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Chapter 350 But this person on the stage, if you want to speak, just say what you want, cue what am I doing? ? ?
The school leaders and teachers sat in the first row under the stage. When everyone looked at Shen Du, their expressions and eyes were full of relief and kindness.

Nan Song, who was sitting in the back, looked at the back of the front row of heads, young or thick hair, old or thin hair, but it is a different kind of scenery.

The mottled traces on the tiles on the auditorium floor, the hair that some teachers did not keep, and the former classmates around them are now adults with stable temperament.

These all show the passage of time.

On the stage, a man in a black suit was tall and tall, with a calm and stern expression.

"Respected leaders, teachers, and students, hello, everyone. I am Shen Du, a 2009 graduate of Yuncheng No. [-] Middle School. It is a great honor to return to my alma mater to stand here on this centenary anniversary."

Nan Song gradually didn't listen to what Shen Du said afterwards, and could only see his lips opening and closing, and his gestures and gestures were extremely graceful.

She suddenly remembered the summer many years ago, at about the same time as now, with the same group of people around her now. At that time, everyone was young and energetic, and the place was also the auditorium she was in now.

Nan Song looked at Shen Du standing on the stage, his face gradually overlapped with the boy's face in his memory.

All the sounds around me seem to be gradually getting smaller, and the memory is also drifting away, returning to the summer when I graduated from the third year of high school...

On June 2009th, the graduation ceremony for the [-] graduates was grandly held in the school auditorium.

Nan Song sat under the stage and fiddled with his mobile phone. On the podium, the principal in his 40s was speaking, chattering impassionedly.

After all, it was a high school graduation ceremony, and it happened once in a lifetime. Nan Song felt that he should not be too presumptuous, so he glanced at the stage after swiping his phone for a while, or turned his head to answer a few questions from the students next to him.

Everyone seemed to be discussing where to have dinner and sing at night, and asking for her opinion.

When he raised his head again, Nan Song's gaze fell on the profile of the person sitting in the middle of the third row. Shen Du was sitting very upright, listening to the principal's speech on the podium with a calm expression.

Sitting upright and serious, Nan Song felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Ten days ago, on a dark and windy night, she blocked Shen Du on the road outside the school gate to help Xu Jingsheng deliver love letters, and ended up having a small oolong.

That bastard thought that she wrote the love letter, and he just said "give up your heart, I won't like you", so she was completely confused at that time.

After throwing the love letter in his face and finally walking away gracefully, she didn't really feel relieved.

Why on earth does this person always have such a condescending look?
Just because his family is rich?Well, his family does have money.

Is it because of his academic performance?Well, he did take the first place in the exam every time, as simple as eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom.

Just because of his good-looking face? .All right, his skin is really good. Putting aside all other factors that hate this person, she has been thinking about it for a long time.

So, after raising these three questions in his heart and answering them himself, Nan Song's mood became even worse.

At this moment, looking at that clean side face through the rows of people in front, he became more and more angry.

Strange to say, since the night when the love letter was sent, she and Shen Du met a lot more times in and out of school than before, and they always looked down and didn't see each other.

Nan Song wondered if he was a villain, and even planned to let Ms. Bai take him to the temple on the mountain to burn incense when he went home some weekend.

After thinking about it, I think it's better to forget it, and pay attention to what he is doing?
Anyway, the college entrance examination has ended, and I heard that the Shen family is going to send this person to study in the UK, so I'm so kind, maybe I won't be able to meet him in Yuncheng in the future.

Really happy just thinking about it.

Nan Song withdrew his gaze from Shen Du's side face, and continued to flick his phone with his head down.

After the principal finished speaking, the third-grade director would speak, after the grade director finished speaking, the teacher representative would speak, and after the teacher representative finished speaking, the outstanding student representative would speak, one for arts and sciences each.

As expected, the one on the science side was Shen Du.

Amid warm applause, Shen Du strode onto the podium.

The young man was wearing a white shirt uniform and black trousers. He had a handsome and clean face. When he stood on the podium, his whole body exuded a solemn and steady temperament.

Shen Du bowed at 45 degrees to the audience, and then reached out to adjust the height of the microphone.

The principal who spoke just now is 1.6 meters tall, and his height is 1.8 meters, which is a bit embarrassing.

Nan Song looked at Shen Du, and like the students around him, tried hard to hold back a smile.

But she smiled, remembering what happened that night when she sent the love letter, she was still angry, so she didn't really want to hear what this man had to say.

Nan Song lazily took out the earphone from the pocket of his school uniform skirt and inserted it into his mobile phone to listen to the song. Then he plugged one ear, and heard a voice from the microphone on the stage——

"Nan Song, the eighth row, the seventh row, and the second class of high school."

Nan Song's action of plugging in the earphone on the right suddenly stopped, thinking that he had heard wrongly, he looked up at the podium, and Shen Du was looking at him calmly.

Not only him, but everyone in the auditorium was looking at her at the moment, including the school leaders and a group of teachers in front of her. There was a trace of doubt and curiosity in everyone's expressions.

She is usually not the type of student who is afraid of the teacher in school, and she doesn't feel uncomfortable when too many people are watching her.

But this person on the stage, if you want to speak, you can say what you want, cue, what am I doing? ? ?The rebellious energy in Nan Song's heart jumped up all of a sudden.

She lifted her slender and fair neck, leaned lazily on the back of the chair, cleared her throat and raised the decibel.

"Student Shen Du, what do you do?"

The people on the stage answered calmly with the microphone in front of them: "Well, there is indeed something, I want to ask, does Nan Song not want to listen to my speech?"

Nan Song: "."

At this moment, Nan Song felt that the eyes looking at him from all directions seemed to be more scorching.

She gritted her molars silently, and cursed a bastard in her heart.

The anxiety in the heart is the anxiety in the heart, the expression must be steady, and you can't lose face.

Nan Song showed an awkward but polite smile: "No, why do you think so?"

Yes, you're right, I just don't want to hear you, not even a single punctuation mark.

"Because I saw you wearing headphones."

At this time, the warm afternoon sun came in through the carved windows of the auditorium, and in the beams of light, fine and light dust was floating up and down.

Nan Song's eyes fell on Shen Du's face, he raised his eyebrows, and took off the earphones he had already put on from his ears, his movements were calm as if nothing had happened——

"Is there something wrong with your eyes? I'm not wearing headphones."

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