The next person called up to the podium was Sun Bangyu.
After being called by Mr. Zhang, Sun Bangyu wasted no time, bowing her head and walking up. Even as she stood on stage, her gaze still avoided any connection with the audience below.
Sun Bangyu tightly gripped the hem of her shirt, her knuckles turning pale from nervousness.
Sang Ning was sweating bullets for Sun Bangyu—this girl wasn't just shy, she could barely speak. The difficulty level of her acting task was practically Hell Level.
"Classmate Sun, per usual rules, you'll have one minute to prepare. After one minute, you can officially begin your performance." Mr. Zhang spoke with a gentler tone, having sensed Sun Bangyu's discomfort.
After finishing his sentence, Mr. Zhang walked to the lectern, picked up his thermos cup, and prepared to take a sip of water to moisten his throat.
Just as his lips lightly touched the cup's rim and he took a sip of hot water, a thunderous roar erupted from the stage: "Aaahhh—!"
