During the award ceremony, Qiushui High School was completely popular.

Students from Qiushui High School dominated both the liberal arts and martial arts competitions in Jiangsu Province, shocking the scene.

"Next, we invite Su Bei, the top player in the liberal arts competition, and Han Xiaoxing, the top player in the martial arts competition. How about asking them to say a few words?"

Host Zhen Butong did not mind that there were too many things to do, and said into the microphone while awarding the award.

The student's thoughts are relatively simple. After everyone is envious, jealous, or disappointed, they start to make noises.

"this……"

Su Bei, who only got 30th place, originally planned to keep a low profile, was a little helpless. He almost forgot that he was still at the top of the liberal arts competition.

"Come on, Su Bei, we're going to be on TV!"

Han Xiaoxing said with excitement.

Two staff members nearby handed over the microphone, and the camera lens followed the whole process.

The two quickly arrived at the central hosting stage.

"Heroes come from young, and the waves behind push the waves ahead. If you can become the number one in Jiangsu Province, you must have either talent or hard work."

Zhen Tong glanced at the two of them and asked, "How about I tell you a few words, who comes first?"

Su Bei quietly stepped back half a step, revealing Han Xiaoxing.

He immediately understood and said happily: "Host, I'd better do it first!"

"Okay, next we will ask Han Xiaoxing to talk about his experience in winning the provincial competition!"

Zhen BuTong smiled at the camera with a smile on his face.

Then, the lens with the same focus fell on Han Xiaoxing, who had small eyes and white teeth.

At this moment, the entire Suzhou TV station and all prefecture-level and municipal TV stations began to broadcast this glorious moment.

"Students, many of you here don't know me. In fact, not long ago, I was a student at the bottom of Qiushui High School."

Han Xiaoxing's first words made the audience fall silent. How could it be possible that he was a scumbag?

If Han Xiaoxing is a scumbag, then what is he underneath? Dust?

"In fact, I am the same as the students in Qiushui High School's special training camp. We got here step by step and made great efforts."

He continued, but everyone in the special training camp shrank their heads with a guilty conscience.

But the audience in the venue and watching TV, the students, took it for granted.

Otherwise, what can change a bad student?

"Students, I once said on Suzhou TV that the reason why I won was because of my talent! I'm sorry, I lied!"

He quickly hit the point and said,

"Actually, I have experienced despair countless times. I once sat in a barbecue restaurant in Shuhe County, drinking genetic reagents, but I still couldn't wake up!"

"I have practiced the Twelve Awakening Charts over and over again, observing the cause of sitting on the lotus, and the old dragon pushing the cart...but I have failed repeatedly and cannot awaken. Time and time again, do you understand this despair?"

Han Xiaoxing's words suddenly touched the hearts of many people. Although many in the audience were top students, they also made great efforts for this.

Not to mention the students with average qualifications in the Expo Center and outside the TV station.

"But every time I'm about to give up, I ask myself. Have you really reached the point where you are so hysterical that you can't persist?"

Han Xiaoxing suddenly amplified his tone and voice, as if he was asking himself, which struck a chord in everyone's hearts.

"Your ideal is poetry, your ideal is a dream, your ideal is a distant field, a journey across the world! But all you can do now is——

“Hold your hands tightly and accumulate more knowledge!

"You have to give, give your time, stake your dignity, give everything you have, and try your best with everything...

“When others are playing games, you are studying; when others are sleeping in, you are studying; you are dancing in the middle of the night with tears in your eyes, and running against the wind!

"No one wants to be ordinary when they are young!"

Han Xiaoxing suddenly shouted hoarsely, as if he was hitting everyone's souls with all his strength.

"Although life... it will deprive you of what you love, trample on your dignity, trample you under your feet, and leave you covered with bruises, but you - how can you fall!

"Behind you are your loved ones, and those injuries you have suffered will become your medals and the best gifts you can give to your future self!

"Because, I also have a dream!"

Han Xiaoxing was in a strong mood, and the originally deceptive speech of the middle school student seemed to bring him into it.

He held up the microphone and shouted:

"I told myself that one day, I will stand on the golden stage, with the spotlight shining on me, the camera pointed at me, everyone's eyes on me, and I can talk on the stage!

"At this moment, I am the only one in the world.

"I want to let the opponents who despise me and trample on me know that I want them to say those three words - you win!"

The little figure on the stage showed her white teeth as if they were shining under the spotlight.

He finally softened his tone and scanned the people in the audience inch by inch.

"Students, if youth is like footprints, then dreams must be called distant places!

"Please believe that life is bright, everything is lovely, the world is worthy, and the future is promising!

"As long as we continue to struggle!"

Having said this, he gripped the microphone tightly, put it down gently, and faced the camera with a close-up look on his face, showing an encouraging and decisive expression.

Everything is fixed at this moment.

Even Su Bei, who was a little behind the stage, was stunned. Is this still the arrogant and shameless Han Xiaoxing?

The venue was quiet for two minutes before suddenly bursting into loud applause.

Only then did Zhen BuTong raise the microphone and said word by word: "Classmate Han Xiaoxing, congratulations, you did it! This is the golden stage!"

The lighting engineer immediately pressed the controller, and golden light burst out on the stage.

In this light, a series of messy sounds suddenly sounded in the venue, and soon, they quickly gathered into a neat and loud roar——

"you win!"

Everyone spontaneously shouted loudly.

Han Xiaoxing, who was trying to fool everyone on the stage, did not think about this outcome. Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, as if there was sand in his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes and took a step back.

However, the momentum in the field truly reached its peak with this retreat.

The whole place was filled with screams and shouts.

The triennial National High School League has suppressed the students for too long, and now they are all released.

Only a handful of people looked on with gloomy faces or cold eyes as usual. Most people were facing the center of the stage, looking excited and shouting hoarsely.

A few people also had tears in their eyes.

"Han Xiaoxing, thank you for your sincere sharing and passionate speech." Zhen BuTong thanked him and turned to look at Su Bei.

"Next, we invite the top player in the liberal arts competition, who is also the son of the Dragon King of Kyoto!"

"His name is - Su Bei!"
Chapter completed!