These were the students from Class 7 of the second year—the very class Zhang Yi once belonged to.
After watching Hong Tianyi's performance, his old classmates hadn't felt that the University Alliance Training Camp had changed its participants all that much. But the moment Zhang Yi took the stage, that stereotype was instantly shattered. It was replaced by a profound sense of shock! They couldn't help but straighten their backs and look on in anticipation.
Zhang Yi stood at the lectern on stage. He approached the microphone, bowed, and paused for a few seconds. His gaze swept over the hundreds of students below before he began to speak.
"Distinguished leaders, dear classmates, good afternoon!"
Zhang Yi's voice was not loud, but it carried with a piercing clarity, allowing everyone to hear him perfectly.
