"Knock, knock, knock!"
The door was gently knocked on.
"General Manager Chen, it's almost time." Bai Xiaoling reminded anxiously, with Chen Xingyue standing beside her.
"Brother, hurry up, we're going to be late."
Chen Shouyi sat at the desk, racking his brain with a pen in hand, writing his speech, his heart filled with anxiety.
The desk was covered with crumpled drafts.
Unexpectedly, they hadn't prepared a draft for him this time!
In his understanding, a speech wasn't someone giving him a script to read aloud?
Even the nation's leaders on TV spoke like that.
As for mentioning the refined Cultivation Technique, he planned to do that at the end.
It should have been easy, without any pressure.
But as time grew near, he found out the school hadn't prepared a speech for him at all.
This was simply too irresponsible and unprofessional.
...
Chen Shouyi could face a demigod without fear,
