I am straight!

Why don't you just treat Ah Xian as chatting with the students below, be more natural? "

"Really?"

"There is only one way."

"... Cough, I'll try my best." That's right, I definitely can't do it if you want me to be emotional or passionate...

I was about to speak, but I saw Ann walking from the corner to the front of the stage—like a celestial luminous body, which attracted all my attention... It really is a person who is suitable to stand under the spotlight.

His expression was indifferent, almost perfunctory, he raised his chin arrogantly, and glanced at the students below with almost contemptuous eyes, finally his eyes stopped on my side, and then he spoke softly.

That is... the most beautiful and pleasant sound when the top grade jade stones collide lightly.

I can't help but listen attentively.

"First-year composition department, Ambrose Warlund—" He briefly introduced himself, and then said the most frequently heard freshman speech—this is definitely the most frequent speech I have heard at the beginning of each school The speech was general, and some of the sentences almost didn't even bother to change the words.

...Ann, you are too perfunctory... I was speechless, and then I looked at the other people - and then there were black lines hanging in my mind.

I stood up silently, walked around to the backstage to greet Ann who left after giving the speech.

An raised his eyebrows and said, "Come on, too."

But the corners of the eyes and the brows don't seem to be cheering for me, but they are more gloating.

I gave him a chestnut bitterly, seeing his tearful expression clutching his head in pain, I was in a good mood, and turned around to go on stage.

——The off stage is really different from the one on stage.

The spotlight on the stage is very hot on my body, and there are many steps when I walk on the stage. The stage is high from the ground, but far from the sky. The eyes of everyone staring at me seem to be sharp, but I don’t know when I am on the stage. Where is the best place to focus.

...Sure enough, this place is out of reach, and only those who are suitable for this stage will like it.

I sighed, stood in front of the podium, looked around - I didn't feel nervous.

I caught sight of the twins—one of them was holding a DV and the other was holding a digital camera, and they kept flashing and flashing at me—fuck, can't you two keep a low profile, you bastards! ! !

I felt a headache, and I accidentally let out a sigh—it was infinitely amplified by the microphone, making the students below look at each other in blank confusion.

...I'm black.

He coughed twice and hastened to remedy it.

"Cough...meeting for the first time, I'm a first-year violin student, chords—although we still don't know each other now, but we still have a long time to get to know each other... well, actually As a freshman who just entered school, I came to this small island with fear and expectation at first.

Fear of the future self, but also looking forward to the future self - this is a very contradictory feeling, but I believe that most of the seniors or seniors present have had such conflicting psychology before.

Although I don't know how the seniors at that time overcame this mentality, but... the few days I came to this island, the conflicts gradually faded away, the fear decreased a little bit, and the anticipation increased a little bit.

Because there are classmates at the same level who get along well here, there are kind and gentle seniors who will help me when I am in trouble, and there are professors who are unkempt but take good care of me-I think, it is probably these that make my anxiety and fear disappear. The companions who make me feel warm, with them, I feel that the originally confused future suddenly becomes shining—like a star only a few meters away from me, which makes me want to reach out and pick it off.

So I began to rejoice that when I came to this island, I chose this school.

There are too many forks in life. If you choose one of them, you will miss the other—as for what you miss, don’t think about him for now, because life can’t turn back, and it won’t give you a second chance... So please look forward and prepare before the next choice comes. You have to be cautious, because you are about to miss another road—if you are tired halfway, stop, sit on the side of the road, rest your feet, and look at the surrounding scenery. You will find that even the most inconspicuous flower on the roadside has its beauty.

Maybe you will meet a traveler like you on the road, maybe he has confirmed his goal, or maybe he is still looking for a way out at a loss, at this time, you might as well reach out to help, you will find that when he reaches his goal Goal, you will be as happy as him, even more excited than him-this is the happiness after having companions and care.

I am very happy to be travelers on the same road with you. Although we are still strangers to each other, we still have a lot of time to adapt to each other and rub each other to generate heat. We all have our own temperaments, and we may not get along, but as long as we have good intentions And tolerance can always be accepted and understood by the other party.

Finally... I hope that everyone can find their own goals, so that they will not get lost—but in case they lose their way, just remember that there is a dear friend by your side, who will help you get out of the maze with no exit—— Get where you want to be.

Above, I wish the seniors and sisters a bright future and a safe life. "I bowed and stepped down, wiping my cold sweat secretly—basically I don’t remember what I said, and I don’t know if I can get past it with those great principles.

It's just that I heard the applause from the audience, which was not enthusiastic, but not cold - that's good.

Even if my speech is not pleasant, as long as it is not annoying-at least the credits don't have to worry about it.

I glanced at the long staircase next to it—it was the staircase leading to the top floor of the clock tower, decorated with reliefs, it was very exquisite.

Looking around, I found that no one was paying attention to me, and they were all looking at the next speaker on stage—I raised my eyebrows slightly, and took advantage of the rare opportunity to step up the stairs.

The stairs are very long, but I don’t feel tired. The low height of the steps is one aspect, and the exquisite patterns on the handrails are another aspect. I am almost fascinated by the carvings on the handrails—some are old, but they exaggerate Classic beauty and charm, very beautiful.

It took more than ten minutes for me to slowly reach the top floor. The huge gears were rotating in front of me. Although I couldn't understand how the clock was driven by these gears, I could tell that this huge machine had How precise--different from the mechanical precision of the computer, this clock is another kind of manual precision.

I took a few steps forward to the tower and pushed open a small door, but was startled by the first person I saw.

It turned out to be a dead face.

Standing at the corner of the top floor, the highest point of this small island, his eyes are almost indifferently looking at everything under his feet-a sense of 'supercilious' trance.

The hem of his white shirt was pulled up by the breeze, and there was that delicate and handsome face that was a little pale, so pale that it was almost indifferent... It actually gave me the illusion that I was like a heavenly man.

I was stunned for a long time before I recovered.

"Xavier..." I muttered, which caught his attention, and he looked back at me with a surprised expression.

"Uh... What a coincidence, you also came up secretly?" I laughed.

"..." He didn't answer, but turned his head and continued to look at the town under his feet.

I wasn't too discouraged, I moved to him carefully, keeping a certain distance from him, and I grabbed the handrail and looked down: "It's so high...but...it's so beautiful..."

You can see the golden coast, the blue waves rushing up with snow-white foam and then fade away, leaving a wet ground, and the green forest is close to the coast, and you can't see the end at a glance, covered by those towering ancient trees. Most of the horizon.In addition to the natural landscape that amazes me, what makes me even more strange is the layout of this small island.The periphery is surrounded by simple, ethnic-style buildings. The closer you go to the center, the more modern buildings there are. Near the shopping street, they are basically no different from ordinary modern cities, except that the buildings are still relatively short—after all, they are not What kind of commercial and trade center, no one will build the office buildings of large companies here.

"You like high places? Do you think it's good to look down?"

I asked, but I didn't expect him to answer, so I continued on my own: "In fact, there is an old saying in China - it's called the heights, do you know what it means?"

"To put it simply, the higher the place, the colder it is - isn't it cold for you to wear so little?"

Although I know I'm meddling in my own business, but when I see others not taking good care of myself, I can't help but learn a lot of lessons: "Standing here with only one shirt on will catch a cold, at least add another one, you Where's your school uniform?"

It seemed that Xavier couldn't stand my thoughts, and turned to look at me, his indifferent eyes made me shudder—and he only said one sentence: "What the hell are you trying to say?"

"It's nothing... just a little concern..."

"No need." He refused coldly.

"...Okay, count me talking too much, I will try my best to restrain myself." I sighed and shrugged.

So he continued to look down at the town below him.

It was a peaceful town. You could see a girl holding her mother's arm to buy daily necessities on the street, and a few naughty children playing on the sidewalk. The coachman drove slowly on the street in a carriage. The couple seemed to have a quarrel, the girl strode forward aggrievedly, the boy chased after him hesitantly, and several young people walked together, carrying tool bags on their backs, laughing and making fun of themselves.

All kinds of passers-by walked on the street, looking satisfied and comfortable.

"... Huh... They look so happy..." I stretched my waist, and looked at the passers-by with some envy.

I didn't expect Ze