On the stage, Jiang Nian only heard a faint sound of jeering.
But it was far away.
His focus was on the script, which was truly damn long. After finishing, he feared the family lineage would shorten.
Jiang Nian pondered, there's no need to read the first sentence. The rest should be similar, so he began to cut corners.
"Dear teachers..."
Up there, he babbled on, while the team below was already grumbling.
Are they cursing at me?
No, they should be cursing the leaders.
Jiang Nian was like an ant on a hot pan, switching to double speed. Old Liu below was confused, what's he reciting?
But despite the fast reading, the pronunciation was clear.
Old Liu glanced at Vice Principal Gao, seeing him laughing. He sighed in relief, no longer worried.
"What's he babbling up there?"
"Just putting on airs." Zhang Xiaofan said disdainfully, "What's the point of good grades, still a loser."
The more he looked at Jiang Nian on stage, the more unpleasant he felt, spitting on the lawn.
