On stage, after a group of VIPs finished their speeches, the host announced it was time for the freshman representative to speak.
Beside him, Kong Qi gently nudged Lin Chu's arm.
The procedure had already been laid out. Although Lin Chu wasn't qualified to sit on the main stage, being able to speak from the audience was still considered a "special honor" of sorts.
The speech was already prepared. All Lin Chu had to do was read from the script, and the job would be considered done.
As was expected, the other students broke into enthusiastic applause.
Lin Chu glanced around the hall, picked up the speech, and began to read it nonchalantly.
"Represent..."
"Thankful..."
"Strive..."
"Expectations..."
The generic phrases, one after another, echoed clearly throughout the auditorium.
'I should feel "proud," right? After all, being the freshman representative makes me the head of the new students, in a way.'
'So why does it feel so... off?'
'There's no excitement.'
'No energy.'
