Anna was the goddess of Saint Cecilia College and the future business empress. She had been labeled with praises like these for a long time.
Just like Sevillera, Sevillera's situation was more special and people were crazier. Because she was the only child of Mr. Vaudric, she was bound to inherit a huge business empire.
In comparison, Anna's reputation seemed to be a little … unstable.
But no matter how unstable it was, it was not something that other people in this school could compare with.
When she stood there, the girls surrounding Lynch all disappeared. They didn't want to offend her, not only because of her family background, but also because she was the president of the Student Council.
That was a position with great power. Even the school leaders had to give in sometimes, let alone ordinary students.
At the school gate, the two of them stood opposite each other. Anna's face was still a little hot because of her words.
"I'm flattered (I didn't expect to have such a beautiful lady waiting for me here. It's my honor)!"
Naturally, the two of them turned and walked into the campus almost at the same time. Some of the boys and girls who were paying attention to the situation were more or less sad.
Although people were afraid of Anna's power in the school, they also wanted to get close to her. The girls just wanted to improve their social skills. If they could become close friends with Anna, they would have better opportunities in the future.
The opportunity to develop their careers and the opportunity to see a man with a higher status.
As for the big boys, they had the same idea as the boys when Sevillera was in school. They wanted to get her pregnant so that they could naturally become the son-in-law of the Agincourt family …
Now it seemed that the situation was a little tricky.
Standing next to Lynch and a little behind him, Anna gently stroked her slightly hot cheeks. "You're going to speak at 9: 10. Are you ready?"
She decided to start from the most common place. If Lynch said that he had prepared a speech, then she could legitimately use her position as the president of the Student Council to find a quiet corner with Lynch to help him review his speech.
In a more closed environment, young and restless hearts would only get closer and closer.
If he replied that he wasn't prepared, then it would be perfect. As the "Student President", Anna had rich experience in organizing and participating in various conferences. She could easily write a suitable speech.
The two of them would definitely have to sit together again and argue about certain words and sentences. They might even accidentally touch each other's bodies.
What a perfect plan! Anna couldn't help but applaud her clever little brain!
However, Lynch's answer left her at a loss.
"Do you need to prepare?"
Lynch turned to look at the girl. "I'm not used to those rigid speeches. People's thoughts change every second."
"With each passing second, we gain one more second of life experience than the previous second. With the accumulation of emotions, our thoughts will also change."
"Using the thoughts of a few hours ago, or even a dozen hours ago, or even a few days ago to summarize my current thoughts, I think it's a blasphemy to the word 'thoughts'."
Anna was a little uncertain and didn't quite understand. She asked cautiously, "Do you mean … you didn't prepare a script?"
It seemed like the plan was working. They still had half an hour.
Lynch maintained his charming smile. He shook his head. "I like to express myself freely. You can also think of it as me liking to go off-script."
Off-script …
Not only did he block Anna's two plans, but he also chatted to death. Fortunately, the girl was experienced. As the school's Student President, she had a wealth of experience in dealing with all kinds of unexpected situations.
She quickly calmed down. "In what aspect do you plan to talk about?"
"What else can a young person pursue?"
He bared his teeth. His snow-white teeth and smile were a little dazzling. "Of course it's ideals!"
"Ideals?"
If it was someone else who talked about this word, she would snort and kill the person with a 'you're not worthy to talk about ideals' look.
However, when Lynch said this word, she was momentarily distracted.
Perhaps not many people knew about it. In just a year, Lynch had gone from a useless person who relied on his girlfriend to support him in Saibin to where he was today. Even novels wouldn't dare to write about it!
However, it was a real person. Perhaps this was the reason why he could succeed?
Was it because of ideals?
The girl decided not to say anything more. There would be plenty of opportunities to meet Lynch in the future. Besides, she also believed that if a beautiful girl were to pursue him, he would be able to resist!
The girl replied seriously, "I'm looking forward to your speech …"
At nine o 'clock, the auditorium of Saint Cecca was already full of people.
This school did not have many new students every year. Part of the reason was the high tuition fee. Another reason was that the Saint Cecca Alliance Academy's admission standards were very high.
They only wanted high school students who had begun to show their talents in their respective fields, as well as the descendants of Saint Cecca members. Other than that, they would not recruit too many ordinary students.
This also caused the number of students to be maintained at about a thousand each year. Sometimes, it would be less than a thousand.
The auditorium was enough to accommodate all these people. Below the stage, there was a sea of people. Other than students, there were also many teachers.
Many of the teachers here were once students. At first, they might have applied for some research projects from the Student Union. Then, they were allocated resources. Unknowingly, a few years had passed, and they realized that they had become professors.
However, after staying in such a closed environment for a long time, many young teachers still didn't realize that they had completely broken away from their student days and still treated themselves as students. Therefore, during the welcoming ceremony every year, these teachers would gather here and sit together with the students.
On the stage, the school management and the Student Union's leaders were seated. Other than that, there were also a few people who were preparing to speak. Lynch was one of them.
He was speaking on behalf of the new students, so there were also people who were speaking on behalf of the older students. There were also people who were representing the teachers. They had even invited a member of Congress to speak.
Therefore, there was a reason why everyone wanted to squeeze in here. However, it was a pity that many people could only wait outside the walls for the rest of their lives, forever waiting.
The school's principal was giving a speech, followed by the teachers' representatives, the older students' representatives, the new students' representatives, and finally, the member of Congress.
The speech at the beginning was very standard. The general idea was that the school was a place for the pursuit of truth. Everyone who could enter this school should have a heart of reverence for knowledge. They should treat every subject with a rigorous and scientific attitude and swim in the sea of knowledge.
The general content of the speech by the older students' representatives was about how learning was a joy. Learning allowed everyone to become "rich people". Learning satisfied one's understanding of the world. It also promoted the development of science and the progress of society. They advised the new students not to waste time on pleasure and to do something meaningful.
In Lynch's opinion, these people had said so much, but it was far less concise than the words "study hard and improve every day" behind their backs.
Fortunately, his enthusiastic applause did not reveal the fact that he was distracted during the speech. His affirmation and slightly excited gaze made the speaker sitting beside him reveal a proud and proud smile.
"Next, let's welcome the new student representative, Lynch …"
When the host turned around to look at Lynch, he was suddenly stunned.
Regardless of whether it was the teachers' representatives or the older students' representatives, they were all holding a script in their hands.
Even the member of Congress who was resting in the lounge had a simple script in his hands. However, Lynch, who had already stood up, had nothing in his hands!
The host looked at the principal, who was also confused. He looked at Anna quietly, hoping to get some information.
For example, the whole process of Saint Cecilia's freshmen welcoming ceremony would be recorded, and the videos of the freshmen welcoming ceremonies of the various Alliance Academies would be passed around privately.
Although they did not organize a competition to determine who was better at welcoming the freshmen, the students would have their own opinions about who was better than the other.
The principal did not want to see what happened today as a joke. Fortunately, Anna knew some of the truth and gave him a reassuring look. Only then did the principal heave a sigh of relief. When he passed the message to the host, Lynch was already standing beside him.
"It seems like our lovely host still has something to say …" Lynch made a small joke, and the auditorium was immediately filled with laughter.
In fact, this could be considered an accident at the conference. The host and the relevant department heads of the Student Union had to take responsibility for this accident. The speaker had already gone on stage, but the host had not left the podium. This was too obvious.
However, Lin Qi's joke broke the stalemate that could have lasted for a long time.
The host expressed his true feelings with a grateful look, bowed, and stepped back to give the podium to Lynch.
Even though Lynch had helped her, it was still wrong. Wrong would not become right just because someone had done something.
Standing on the podium, Lynch raised his hands as if he was surrendering. Then, he adjusted the microphone slightly. "I need to explain. The lovely host wanted to remind me not to forget my script."
"This is obviously a small misunderstanding because I don't have a script. This is the core of my speech today!"
He looked at the young faces in the auditorium. "Flying youth doesn't need to be imprisoned!"
An insignificant sentence was suddenly inserted into the topic of the speech. The people from the Student Union and the management of the school were distracted for a moment.
He changed the topic too quickly, and the speed at which he cut in was also very fast. He even quoted a small mistake that happened during the conference, but it did not seem abrupt. Moreover, this was off-script …
How terrifying!