Incense to the ancestors, I am invincible in the world

Chapter 52 A Natural Leader (Part 2)
The willow branches in April are enchanting and coquettish, dancing with the spring breeze.

on the playground.

Murong Jialan stood in front of the podium, her beautiful voice spread through the microphone, neither fast nor slow.

She praised the education and teaching of Luohe No. [-] Middle School, praised the teachers and school leaders of Luohe No. [-] Middle School, and thanked her classmates for their help.

Finally, I put forward a vision, wishing Luohe No. [-] Middle School a better tomorrow, achieving good results in the upcoming city-wide joint examination, and a brilliant college entrance examination.
perfect!

"clap clap"

There was thunderous applause on and off the stage.

A group of school leaders all smiled and praised Murong Jialan's speech very well.

It's all dry stuff, very realistic.

Wu Tao, the head teacher of Class 1 in the third year of Murong Jialan's class, smiled from ear to ear, and at the same time glanced triumphantly at Zhao Suqing.

What's the use of being pretty?What about wearing stockings?

In terms of education and teaching work, you still have to look at me, Lao Wu in jeans!

He likes to wear jeans.

Zhao Suqing turned her head away, as if she couldn't see, but her eyes were full of worry and anxiety.

Murong Jialan's performance was too perfect, whether it was the image and temperament, the speed of speech, or the vocabulary of the speech, she was very particular.

Can't fault it at all.

"In comparison, what should Wang Xiaobao do? Hey!"

"I was careless this morning, I should have asked about his speech."

Zhao Suqing regretted it so much that she really wanted to make an excuse to go to the bathroom.

Because she can almost predict what will happen next, Wang Xiaobao will definitely be laughed at by the school leaders and other teachers.

She really didn't want to see this scene.

offstage.

Wei Wenzhong nodded with a smile and said: "This classmate named Murong Jialan is indeed the representative of the top students in the top class. He gave a calm and unhurried speech, which is very good!"

While talking, he saw Wang Dabao beside him pursing his lips tightly, without saying a word, with a serious expression.

So he asked, "Brother Wang, what do you think?"

Wang Dabao pondered: "The only thing I admire is that this kind of thing actually has the courage to speak, just talk nonsense, nonsense."

"However, some people on the stage are still listening with gusto, where's the face?"

"A failure in education!"

"Don't look at me like that, maybe I'm a little too radical, but someone has to tell the truth."

He is very loud.

The parents of other students around heard it too, they couldn't help but look sideways and frowned.

"Whose parent is this fat man? Why are you talking so rudely?"

"I have no quality, and I still have a keychain around my waist."

"Yeah, the girl speaks so well. He must be jealous. I guess his child must not study well."

Everyone was talking.

not far away.

Murong Jialan's grandfather, Murong Huayu was also slightly angry, and turned his head to glare at Wang Dabao.

My granddaughter, Murong Jialan, has the blood of my Murong Huayu in her body. She is excellent and noble. She is still the Murong royal family of the Western Xia Dynasty in 800 years!
She is a princess!
This fat man is actually making sarcastic remarks here.

however.

Among the crowd, some parents bowed their heads in thought, thinking that what Wang Dabao said was indeed somewhat reasonable.

among them.

An old man on crutches nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "That parent said it well. The girl's speech just now was very good, but it was too utilitarian and tacky."

"Students, speeches should be positive and inspiring, not flattering."

When Wang Dabao heard the words, he immediately smiled, cupped his hands and said, "The truth is still in the hands of a few people! What do you call an old man?"

"Zeng Ziwen! You can call me Old Zeng." The old man on crutches smiled and said, "I will also attend the parent meeting. My granddaughter is in the liberal arts class."

Wang Dabao replied: "I Wang Dabao Nuo. The dog is on the stage."

He pointed to Wang Xiaobao on the podium.

Zeng Ziwen was taken aback and smiled.

It turned out that the boy who spoke on behalf of the poor students was the child of this parent!

The surrounding parents also heard it, and all burst into laughter.

"No wonder you're talking sarcastic here, so the underachiever representative is your baby!"

"Study is so poor, I can speak on stage, tsk tsk tsk"

"Wait a minute, how does his baby give a speech? It seems that he doesn't even have a speech script."

Murong Huayu was in a bad mood, but now he laughed angrily.

"I'd like to see what kind of flowers your dog can speak."

Wang Dabao smiled and remained silent.

Wei Wenzhong took a deep look at Wang Dabao, feeling more and more that this brother Wang is unfathomable.

A chain of keys hangs from his waist.

Talking is also like the keychain, one ring after another, but the words are always surprising and very reasonable.

Thinking carefully about the speech given by Murong Jialan's top student just now, it was indeed very vulgar, with all kinds of praise and praises, it was comfortable to listen to, but after listening to it, it was very empty.

"Brother Wang, I'm not as good as you!"

Wei Wenzhong said with emotion.

Wang Dabao smiled slightly and handed him a cigarette.

And this time.

On the stage.

Principal Li Han picked up the teacup again and took a sip of tea. Gao Zhiqiang, the director of the third-grade group, saw it, nodded knowingly, and said loudly, "Next, let the poor students speak on behalf of classmate Wang Xiaobao!"

The sound fell.

It was time for Wang Xiaobao to speak, but there was a burst of applause from the student group below.

Among them, there are also various shouts such as "Xiaobao come on, Xiaobao Ollie, Xiaobao is so handsome".

The voices were concentrated in Class 8, Senior Three, represented by Zhao Zhigang, the female class leader Zhou Qianwen, Zhu Wenwen, Ouyang Yuelan and many other students, clapping vigorously and cheering.

Tian Zhikai even shouted loudly: "Wang Xiaobao was not born to you, the school is like a long night!"

All around, students in other classes were also shouting.

But mostly girls.

In Class 11, Grade [-], a liberal arts class, Zeng Zixuan suddenly raised her small fist and waved it towards the sky, and also shouted, "Come on, Wang Xiaobao!"

In an instant, Wen Ruoxi and other girls also shouted.

This lively and excited mood shocked the school leaders and parents of the students on and off the stage.

"Student Wang Xiaobao, are you so popular in school?"

"Can hold a concert"

Principal Li Han spoke for the first time, smiling all over his face.

Gao Zhiqiang, the head teacher of the grade group, was a little confused about the meaning of the principal's smile. He was frightened and frightened, so he forced a smile, then turned his head and gave Zhao Suqing and Niu Caiping, the head teacher of Class 11 of the third grade, a hard look.

Niu Caiping felt wronged and innocent for a while.

She didn't know that the students in her class would follow suit!

"This Zeng Zixuan is very quiet on weekdays, what's the matter today?"

She was full of doubts.

Zhao Suqing smiled, very happily.

Although Wang Xiaobao is poor in his studies, there always seems to be a special power in him, which makes people can't help agreeing, infecting, approaching, and cheering for him.

"Perhaps, this is the so-called charisma!"

She pondered in her heart, but her eyes gradually shone with anticipation.

Maybe Wang Xiaobao's next speech will really bring surprises!

On the podium.

Wang Xiaobao didn't expect everyone to treat him so well, he was so moved that he raised his hand and suppressed it.

all of a sudden.

Collective quiet.

This scene surprised many school leaders again.

Wei Wenzhong's eyes lit up in the audience, and he said, "A natural leader! Old Wang, your son is not an ordinary person!"

He changed his name from Brother Wang to Old Wang.

The tone is also a little more respectful.

(End of this chapter)