Chapter 290 The Sound of Trembling
"Now, please invite Tilan to the stage to speak."
In the auditorium of Edes Academy, a sea of students stood in a neat square formation. There were about 10,000 people. Such a grand opening ceremony had never been seen before.
In the past, only freshmen were present, and students from other grades did not need to attend. But this year was very different.
Although the students were surprised by this arrangement, no one objected. When the girl in the black dress stood in front of the stage, the whole auditorium suddenly became quiet.
It was a similar scene to last year, but the atmosphere was completely different. If Heshia was still a young and slightly restrained girl when she took the stage last year, now she can slowly scan the whole audience with a steady gaze, and her dress does not need to be covered by glasses and hats in the past, but a slightly dark and exquisite dress with a blue ribbon hair accessory.
This dress is in line with the mysterious and dark style of Edes Academy to the outside world.
"A new semester has begun. Welcome new students to Edes Academy, a school with unique ambitions. I'm Heshia Tilan, and I'm currently the student council president and the head of the second grade."
"In the past, the academy has had many glories, and has produced many geniuses and outstanding graduates. During these four years in the academy, they have grown, made friends, and left behind beautiful memories, and the academy is proud of them." Heshia pressed her chest lightly, with her snow-white wrists extending from the folded floral cuffs, which contrasted sharply with the black dress, and introduced the history of Edes Academy to everyone.
"...Now, a new era has begun, and we will also face competition and challenges from other similar academies."
"Although failure is annoying and frightening, it is the most regrettable thing to hesitate to move forward because of fear of failure and mistakes."
"Life is not as long as everyone imagines. The so-called youth does not exist in the fantasy of literature and film and television, but actually happens in everything around you and me. If we deal with it perfunctorily and casually, perhaps all that will be left for the future is sadness and regret."
"I don't want this to happen, and I hope that everyone can find the light and shine of their own lives, and gain the trembling and heat of following their ideals, like a sparkling butterfly bursting out from the collision of flint, stunning and illuminating the darkness of life."
"No one can deny everything about you and me. If someone keeps laughing at and suppressing your ideas, then struggle hard. Maybe that look may seem ugly and crazy to outsiders, but I will know that in this way, you are standing out from that ordinary body that changes all the time."
"I don't like the way of life in the outside world that regards money, status, and power as the only goals. This world is inherently free. Everyone can write the colors they like without having to confine themselves to the same monotonous colors."
"May your life be like the sunlight that penetrates the leaves in the afternoon, reflecting the colorful and brilliant colors."
Her words were concise and steady, without any deliberate ups and downs, nor hesitation or hesitation. Her clear voice simply overwhelmed everything on the scene, and countless students were shocked and trembling in their hearts, as if they were receiving a baptism from re-understanding the world.
After the black-haired girl left the stage, a freshman in the audience still had a trembling brain. He covered his beating heart with one hand, as if a cry was about to burst out from it.
This powerful force from the heart and will shook every student present like a storm, not just this freshman, but many senior students who had already reached Sequence 5 also looked at the black-haired figure who slowly walked off the stage with dull eyes, as if nothing else mattered.
Is this the power of a singer? So powerful, so magical, as if every cell in the body is cheering for this new ideal, for that desirable and passionate goal.
Although this idea is a bit naive and stubborn when analyzed rationally, he does not hate this gradually fiery impulse, and is even willing to fall for it and be driven by it, because what is constantly beating is the pure and flawless self that is unwilling to compromise or be tainted by anything.
Heshia Tilan, this once distant name, is deeply engraved in the hearts of all the students present at this moment. It is also from this moment that this new color-level singer has the first batch of absolutely loyal followers. They will also stand behind this new singer again and again at the fork of history in the future as a force to support her. The ceremony is over, and the students who have left
the venue gradually after the meeting, while some teachers and directors are still at the scene. They are sitting together at this moment, and the scene is a bit quiet.
After a long silence, one of the old men slowly spoke: "What a terrifying strength. Even I couldn't help but tremble in my hands after her speech."
"Heshia...she was not recruited by other schools at that time, but entered our academy. Looking back on it, I feel fortunate and scared."
"If she entered St. Ingo Academy like Themisia, I can't imagine what the future would be like."
"She is completely different now than she was a year ago." N pressed his hat and said reminiscingly.
"If she was still fragile and beautiful glass a year ago, then the current Tilan has forged a flawless and clear heart of steel, without a trace of hesitation or wavering."
"In fact, she has not changed. It's just that now she has made a choice, so she doesn't have to hesitate as much as in the past."
"Let's go. It seems that we don't have to worry about what comes next. The only thing we have to do is probably not to hold her back and give her our full support."
"That's right. In fact, I suddenly have an inexplicable expectation now. Maybe it's a bit gloating and malicious, but I really want to see the expressions of Saint Ingo's group, the regretful and uncomfortable expressions." A director touched the hat in his hand and put it on again after a long time.
"Although I'm almost seventy years old, I've never been so excited about something in the past twenty years."
"It's really wonderful, it seems that life has some hope again, just like when I was a kid sitting in front of the TV, looking forward to the next episode."
"Ahaha, it's not just you. I'm afraid all of us here have this idea. Over the years, we've been pissed off by Saint Ingo more than once or twice, especially the blow four years ago. The atmosphere of the entire academy has become depressed." "
However, I think we still have to endure it, just like the best show should be saved for the end. If we expose it too early now, we won't be able to see the expected scene in the future."
"In the next one or two years, we will still be the same as usual and not attract too much attention from Saint Ingo. For no other reason, I just want to see the stunned expressions of those people on the opposite side after being slapped in the face and defeated."
"If I record a scene like that and take it to the cemetery, I will laugh."
"How can you do this? It's too inhumane. I think it's better to make it a documentary and make it into a movie for every freshman who will enter the school in the future, so that the younger generations can understand the history of the academy."
"This is what a school with a history and heritage should do."
"Ahem, this is a bit rude. But I personally agree."
After that, the remaining teachers and directors in the auditorium gradually dispersed in laughter, and then the cleaning self-discipline unit cleaned the entire hall.
On the wall in the center of the hall, the black rose pattern exuded a faint blue halo, which was particularly bright and vivid, as if it were alive.
(End of this chapter)
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