After the minor character transforms into a beauty, she steals the heart of a tycoon's son.

Next was the principal's address.

He walked onto the stage, his hair gray, but he was in high spirits, and adjusted the height of the microphone.

"Distinguished guests, esteemed board members, and fellow students," his voice was steady and powerful, echoing under the dome.

Today marks the 100th anniversary of the founding of St. Lan Noble Academy.

"Over the past century, Shenglan has nurtured countless outstanding talents and witnessed the prosperity and development of the four major families and all walks of life."

He paused, then turned his gaze to the first row. "Here, I would like to express my special thanks to the deacon team and all members of the student council for their outstanding contributions to St. Lan."

"They maintained order in Saint Lan with their outstanding leadership and selfless dedication."

"Their presence is a glory for Saint Lan."

The director switched the camera at the right time, and the image on the big screen switched to the first row.

Si Lin, Pei Heng, Wen Yan, Ji Yan.

Four people, four different postures, but the feeling they conveyed was similar.

Noble, arrogant, and composed, as if born to be placed on a pedestal.

Another scream erupted from the audience, pushing the atmosphere inside the venue to a climax.

Ruan Tang sat in the second row, her heart unmoved.

There are too many people who want to climb into the deacon group; the louder the applause, the deeper the desire.

But whether it's shouting for a face, a figure, a temperament, or power, the essence is screaming for one's own desires.

She glanced at Cheng Jin standing to the side; he was expressionless, holding a walkie-talkie in his hand, his gaze fixed straight ahead.

Behind him was a wave of cheers, and in front of him were four chaebol heirs receiving applause.

As an ordinary person, he stood in the middle, silently transcending his class and enriching his life in his own way.

So is she.

But her approach was neither silence, nor adulation, nor rebellion.

After the cheers subsided, the principal continued, "Next, please welcome the current student council president, Yan Ling'er, to give a speech."

Yan Ling'er stood up from the second row and walked onto the stage.

She stood in front of the microphone, her smile gentle and her posture graceful.

"Thank you, Principal. The glory of Shenglan belongs to everyone who has contributed to it."

She began to talk about the century-long history of St. Lan University, from the twelve founding board members at the beginning of the school's establishment, to the continuous investment from three generations of four major families, and to the school's top ranking in the comprehensive ranking of domestic universities for nearly ten years. The student union and St. Lan University have always walked side by side.

Yan Ling'er concluded by saying, "What makes Shenglan Shenglan is not its magnificent architecture, nor its abundant funds."

"It is because generations of students at Shenglan have infused this school with an enduring soul through their talent and hard work."

A round of applause erupted from the audience.

The school board members in the front row nodded frequently, while the aristocratic students in the back row clapped along.

Yan Ling'er paused, her gaze sweeping across the back row, "But standing here today, I want to specifically mention one person."

"Lin Xiaokui, classmate."

A spotlight shone on the last row.

Lin Xiaokui sat on the folding chair, her eyes slightly squinting as the light suddenly shone on her.

But instead of raising her hand to block the light, she sat up straighter, completely at ease.

Yan Ling'er's voice was filled with admiration, "Lin Xiaokui is the first place winner in this year's Saint Lan Star preliminary selection. He won this honor with his tenacious personal demeanor."

"Even though she comes from an ordinary family, she has never been limited by her environment. Her hard work is something every student should learn from."

"Next, please welcome Lin Xiaokui to share her experience with us."

Lin Xiaokui's heart skipped a beat.

She knew this could be an opportunity, or it could be a trap.

But no matter which one it is, she has no intention of backing down.

Ruan Tang sat in the second row, her brows furrowing slightly.

wrong.

Yan Ling'er laid the groundwork for such a long period of Holy Lan Glory, went around in such a big circle, and in the end, the final point was actually Lin Xiao Kui?

Moreover, she noticed that she hadn't seen a single camera since the start of the school anniversary celebration.

Neither external media nor the school news agency showed up today.

In previous years, such a big event as the anniversary celebration of Sheng Lan School was covered with cameras and microphones, but this year not a single piece of equipment was set up.

It was obvious that Yan Ling'er had cleared the area beforehand to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

Ruan Tang then looked behind Cheng Jin, where a student council member was holding a tray with several palm-sized black boxes on it, the indicator lights of which were off.

She wasn't familiar with this kind of thing, but the system's sweet voice rang in her mind, "Tangtang, that thing is a signal jammer. It not only cuts off the internet, but it can also interfere with camera functions that don't require an internet connection, and surveillance will also be affected."

Ruan Tang lowered her eyes. Signal jammers were in place; there were no media present, and the entire venue was sealed off.

What is Yan Ling'er planning with such a big fuss? Surely she's not trying to kill anyone.

And what would that idiot Lin Xiaokui say in such a situation?

Ruan Tang had a feeling that something big was about to happen.

In a short while, Lin Xiaokui had already stepped onto the stage.

The four men were also looking at her.

Pei Heng crossed his legs, a cryptic smile playing on his lips. Wen Yan adjusted his silver-rimmed glasses, his expression indifferent. Ji Yan rested his hands on his knees, his gaze calm.

Si Lin leaned back on the sofa, his dark eyes devoid of any warmth.

This was the first time Lin Xiaokui had been watched by so many nobles.

Those in the front row, those in the back row, those on stage, those off stage, and the four deacons.

Her palms were sweating, but her back was very straight.

She recalled her first day organizing the resistance group, and the pain she felt when she was kicked down.

I took several deep breaths to calm myself down.

"Senior Yan, does the Saint Lan Glory you mentioned earlier include the blacklist and whitelist?"

His opening remarks were a bombshell, sending the entire audience into a frenzy.

Si Lin looked indifferently at the woman on the stage who seemed oblivious to her fate.

The resistance members in the back row were the first to applaud, with Fang Zhaoyang clapping the loudest.

The noble students in the front row looked at each other in dismay; some gasped, while others muttered something under their breath.

The school board members also suppressed their smiles.

Yan Ling'er stood on the stage, raising her eyebrows slightly.

She had anticipated that Lin Xiao Kui would cause trouble, but she didn't expect her to be so direct.

They're really good at making a scene, and they really dare to say things.

Cheng Jin picked up a signal jammer from the tray and pressed the switch.

The indicator light turns on.

Ruan Tang looked down at her phone; the signal was completely cut off.

Several student council members stood in different corners of the auditorium and simultaneously pressed the jammers in their hands.

Lin Xiaokui didn't see any of that; all her attention was focused on what was in front of her.

"The glory of Saint Lan is built on the oppression of specially admitted students."

"How many specially admitted students have been bullied, humiliated, and driven to drop out of school due to the blacklist and whitelist system?"

Her voice grew louder and louder, "And today, on the school anniversary, specially admitted students are not allowed to attend the event."

"Why was there only a cursory presentation at the outdoor event and it ended there?"

"If Sheng Lan truly has a clear conscience, would he dare to let the media film here and let the outside world see Sheng Lan's true colors?"

The gray-haired principal shouted sternly, "Enough! Get her out of here!"

Several student council members walked up quickly.

Fang Zhaoyang and Yi Ze rushed forward to block them, using their bodies to separate the officers.

The resistance members stood up one after another, and the scene began to descend into chaos.

Lin Xiaokui did not back down. She knew she would most likely be kicked out and punished, but she had to finish what she had to say.

"You can silence me, you can kick me out, but I'm here today only to ask one question."

She looked towards the head of the table, meeting her boss Rin's eyes directly.

"Young Master Si, do you really think Sheng Lan is something to be proud of?"