The Only Love: Rebirth of National Goddess

"OK... OK." Even if the heart of the age and experience, are already an adult level, but ye Zhi or involuntarily swallow a mouthful of saliva, dun dun, just finished a sentence.

"Little classmate, don't be nervous, just read the manuscript." That person seems to see ye Zhi is very nervous, also know that she is not the most primitive experimental students, quite kind toward her smile, toward her said.

"Well, I'm not nervous." This sentence finally smooth, but her reaction is a bit wooden, two middle-aged people look at each other a smile, it seems that did not expect Ye Zhi will strongly support to answer such a sentence.

"Director Miao, it's time to go up." Another middle-aged man raised his hand and looked at his watch. He said to the man who spoke to Ye Zhi. The other side nodded to him and followed his steps.

Ye Zhi then guessed that the identity of the two people, the one who spoke to her, was the director of teaching, surnamed Miao, and the other middle-aged man, should be Qin Yue, the principal of experimental junior high school.

The whole office, suddenly become quiet, ye Zhi's hands holding to write half of the manuscript, brain a paste, originally stop good below, how can't remember.

Lin en in a hurry to find, see is Ye Zhi such a wandering appearance, his appearance is very guilty, toward Ye Zhi said: "Ye Zhi classmate, sorry, my first time as a teacher in charge, do not know that the first speech under the national flag is from class 10, you certainly did not prepare for it."

Lin en said while anxiously looking for something in his own body. Of course, he also saw that ye Zhi had written half of the draft, which is definitely not good. Few people can play normally, let alone a teenager.

"Well, where's my paper? Where's my paper?" Lin en should have helped Ye Zhi prepare her speech, but the more anxious she was, the more she couldn't find it.

First, he turned the pocket above his shirt, then put his hand into the pocket of his coat, which was still empty.

The more anxious he was, the more likely he was to make mistakes. He began to turn these pockets over and over again, saying something in his mouth.

"Xuejie, it's your turn to prepare under the stage." Another clever girl came to the door of the office and said to Ye Zhi, although she has just started to speak, according to the rules, all the preparation personnel must go to the stage for preparation at the first time, so as not to waste time.

"Well, I'll come right over." Seeing that her head teacher was reckless, she didn't hold the slightest expectation. She nodded and said to her head teacher, "Mr. Lin, I'll go first." then she took half of her manuscript and walked behind the girl.

Lin en is still looking for it in situ. He thinks it's over this time. Because of his own mistakes, he will make ye Zhi nervous. Most importantly, he remembers that ye Zhi is a girl with a bad mentality. Maybe she will lose confidence because she can't do it well.

Ye Zhi did not dream so much, but step by step to the edge of the platform, making preparations.

The palm of her hand, holding the manuscript, was already full of sweat, and the edge of the manuscript was wrinkled by the sweat of her palm.

In this speech place, ye Zhi is condescending, even if she has not yet stood on the highest platform, she is also able to see the dense students on the playground.

The wind in September swept her cheek. When she looked at the students, she thought of herself, and a bold idea suddenly sprouted in her heart.