I am the Almighty King of the City

Chapter 18 Trainee Ding Yi

A 2-minute manuscript wasted a lot of Ye Fan's energy, deleted, deleted and revised, barely satisfactory.

When he came to the classroom, Mu Zixi greeted him, and then said, "How is your speech? Do you want me to help you as a consultant?"

"Okay." Ye Fan was overjoyed. He knew that his level was limited, and when he heard that Mu Zixi was willing to help him revise the manuscript, he quickly found the manuscript from his schoolbag and stuffed it into Mu Zixi's hands.

"Ding Yi wrote the original manuscript for me. I changed a lot yesterday, and I don't know how it was done."

Mu Zixi reviewed it carefully, and read it word by word. When he read something that was not smooth, he started to discuss it with Ye Fan.

Ding Yi passed by the two, snorted heavily, and left angrily.

He couldn't figure out what topic a top student and a poor student could have.

In the past, the two of them worked together to study problems, but now Mu Zixi hangs out with Ye Fan when he has time.

After Ding Yi left, Ye Fan asked in confusion: "What's wrong with him? He seems a little unhappy."

Play dumb.Mu Zixi glanced at him slightly angrily and said lightly, "Maybe she's not feeling well."

"The manuscript has been revised, you should go back to class."

"Oh, thank you." Ye Fan scratched his head, grabbed the manuscript vigorously, and returned to his seat.

"Hmph!" Mu Zixi poked the tip of the pen heavily on the paper, "There is no sincerity in thanking you at all."

Throughout the morning, Ye Fan was memorizing manuscripts. He hadn't memorized anything for many years, and it was difficult for him to adapt for a while, and he forgot while memorizing.

At noon, He Jing found Ye Fan and forced a smile, "How are you preparing the manuscript? I will help you with your advice."

Why do you want to be my staff?Are you looking down on me?Ye Fan thought that something was wrong, they seemed to dislike their food, and they were afraid that they would give away their heads.

"Teacher, the writing is not very good..."

"Bring it!"

"Okay, teacher." Ye Fan quickly handed over the manuscript.

He Jing read it more carefully than Mu Zixi, wishing he could tear down the whole capital to take a look.

After reading it, she looked at Ye Fan in surprise, "Can you write such a speech?"

Ye Fan's complexion is not very good, no matter how bad I am, you can't tell me in front of me.

He Jing knew she had made a slip of the tongue, so she changed the subject and said, "Compared to the speeches of the previous swearing-in meetings, your quality will definitely be a blockbuster."

"But..." He Jing changed the subject, "Apart from the speech script, the key to speaking on stage is to be able to withstand pressure and not have stage fright. In this way, you go to the physical fitness room downstairs. There is no one there now. You look in the mirror by yourself. Practice hard.”

"Then what about my culture class?"

"After the swearing-in meeting is over, the teacher will give you a small lesson alone."

Ye Fan believed it, and hurriedly ran to the body room.

He Jing looked at Ye Fan's back and curled her lips. Ye Fan was busy doing things for 3 minutes, and when the activity was completed, he might have forgotten about making up lessons.

"Hey, the principal doesn't know what to think, how can he let him go up?"

……

Passing through the floors, the corridor is empty, and the body room is in front.

Ye Fan took two quick steps. Suddenly, he stopped, and there were intermittent sounds in the body room.

who is in there
Didn't the class teacher say that there is no one?
Could it be...

Ye Fan stepped on his feet and slowly approached the body room.

Approaching the door, he looked into the room through the small window above the door, and Ye Fan showed surprise when he saw the man's face clearly.

Ding Yi?Ye Fan quickly realized that he should be here to practice the speech just like himself.

He didn't go in immediately, but quietly watched Ding Yi practice outside.

Ding Yi's practice method is very simple. He reads his manuscript over and over in front of the mirror.

However, the effect does not seem to be ideal.

Every time he read a few sentences, Ding Yi's face would turn red, and then he would have shortness of breath and could not speak clearly.

After repeated several times, Ding Yi seemed to have lost confidence, collapsed on the spot, and tore the speech in half.

"Why is it so difficult?"

After a long while, Ding Yi gritted his teeth and found a new speech script. Obviously, tearing up the manuscript was not done once or twice.

Ye Fan pushed the door open and entered.

"Who?" After seeing that it was Ye Fan, Ding Yi said hostilely, "Why are you here?"

"I'm using this place now, so hurry up and get out!"

Ye Fan is helpless, Ding Yi is not a bad person, but this brain circuit is really strange.

"I saw that you didn't see any effect after practicing for a long time, so I thought of helping you. Since you don't appreciate it, forget it."

After speaking, Ye Fan walked to another mirror, turned out the manuscript, and prepared to practice.

"By the way, the head teacher asked me to come here. If you want me to leave, you need to ask the head teacher first."

"Then don't disturb me." Hearing the instructions from the class teacher, Ding Yi stopped driving Ye Fan away, and stayed away from Ye Fan like the plague.

Ye Fan took out the speech script in a dignified manner, and started to practice according to the introductory courses learned in the system.

The system course is concise and refined. It is more about imparting ideas and methods, but the specific practice needs to be completed independently by the host.

Ye Fan walked to the mirror, looked at himself in the mirror, inhaled and exhaled continuously.

Before the speech, you need to adjust your state, relax properly, and avoid putting your mind in a state of high tension.

"Pretentious." Ding Yi didn't want to admit Ye Fan's sense of ritual.

After the preparations were completed, Ye Fan started to read the manuscript. The first time, he was a little bit jerky, and the reading was not smooth in some places.
The second time, the third time...

Ding Yi's eyes became more and more surprised. He found that Ye Fan's progress was not the same as when he entered the door.

"How could there be such a genius?" Ding Yi struggled, wanting to ask for advice, but couldn't hold back his face.

Five minutes later, Ding Yi made up his mind and walked towards Ye Fan.

Embarrassing yourself in your own class is better than embarrassing yourself outside.Ding Yi thought so.

"Ye...Ye Fan."

Ye Fan stopped practicing and turned to look at Ding Yi with doubts on his face.

"What's the matter?"

do my best!Ding Yi gritted his teeth, closed his eyes and said, "Can you teach me to speak?"

After finishing speaking, Ding Yi was relieved, he was ready to accept Ye Fan's ridicule.

"Okay."

"Don't be too...huh?" The imaginary ridicule did not come, Ding Yi looked at Ye Fan and said in surprise: "You!"

"I'm also a beginner, no one can teach anyone, let's make progress together." Ye Fan patted Ding Yi on the shoulder, without hiding his secrets, and said what he learned in the system intact.

"There are several points to pay attention to in speeches. The first is your emotions, and the second is the rhythm and tone of your speech..."

After Ding Yi heard this, his eyes gradually brightened, but soon dimmed again.

"I've tried it. As long as I think of so many people watching me, I can't control my emotions at all." Ding Yi looked down, and he really envied the performers on stage who were in high spirits.

Ye Fan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then snapped his fingers and said, "Yes!"

Seeing Ding Yi looking at him expectantly, Ye Fan said slowly: "Imagination substitution method, when you are on stage, you can substitute yourself into your idol, and think about what your idol will do at that time."

"Is this useful?" Ding Yi said.

"you try."

Ding Yi took a breath, found the manuscript, and began to read: "Everyone...students... I can't do it!"

"Substitute, substitute." Ye Fan encouraged from the side.

Gradually, Ding Yi got into the mood and started to move his hands and feet, "Yao, hello everyone, classmates and teachers, Yao.

My name is Ding Yi, I come from Class [-] of the third year of high school.

I have studied for many years, like basketball, singing, dancing and RAP, medicine! "

"Stop, stop, what is this mess?" Ye Fan interrupted Ding Yi and asked, "What are you doing here?"

Ding Yi recovered from his madness, and said shyly, "Sorry, my idol is cxk."

(End of this chapter)