"Then I won't talk about grand principles, I'll just share some personal feelings."
She paused, her gaze sweeping over the slightly tired faces below the stage.
I know everyone is tired.
Every day, we are swept along by exam papers, rankings, and scores, like a machine with a pre-programmed schedule.
Sometimes I'm the same way, practicing the piano until my fingers cramp up.
I also wonder, when will this kind of life end?
The entire place was eerily quiet.
These words, spoken by a "genius" shrouded in an aura of fame, evoke a strange sense of resonance.
"Many people told me to persevere, to follow the rules, and to be patient for that bright future."
Ye Xi's voice softened, taking on a unique magnetism.
"However, just recently, I read a sentence in a book that really touched me."
Lin Que stood behind the curtain, his eyebrows suddenly twitching.
Ye Xi slightly raised her chin, her eyes brightening, and said, word by word:
The book says: Rules are dead, but faith is alive.
As soon as these words were spoken,
The previously quiet crowd below the stage was suddenly thrown into chaos, as if a bomb had been dropped on them.
That's from the latest chapter of "The Ferryman," titled "Ghost Detective."
What Zhao Li said to the persistent ghost A Zhe was the strongest counterattack against rigid rules.
"Holy crap..."
A student in the back row couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.
Immediately afterwards, whispers rippled through the audience like electricity.
"She also watches 'The Pendulum'?"
"My God! Goddess Ye Xi is also a fan of The Dream Weaver's books?"
"I copied this sentence into my notebook! It's my motto!"
The original gap between "high-and-mighty artists" and "miserable high school students"
Because of that one sentence, it vanished without a trace in an instant.
Ye Xi seemed oblivious to the commotion below the stage, and continued:
Whether we study art or academic subjects,
Those rules and regulations should not be shackles that bind us.
True passion should be like that...that protagonist in the story.
Even when facing life and death, one must uphold the principles of justice and compassion within.
She did not name the book or mention the words "dream weaver".
But most of the students present understood it.
This is a tacit understanding that belongs only to young people.
It's like exchanging a secret code; a single line of dialogue confirms that everyone is from the same world.
"So no matter how tired you are, don't forget to leave a light in your heart."
Ye Xi smiled, this time with a hint of genuine cunning.
"Just like that convenience store that's always lit up, it warms itself and illuminates others."
"If you don't love someone, please don't hurt them. But if you do love someone, please fight to the bitter end."
Ye Xi took half a step back and bowed slightly.
Thank you everyone.
Whoosh—!!!
This time, the applause was not merely a formality.
Instead, it was accompanied by an almost fanatical sense of identification.
Some people even stood up excitedly and applauded enthusiastically.
Minister Zheng Songxue and Professor Yu Yan, who were sitting in the first row, also clapped, with approving smiles on their faces.
"Well said."
Minister Zheng nodded.
"This child's awareness is higher than that of many adults."
As Jiang Changfeng clapped, he turned to Minister Zheng and whispered:
"As expected of those trained in Nanjing, their ideological awareness is indeed high."
"Rules are dead, faith is alive"—this statement is full of dialectical reasoning.
It sounds like they have a background in Western philosophy.
Minister Zheng nodded in deep agreement:
"Although I've never heard of its origin, it's truly thought-provoking, absolutely thought-provoking!"
Behind them, Lin Que bit his lip hard to keep himself from laughing out loud.
Ye Xi slowly straightened up, maintaining her elegant posture, and was about to walk...
He was about to step down from the podium amidst thunderous applause.
"Wait a moment!"
At this moment.
In the corner of the first row,
A middle-aged female teacher wearing thick-rimmed glasses stood up.
His finger trembled as he pointed at Ye Xi on the stage.
"This is not a philosophical quote at all!"
Ye Xi, as a specially invited guest for the provincial art exchange,
In such a serious setting, you're treating ghost stories from horror novels as your faith!
Is this appropriate?!
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