Host, You're Targeted

The sun in early autumn dissipated the residual fog on the playground, ran to a corner of the playground in the unfinished mist, and quietly put down a beam of divergent light.

The door of the small studio behind the main stage was half open, and a beam of sunlight tried to sneak in, but she fell over the threshold of the door. A piece of light fell on Xia Cifeng, and a light hit the ground.

Sitting in front of the machine, chatting in a low voice, the sophomore in high school was frightened by the sudden falling light, and instinctively raised his hand to block his eyes.

When the light fell, it threw a lot of dust on the ground. Some people nervously looked at Xia Zifeng, who was asleep against the wall, for fear that he would be awakened by the light.

Xia Cifeng's hands were all in the wide school uniform pants pocket, his handsome cheek did not shine, hidden in the dark, the sunlight from the door fell obliquely under the line from his left shoulder and shoulder to his right waist. It was faintly visible that the sleeve of his school uniform was exposed half because of the small fluff on the arm which was some wheat color from the military training.

His whole body seemed to glow.

Several elder students and elder sisters almost froze at him, and the younger brother was as charming as the legend.

"That's the end of my speech. Thank you."

All of a sudden, only a wall separated by the main desk uploaded the final speech of the graduates' representatives, and they remembered to wake up the summer speech.

When the graduate representative came in to hand in the manuscript, the senior who was going to wake up Xia Cifeng had not come to him. Because the door was opened, the light that rushed in suddenly hit Xia Zifeng's face, which made him open his eyes immediately.

Suddenly wake up in the eyes of the juvenile flash is dazed and anxious, this with a fierce look in the eyes scared that senior did not dare to reach out to pat him.

Xia Cifeng saw a man in school uniform handing in the manuscript to the person sitting in front of him. He rubbed his eyes and stretched his waist. He gently pulled the corner of his mouth and nodded his head to the schoolmaster standing in front of him.

The teacher on the main stage is summarizing the speech of the graduate representative. Xia Zifeng takes a look at the manuscript in his hand and quickly passes it with his eyes. As soon as he puts it down, he hears the teacher in front of him and says, "next, let's invite Xia Zifeng of class 11, senior high school, to speak on behalf of all the freshmen."

Xia Cifeng took a deep breath and handed the manuscript to the schoolmaster who was still in a daze. He bent over and laughed at the schoolmaster and pulled off the sleeve of his school uniform jacket.

"Thank you, teacher."

Xia Cifeng went to the front, took the microphone from the host teacher's hand, slightly lowered his eyebrow and politely laughed at the teacher. Then he went to the middle of the main seat platform, bowed to a row of school leaders who were bathed in sunshine on the main table, and then turned to bow to the teachers and students under the stage.

Xia Cifeng heard a commotion on the stage when he came out of the studio. However, as a freshman who was popular all over the school on the first day of military training, his psychological quality construction has been very successful, so successful that he thinks that even if all the people on the stage are waving fluorescent sticks and shouting his name, he will not be nervous.

"Good morning, dear teachers and students. I'm Xia Zifeng from class 11, grade 11. It's my honor to stand here to speak on behalf of all the new students..."

Xia CI Feng's voice at the end of the sound changing period is a little low, mixed with the clear youth voice and spread throughout the whole school.

Sheng Yinzhou, who had been distracted in class 19 of high school, blinked, looked at the man on the stage, raised his hand and rubbed his eyebrows.

Do you like to say something in summer?