I've Been Licking Dogs For Four Years, Am I In A Hurry To Stop Licking The School Girl?

In the blink of an eye for three days, the cultural week speech event held by the school in response to the cultural call is about to begin.

Banners have been drawn between the sycamore trees on the campus. Due to the number of people, this speech will not be held in the lecture hall, which cannot accommodate so many people, so it will be held in the playground.

The loudspeaker equipment and the tables, chairs and benches that the leader should make are ready. The dean and many teachers have repeatedly urged the whole process of this event to be recorded. Anyone who enters is not allowed to open it and leave halfway.

Jiang Cheng will be the first student representative to speak on stage.

The principal attaches great importance to this activity, and no mistakes are allowed.

Backstage, Jiang Cheng was dressed in a neat little suit, his hair was specially done, and some concealer was even forced on his face. The whole person looks very energetic, and has changed from the previous sloppy.

Zhao Xuerou is the host of the opening show. She and Jiang Cheng came on stage one after another, and they were together at this time.

She glanced at Jiang Cheng's delicate face in surprise.

I've known him for four years, and it's the first time I've seen him like this. He's tidied upright, his facial features are delicate under his fluffy hair, and his youthful face has gradually approached the determination of a man.

The temperament of the whole person changed suddenly, which was very eye-catching.

In addition to being amazed, Zhao Xuerou's eyes were also filled with a trace of hotness, and she was grateful in her heart that Jiang Cheng didn't like to dress up on weekdays.

Otherwise, there must be rotten peach blossoms by his side.

"Are you ready? It's your turn, Jiang Cheng."

"All right."

He tidied up his cuffs, took out the manuscript from his schoolbag, and prepared for the first large-scale event presentation in his life.

Jiang Cheng never expected that five minutes ago, a man wearing a baseball cap and mask sneaked in. When everyone was nervously preparing for the ceremony, Quiet Mimi touched his black schoolbag, took out the manuscript, and replaced it with another one...

In other words, the manuscript he is holding now is all blank paper!

Not a word at all!

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After a long and anxious wait.

With a shout from the teaching director, he stepped onto the stage.

"Next, I would like to invite the freshman representative -- Jiang Cheng, to give us an opening speech for the cultural week!"

"Clatter la la la!" There was a burst of applause, like thunder.

Jiang Cheng walked onto the stage with slow steps and stood in front of the stand microphone.

The weather in the afternoon was still hot, which made his forehead sweat a little more.

At this moment, he was a little nervous, couldn't hold back, and looked down the stage.

It was amazing to see this.

Looking down from this angle, it is full of people...

Students like mountains and seas!

Thousands of pairs of eyes are staring at him closely, every move is in the sight of others.

A large area of ​​darkness, it is almost to make people suffer from dense phobia!

The feeling of being treated as the focus makes people really flustered...

Jiang Cheng took a deep breath, "Huh~", and let it out, trying to relieve his nervousness.

He expected that he should not be so flustered.

But when I really stand on the stage, I really don't know how scary that feeling is until I experience it.

Jiang Cheng tried to relieve his stiff hands and feet, and his heartbeat continued to accelerate.

Even though he has a good heart, his calves are shaking a little now.

After a while, he raised his face, smiled, and bowed to the school leader and the students in the audience.

"Leaders and students, hello, everyone. I am Jiang Cheng. Today I would like to share with you some of my understanding of culture."

He opened his voice, and his voice echoed throughout the playground.

Zhao Xuerou was terrified watching in the background, afraid that something might go wrong if he couldn't hold back.

The school leaders sat upright, made eye contact, and were quite satisfied with Jiang Cheng's opening. For those who have never been on stage before, his performance is already very good, which can be regarded as letting go of their hanging hearts.

"Come on, Jiang Cheng!" Zhao Xuerou clenched her small fist secretly.

After Jiang Cheng finished his opening remarks, he looked down at the manuscript.

But it's just this look!

He was stunned!

Because, the originally full manuscript in my line of sight has now turned into a blank sheet of paper! !

how can that be?

He frowned, and turned down two more pages, hoping that he had made a mistake in the number of pages, but in fact the manuscript was still behind.

But the text in Jiang Cheng's imagination did not appear, it was still blank! All are blank!

Others are stupid...

Under the stage, there are students who are looking forward to it. The scale is close to 10,000, and the applause is like thunder.

Under such a scene, there was a flaw......

Jiang Cheng raised his head blankly, looked at these students, looked at their curious eyes...and then turned his gaze to the leader.

The school leaders had no idea what was going on, and only gave puzzled looks.

He even saw the dean in the background and Zhao Xuerou conveying encouragement to him.

At this moment, Jiang Cheng was completely panicked!

For a full two minutes, he didn't say a word, his hands were constantly sweating, soaking a corner of the white paper manuscript, and it was full of wrinkles.

The students in the audience were already talking about it, and they didn't know why Jiang Cheng didn't say anything more. The whispering voice reached his ears, making him even more desperate.

The school leaders also frowned, wondering what he was messing with.

This is a video of the whole process, and there are so many people watching it!

Only two people in the audience were sneering, they knew why Jiang Cheng stood there stupidly!

Because the manuscript in his hand was simply swapped!

These two people are Qi Feng and Sun Yuchen!

"Ignite the fire!" Qi Feng muttered.

The dog-legged son Yuchen next to him got the order, grabbed a can of iced Coke from the bottom, and opened the tab.

With his hands back, he made a throwing gesture.

Towards Jiang Cheng on the stage, he smashed hard!

An accurate parabola!

With a sound of "Bang!", it happened to hit Jiang Cheng's suit!

This sudden situation made everyone dumbfounded. The can of Coke hit Jiang Cheng's body, and the foam overflowed in an instant, splashing and splashing!

Get his clothes wet!

Jiang Cheng's face was also splashed with some Coke, his body shrank instinctively, and he lowered his head to shake off the water stains on his body.

"what happened!"

The dean frowned and growled in a low voice.

The students and the school leaders did not expect such a situation!

The voice of discussion gradually became noisy, gradually becoming unstoppable.

Jiang Cheng, after being stunned for a while, fell silent...

Manuscript, Coke...

He seemed to understand something.

All of this is not a coincidence, but someone is deliberately messing with him.

Jiang Cheng closed his eyes, exhaled a breath of boredom, tore off a few blank manuscript papers, and slowly wiped his clothes and cheeks under the eyes of everyone.

After wiping, his heart slowly calmed down, without the previous panic.

"Okay, you want to make a fool of me, don't you?"

Jiang Cheng's heart gradually became colder, and in contrast, his superficial face became more and more relaxed.

He crumpled up the manuscript paper after wiping off the water stains, put it in his pocket, and returned to the microphone again.

Everyone in the audience was shocked! The school leaders were also puzzled.

Damaged the speech script, you are not going to give a speech, are you?

"Thank you to the classmate who gave me a Coke. I know that speaking in hot weather is hard, so I really appreciate your understanding." Jiang Cheng said with a smile on his face.

Everyone was shocked!

No one can think that this is his following!

Everyone could see that there was no consideration for the thing that was thrown at it, it was clearly to tell him to get out of here quickly!

In this situation, can you calmly say thank you? ?

"As you can see, the banner on our podium is about the inheritance of Chinese culture. Today I want to discuss with you the Chinese culture in my heart."

He speaks at a smooth pace, eloquently.

Let the students in the audience be horrified! !

Is this going to give a speech directly out of script? ?

"I have always been a person with a strong sense of national pride. In my eyes, the Chinese race has the courage to charge Guanshan and fifty states!"

Jiang Cheng's expression was serious, and he seemed to be in the mood all of a sudden.

Today, he just wants to improvise!

Who cares about his manuscript! Just say what you want to say!

Such a thing as national pride! What's the use of writing a draft!

Every son and daughter of our Huaxia can talk freely!

"We have but let the flying generals of Dragon City stay, and don't teach Humadu Yinshan's heroic integrity!"

"We have the intention that Han Xingquan doesn't notice, I recommend Xuanyuan's literati blood with my blood!"

"Everything that the sun and the moon shine on us are all Han soil. On the shore of the land, could it be the glory of the king's ministers!"

Jiang Cheng's tone became more and more impassioned, expressing his thoughts with famous phrases through the ages that a three-year-old child could catch.

"The Chinese culture in my eyes is a culture that understands humility, and the Chinese culture in my eyes is a culture worthy of respect!"

"When I read the history books, through the ages, how many celebrities and strangers have given culture inheritance!"

"One day, Zhong Ni was not born, and Confucius was like Chang Ye through the ages."

"Shang Yang, a reformer who has cars on the same track and books on the same text!"

"There is Qin Shihuang, the emperor who swept the world and never forgot his wish to rule the world!"

"There is Xin Qiji, a civil and military talent who lights up the lamp while drunk and looks at the sword, dreaming back to the company of blowing horns!"

"When there is a study of heaven and man, there is Sima Qian who understands the changes of the past and the present, and becomes the words of the family!"

"They told us what our cultural inheritance should be like."

The discussion in the audience gradually stopped, and even the school leaders became serious, and no one whispered anymore.

"We are not fools who have gone through thousands of times and no one has heard of the dead. We are brave men who have learned lessons from history and thrived."

"The five thousand years of Chinese culture is enough to rival any civilization in the world. We give civilization to the years, not years to civilization!"

"The Great Wall, which stretches for thousands of miles, is the witness of our resistance to foreign humiliation."

"We are strong but not bullying, we are powerful but not domineering! Swing the sword to break through the clouds, and the princes will come to the west!!"

"Eight hundred li in the hinterland of Qin Chuan, watched the survivors of Qin Shifen VI, vigorously pursued their strategies and imprisoned the inner world! Whip the world and shake the world

! "

"You know how many foreigners have been bowed down by my Huaxia!"

Jiang Cheng's words are pearls, and his tone is extremely firm.

"Five thousand years have passed, who are the old opponents left on our chess table? Everyone should have the answer in their hearts."

"As a descendant of Huaxia, a new generation of pioneers, as an ordinary student, I hope that the wings of China will be as prosperous as the forest! The culture of China has a long history!"

"I hope that one day, the world... can really listen to dragons."

When Jiang Cheng said this, he was already emotional, and his voice began to choke.

"I am intoxicated by our culture and proud of our 5,000-year civilization. I hope that everyone can learn culture together and pass on the torch. This is the duty of every patriotic student."

Off stage, on stage.

Playground, backstage.

There was no sound.

No one can remain calm at this moment.

Can the world really listen to dragons?

We don't know, no one knows.

However, every Huaxia student will probably work hard to make this unattainable dream a reality.

Perhaps, the dragon chant has already begun.

After a moment of silence and shock, the students opened their mouths slightly, and some of them had red eye circles.

Their hearts were full of silent shock, and their enthusiasm had already risen.

"Huh, huh, huh!"

Thunderous applause! Enduring!

It lasted for a full three minutes without stopping!

Jiang Cheng smiled and bowed seriously to the thousands of students.

Zhao Xuerou gently covered her red lips in the background, her eyes were full of radiance.

The dean looked at Jiang Cheng with relief.

And Sun Yuchen and Qi Feng in the audience, their complexions turned livid as if they had eaten flies!

Jiang Cheng didn't know how he got back to the backstage, he turned and left after bowing his thanks, just now he felt scared and sweated.

Unlike the impassioned on stage, he fell silent directly.

Just as Jiang Cheng walked back slowly, there were still countless people staring at his back, the applause was like thunder, and the mountain roared like a tsunami.

But his heart was not as calm as it looked on the surface, behind the calm steps was a panic imperceptible to the naked eye, and Jiang Cheng's face paled a lot.

"Jiang Cheng, your manuscript and speech are great! I just felt the urge to cry!" As soon as she arrived backstage, Zhao Xuerou, who was wearing a dress, said excitedly, as if she was more excited than giving a speech by herself. Be excited.

"It's really good. For someone who is on stage for the first time, you have already performed exceptionally!" The always strict dean nodded, very satisfied with his performance.

Except for the short few minutes of silence before, everything else was impeccable.

Jiang Cheng looked, but he wasn't that happy. He smiled awkwardly, found a chair in the backstage, sat down, and stared blankly at something.

He hasn't recovered from the panic yet.

Zhao Xuerou didn't notice his abnormality, but asked more happily, "How did you come up with the idea of ​​giving a speech without a script, how dare ordinary people do it! You are too courageous."

He looked up at Zhao Xuerou.

"You think... I want to write off the manuscript?"

As soon as these words came out, the dean and she were both stunned.

"What do you mean by that? Isn't this your idea planned in advance?"

Jiang Cheng was silent, did not speak, but slowly took out the few pieces of paper from his pocket, unfolded...

blank.

Visible voids.

Let alone the words on it, there is not a single stroke!

"What's going on!" The dean was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly asked.

"Did you go up with a blank sheet of paper?"

"I originally wrote the manuscript and put it in my schoolbag. Who knew it would be like this when I was on stage."

Jiang Cheng waved his hand, threw the blank papers into the trash can, got up and left.

The dean and Zhao Xuerou were left looking at each other.

"Could it be that someone did such a thing on purpose?" Fu Shu's eyes suddenly turned cold.

He tried to destroy the school's ceremony, humiliated the students who gave the speech, and threw cans from the audience.

This kind of person is too arrogant.

You really don't take yourself as the dean seriously, do you?

She was furious and ready to investigate the matter thoroughly.

Zhao Xuerou's thoughts were completely different from hers.

If Jiang Cheng submitted a blank manuscript, then the brilliant words that touched countless people just now were improvisation...

An inconceivable expression flashed in her beautiful eyes.

That's too scary! !

Playing on the spot can do this!