"Jiang Nian."
Old Liu paced around the class lineup and wandered backstage. It was supposed to be a backstage, but in reality, it was just a wall.
Underneath, there were two small bathrooms for people using the sports field.
"Hmm?" Jiang Nian turned around.
The circle of students was also drawn by Old Liu's voice. That's when Old Liu realized his class monitor was present too.
Liu Yang also said everyone was here!
Li Qingrong glanced at Old Liu, her expression unchanged, and spoke.
"Teacher."
"Hmm." Old Liu suddenly felt uneasy, but he held back the urge to complain and looked at Jiang Nian to ask.
"How's the preparation?"
"Not bad, I've memorized most of it," Jiang Nian said nonchalantly, "If worse comes to worst, I'll just read the script."
"Alright." Old Liu nodded.
You can't be too brief with a speech, not until you get through a third of it. Basically, no one cares if you're reading off a script.
Even the leaders hope you read faster.
