When people began to doubt Okita's motives because of Yusuke's words.
There was neither aggressive pursuit nor bitterness.
Unexpectedly, the young man gently raised the topic,
"It turns out-"
Kato Yusuke's eyes scanned the entire audience, and all the audience were waiting for his next words.
The audience was silent, but something was quietly brewing.
Someone seemed to be feeling uncomfortable, moving his body on his seat, his eyes wandering.
After a short while, he slowly spoke.
"Actually, they are neither scary nor special. If the halo of those "predecessors" fades away, after all, they are just ordinary people like us."
The young man's voice was neither fast nor slow, and his speaking speed was just right.
"If you want to say why, I believe everyone has heard what happened in the past two days. In order to avoid making everyone think that I am boasting, I will not go into details here."
As he finished speaking, someone immediately thought of the baseball matchup on Tuesday.
"Ah, is that what you're talking about?"
"That's what happened."
"I was there that day, he was so handsome!"
…
There was a small exclamation in the crowd. Occasionally, some people who didn't understand the reason also learned about it through the explanations of the students around them.
Every word from the audience created a good ripple.
On campus, students who are good at sports are always more popular than others.
And this narrative method of using himself as an example also makes the boy's words more realistic.
From this moment on, the wind direction in the field has basically changed.
Okita's face became slightly distorted, and then he retorted loudly: "Stop kidding——!"
The voice instantly drowned out the whispers in the venue and attracted everyone's attention.
Like a beast forced into a desperate situation, he pointed at the young man on the stage and shouted: "You just won a practice match that is not even a match, and you dare to talk so arrogantly here. Don't you?
Do you think you can be better than all the major sports clubs here?"
"Stop looking down on me, senior! You're in first grade."
As he said that, he looked at the ministers of various sports associations, hoping to arouse their mentality of common confrontation.
The audience also looked over together.
However……
Either avoid it, lower your head, or turn a blind eye.
These club ministers, who usually had a good relationship with him, avoided his sight one after another.
"One entrance examination broke the best results in the past years. Who wants to fight against that kind of monster..."
Some people couldn't help but whisper, and they felt a burst of resentment towards Okita's behavior of bringing hatred to them.
Others also echoed.
"That's right, does he understand what that means?"
"I can't help it, I'm a layman after all."
"makes sense."
At this time, someone else said: "But I heard from our coach that Kato-san might join the club in the future, so I feel like we can look forward to this year's results."
There was a little excitement and pride in his tone.
There was silence for a moment, and then someone immediately retorted.
"...No, don't you mean just as a foreign aid? And it's the kind of important competition."
"Huh? But our coach clearly said he wanted to join the club...?" The person from before asked in confusion.
Another person asked: "Who is your coach?"
"Mr. Hirakawa, from the baseball club." the former responded.
Hearing this...
"Ah - it's Mr. Hirakawa..."
"It's Mr. Hirakawa..."
Others said something meaningful.
Fortunately, there were still people who enthusiastically answered the questions.
I saw a boy who was the director of an unknown club patted the man on the shoulder, and then said something with a smile.
"Haha, with Mr. Hirakawa's character, he must have said that because he couldn't save face. But unfortunately, he is actually a foreign aid, and we are all the same, brother."
…
Let’s put aside the ministers who suddenly went crazy and talked about sex.
Okita, who heard their words completely, became as shocked as a thunderbolt and stood still on the spot.
The other students couldn't help but have strange looks in their eyes, and they all looked at this "former student council president".
The atmosphere is unusually subtle.
At this moment, the young man's gentle and jade-like voice sounded from the loudspeaker again, and said something of unknown meaning.
“Watch the night cherry blossoms in spring, the stars in summer, the full moon in autumn, and the first snow in winter.”
The voice suddenly became a little long, but it was also full of magnetism. It was like the attraction of gravity, making people want to get closer to his voice every second.
"Young people are young people. They don't like the spring breeze, they don't get annoyed by the summer cicadas, they don't feel sad when they look at the autumn wind, they don't sigh when they look at the winter snow, they are too lazy to notice when they are surrounded by wealth, they don't dare to face injustice and injustice - just because they are teenagers.
"
The tone at the end of the sentence is slightly accentuated, as if it is meant to be engraved into people's hearts.
Off stage.
"Dostoyevsky." The girl murmured softly, her delicate lips opening and closing slightly.
Shiyu was seen staring at the figure on the stage for an instant, with a charming brilliance on his face.
'Even if you have a girlfriend, I will never give up.' She told herself, her eyes focused and firm.
And Kato Yusuke’s speech continued.
Taking advantage of the large blank time caused by what people just said, I only heard him speak slowly.
"The so-called maturity is actually a self-cultivation to eliminate arrogance internally and eliminate prejudice externally."
"As a high school student and an otaku, I don't think this is bad. On the contrary, I think it is a very good thing to have something you love and be able to work hard for it."
"So don't let those despicable people drown your enthusiasm, and don't pretend to be mature. Do what you like instead of what you should do. Don't let others dictate your life, and don't let your life have regrets."
"Because... we are teenagers."
The timbre is ups and downs, the wording is appropriate and elegant, and at the same time very grand, forming a sharp contrast with the previous Okita.
Coupled with that handsome face, many girls almost couldn't help but scream.
Even the boys looked at the man on the stage with admiration and felt extremely recognized.
Facing pairs of eyes embodying thoughts and recognition, Kato Yusuke said loudly: "I hope each of us -"
His eyes slowly scanned the audience, without any timidity on his face, and he spoke the second half of the sentence word by word.
"Everyone can live in their own love."
Perhaps it was because the facts revealed in his last words were so unexpected that the audience suddenly became silent.
In the silence, the long-haired beauty wearing a white headband was the first to stand up from her seat and began to applaud softly.
Crisp applause echoed alone in the venue.
In the team of Class F of the first year, a blond girl with an exquisite face was biting her lower lip tightly.
"To actually admit that I am an otaku or something in front of the whole school... I feel like an idiot."
With an indistinct grunt, the girl rubbed her somewhat red eyes,
"call……"
As if to cheer herself up, the girl took a deep breath, then stood up from her seat and clapped softly.
During this process, her blue eyes never left the figure on the stage, as if they were following the light.
The applause started to come in pairs.
In the corner, An Yilun also looked at that figure with complicated eyes. He couldn't tell whether it was envy, jealousy, or both.
Behind the curtain, Hui, who had tied up her long hair again at some point, was holding the curtain tightly, and her slender fingers were slightly white from the exertion.
In the third-grade team, senior Nakano with short hair also began to applaud softly, with undisguised appreciation on her face, but she did not stand up.
And this scene happened to be caught by Teacher Yamashiro.
Immediately, he clapped his hands vigorously.
The teachers next to him couldn't help but look sideways.
The other students also reacted at this time.
First there was a feeling like the ticking of light rain, and crisp applause began to sound from every corner.
Gradually, the light rain turned into heavy rain, and the heavy rain turned into thunderstorm.
Accompanied by the whistle of "咻~".
In the stadium, there was thunderous applause.
No matter whether the boy succeeds or not in the end.
This day will always be remembered by the teachers and students present.