"The following is the speech given by the president candidate, Yusuke Kato. Please...please come on stage."
Amid the host's stammering words, the young man slowly walked out from behind the curtain and stood in front of the podium.
First he nodded to the host on the side, and then turned his attention to the audience.
I saw Okita walking towards the team of his class like a hero, accompanied by stares and applause.
So unhappy.
Turning to Kato Yusuke's side, the applause turned into silent resistance.
All kinds of scrutinizing and critical eyes rushed towards him, and invisible pressure pressed on his shoulders like a hill.
It's so heavy that it makes you breathless.
The beast called "atmosphere" began to show its fangs under human control, and a turbid current composed of malice wanted to devour everyone.
It makes people both unstoppable and powerless to stop.
Even if some people clearly feel that this is wrong, most people's values have been distorted through deliberate guidance.
Those malicious intentions began to spread and began to increase in intensity.
The desires in his heart were packaged by a sense of justice, and turned into behavioral violence, all directed at Kato Yusuke.
And the source of this malice is Okita.
Behind the curtain of the stage, Hui's face was as white as a piece of paper.
In the second grade team, a pair of dark red eyes turned cold.
In the first grade, the clenched fists of a girl with golden twin tails were trembling slightly.
In this situation, which was almost like a thousand people's criticism, I saw the young man on the stage slightly raised one corner of his mouth, and a faint sneer appeared on his face.
As if to retaliate, the young man pulled the microphone closer to himself and said directly: "Except for a few, the vast majority of people sitting below today are rubbish."
The clear voice came from the speakers in the venue and clearly entered everyone's ears.
The young man stood upright, like an unbreakable pine and cypress. Under his handsome appearance, the first words he spoke were Wang Zha.
Although the sound was not loud, it shook the gymnasium as if it was shaking.
Teacher Hasumi covered her mouth in surprise, her round eyes widening.
Nakamura Katsu couldn't help but stand up from his seat, and quickly sat down again after standing up.
Okita, who was walking back, suddenly stopped in his steps, shook his head disdainfully, and said with a low smile: "Being carried away by anger... Is it only to this extent at best?"
The venue was quiet for a moment. Then——
"Wow——"
There was an uproar among the crowd.
"What's going on with this guy?"
"It's too arrogant to say that we are trash or something!"
"You're just a first grader, you're quite arrogant."
"poor!"
The students couldn't help but commotion. Their impression of the man on the stage was extremely bad, and they became even more convinced of Okita's point of view just now.
Under the stage, the area where Class E of the first year is located.
Yamaguchi sneaked back from the stands on the second floor when no one was paying attention, and hit Takei next to him in the side with his elbow.
He gritted his teeth and said, "That guy, isn't that rubbish talking about us?"
The other party looked at him with some dissatisfaction and replied, "I don't know."
At the same time, the group of students from the upper grades next door also became increasingly noisy.
Just when the situation was about to get out of control, Kato Yusuke on the stage continued: "If you want to explain why, it's because you can't let go of the arrogance and prejudice in your hearts."
In the blank space when everyone reacted to his words, the young man continued: "Just like now, many people think they are thinking, but in fact, they are just rearranging their prejudices."
The students couldn't help but be slightly startled, and then they all frowned.
At first, they subconsciously wanted to deny it, but when the words came to their lips, they felt unable to say them out. After all, from the beginning, they looked at this person through colored glasses.
Amidst this ambivalence that was stuck in one's throat, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
On the surface it looks calm, but in reality there is an undercurrent.
Without giving them a chance to refute, Kato Yusuke continued: "When a beam of light shines into the tower, the filth and filthiness in the tower are revealed, and this beam of light is guilty."
This time, the crowd's reaction was subtly different.
Some people thought, some were suddenly enlightened, and some frowned deeper.
But the same thing is that everyone chose to endure their emotions and listen for the time being.
Occasionally, some people tried to stand up and reason, but they were firmly fixed in their seats by the atmosphere in the venue.
The atmosphere began to change quietly.
In the team of second-year class D, the beauty who kept shaking her legs and exuding a cold breath suddenly stopped her movements, her pursed lips slowly relaxed, and there was a feeling of being unable to defeat the opponent between her brows.
The area where teachers are located.
"Oh?"
The gray-haired old man glanced at the stage in surprise, his eyes thoughtful.
Sitting in the second row, Masaru Nakamura whispered to his side in confusion: "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with what you just said?"
Seeing Kanoko, Hassan chuckled and responded: "It was something Nietzsche said, and Kato-kun used it to fight back."
After a pause, she continued in a low voice: "To use the words of a philosopher to defend myself, little Kato is quite cunning."
There is a bit of gentleness and playfulness in the tone, which is very lively.
Nakamura Katsu couldn't help but smacked his tongue slightly: "If he could spend this time on studying, he wouldn't have failed the exam before."
To say that what is really surprising is probably the young man's calmness and ability to reverse the atmosphere.
By eliminating and suppressing the conflict, an invisible conflict was eliminated without losing any of it.
There is quite a sense of calmness and atmosphere.
But the young man's speech continued.
"Pride and prejudice can make people arrogant and ignorant. If you can't put these things down, you will never be able to see the facts clearly."
Kato Yusuke continued to speak like this in a tone that sounded serious and seemed to be accusing someone of a mistake.
"Can't a first-year student be the student council president? Put shackles on yourself just to cater to others? Dress up in a tacky style, and being an otaku is a sin? Gain inner fulfillment by maliciously slandering, excluding, isolating or even hurting others.
feel?"
"Sports clubs can naturally allocate more funds? But cultural clubs can't even throw away a rocking chair?"
The young man weaved his words one by one.
"Of course, it would be understandable if it could win more honors for the school. But in fact, our school's clubs have no actual achievements."
A deep voice echoed in the gymnasium, and there was only one voice in the large space.
Many people's breathing became slightly rapid.
After a while, Kato Yusuke continued.
"And those clubs that enjoy such preference in terms of funding can ignore the gap in strength when it comes to competitions and let those who only know how to be lazy all day long play, just because they are seniors."
"You have worked hard all year, but because you can't play, you can only sit on the bench, doing things like cheering, cheering, and supporting, and then you watch them lose the game, and you can still laugh and laugh indifferently?
"
Even though they were silent, they could still feel the emotions of some people gradually rising, and they resonated with the young man's words.
Following the momentum, Kato Yusuke continued to pursue.
"Because they are senior students, they can naturally ask the junior students to run errands."
"Because they are seniors, they can blame their mistakes on others... and the former student council president who obviously didn't take good care of the documents, but came to find fault."
"This kind of thing is really ridiculous, but it happens every day, and we."
He stared at the crowd below with sharp eyes, and then said word by word: "How long are you going to let these things continue? Or...how long do you want to endure it?"
The ups and downs of the voice echoed in their ears, and many people involuntarily looked towards Okita, with some doubts in their eyes.