Ling Youting took the microphone numbly, stared blankly at the crowd below, feeling nervous for a while, but at this moment the audience immediately quieted down, and many people looked at Ling Youting expectantly, quietly waiting for him to speak.

1 minute passed like this, Ling Youting stood in front of the stage dumbly holding the microphone, his face was sweating and wanted to say something but he couldn't say it, his eyes wandered for a while, and even his lips turned pale.

At this moment, Ling Youting's thoughts were extremely chaotic, and he was completely messed up by the vice principal's operation. He kept repeating a sentence in his heart: "If it were Si Mohan, what would he say?"

Another minute passed, and the people in the audience gradually couldn't sit still, they had already started whispering to each other, and some people laughed while watching Ling Youting who was in a daze on the stage.

"What's wrong with him? Why is he acting like an idiot?" A fancy-dressed boy asked with a smile.

"What else can I do? I'm so scared. Isn't that what country people look like when they go to the city? Look at his stupid look." The boy next to him snorted coldly and said with a look of disdain.

As soon as the words fell, there was a burst of laughter from around the two people, and a small climax was set off.

And they were the followers who followed Wang Yue to curry favor with Si Mohan and beat Ling Yusheng, the dog in the water.

"What's the matter, brother Youting? Why didn't you speak suddenly? It made us feel anxious." A girl with glasses looked nervously at the front of the stage and kept murmuring.

Another boy next to him whispered: "I think he has stage fright. After all, more than 1000 of us are watching him. Can he not be nervous?"

"Isn't it? Isn't Ling Youting usually very calm? Why is he acting so boastful today? It's completely different from the legend." A tall girl suddenly interrupted.

Discussions like this spread to the entire crowd one after another.

On the other side, at the farthest right of the playground, Ai Nien, a junior, was tilting her head and looking at Ling Youting anxiously, her chubby face was sweating profusely.

"Brother Youting, is he in a daze? Or is he uncomfortable? Why didn't you say a word when you came up with such a good opportunity?"

Ai Nien stomped anxiously on the spot, mist suddenly appeared in her eyes, and she seemed about to burst into tears if she didn't pay attention.

On the podium, Ling Youting remained silent, his face pale.

Yu Tian looked at Ling Youting closely at this moment, and was very puzzled in his heart, why would such an outstanding person stretch his hips so much at a critical moment?

At this time, something unexpected happened.

"Brother Youting! You are the best! No one is better than you!" A rush of shouts came suddenly, but they were quickly submerged in the crowd.

However, the voice then repeated itself again!
The next third time!the fourth time!

Finally, Ling Youting woke up with a start, and was awakened by this crisp sound, and the sound was poured into Ling Youting's mind like the sound of nature.

At this moment, Ai Nien shouted towards the center of the podium hoarsely, each sound getting louder and stronger, and everyone around cast strange glances, as if they were very surprised by what she did.

And Ling Youting on the podium was finally moved, and looked in Ai Nien's direction.

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