatting with others, don’t send voice messages if possible, and send text messages if possible.
But now, he needs to face so many people and give a speech, which is really more painful than killing him.
The host took a look at the temporarily changed program in his hand, and then said: "The program that Secretary Ning Yuan brought us is..."
"Recite "On Youthful China"!"
"Everyone is welcome!"
Five large words appeared on the large screen behind.
Everyone applauded.
Ning Yuan closed his eyes, adjusted his rhythm, and then slowly said: "If you want to talk about the old and young in the country, please speak first..."
Then there was a pause.
Oops!
I forgot the words!
What's behind?
Ning Yuan felt his brain went blank, and he had completely forgotten the passages from "Youthful China" that he had memorized these days!
He wanted to take the manuscript out of his pocket and read it, but after searching his trouser pocket for a long time with his right hand, he found nothing.
Spicy balls!
The manuscript seems to be lost too!
He stood there, and the scene fell into an eerie silence for a moment.
He just stood there, his whole body drenched in sweat. He raised his head and looked around, only to feel that everyone was staring at him with sarcasm.
This is indeed the case.
what to do?
Ning Yuan felt his scalp tingling.
The scene was completely silent, but inside the live broadcast rooms, there was an uproar.
"Hey, why did you stop? Did you forget the words?"
"That's impossible. How could you forget the words in such an important occasion?"
"But why doesn't he speak?"
At the scene, many people who knew Ning Yuan had already started laughing quietly in groups of three or five.
"Haha, see, I told you, Ning Yuan will definitely forget the lyrics."
"This is embarrassing. Chen Xian was a god in the previous shows, but now he is being held back by Ning Yuan."
"In the competition between the An family and the Ning family, it seems that the An family is still the better one."
Many young masters from Kyoto were discussing the matter at the scene.
Song Tianzong looked at Ning Yuan with pity, then looked at Ning Zheng.
Ning Zheng was also helpless, his face looked a little ugly: "I have said it before, letting Ning Yuan take the stage is nonsense, now..."
The royal stepmother also sighed secretly.
Can Xiao Shen still turn the tide now?
Ning Cai was also very nervous. Although she knew that Ning Yuan was a wimp, this wimp was her cousin.
An Wen leaned back in his chair and watched Ning Yuan, who looked like a clown. He crossed his hands and played with his thumbs entwined up and down, looking very interested.
So what if the first three shows crushed it?
As long as Ning Yuan performs badly enough, he will be able to demonstrate his excellence.
You know, this is a live broadcast!
The foreign teams of teachers and students also felt something was wrong and started whispering to each other.
"Teacher, what's wrong with this secretary?"
"It seems I forgot the words. I'm not sure. Let's take a look."
"Huaxia shouldn't be so stupid as to push an incompetent person up. They must be waiting for something."
The discussions in the live broadcast room became more and more frequent, and Ning Yuan became more and more nervous, with his legs shaking uncontrollably.
He tried to calm himself down, then looked in the direction of Shen Xian, ready to ask for help.
Where is Shen Xian?
Why is it gone?
It’s over!
Uncle, I messed up, I'm sorry!
Ning Yuan's face was full of sadness, and he was ready to say a few words and leave.
Just as he was about to speak, suddenly, a chorus was heard.
"If the youth are wise, the country will be wise; if the youth are strong, the country will be strong."
It is also accompanied by beautiful and melodious melodies.
The big screen behind changed again, and a banner appeared - the song "Young China"!
Special thanks to: The Postman!
Everyone was stunned. What was going on?
Isn’t the theme of the speech “On Youthful China”?
Why is there another song called “Young China”?
Ning Yuan was also in a daze for a while.
Before he had time to think, a figure slowly walked out on the stage. It was Shen Xian.
Shen Xian held the microphone, followed by more than a hundred students, all wearing the school uniforms of the Republic of China.
Looking at Chen Xian again, he had also changed into a long gown from the Republic of China period, and a scholarly aura filled him.
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