‘Good afternoon everyone, I am the student president of this school. Thanks to everyone’s care, I am now serving as the executive committee member of this student’s independent cultural festival. As we all know, this is the first time in the history of the college and the history of our city, our school has a considerable historical significance…’

He looks sweet, has a delicate voice, and has a confident smile on his face. The student president of this school did not feel any fright when facing the dark crowd below, but smiled gently, and cooperated with the small movements to perform freely on the podium.

No one can pick on this girl even if she is a little mistake. If Xue Zhixia didn't see the previous video and text, I believe she would probably have to bow to the girl's disguise. She was obviously only the age of a junior high school student, and her experienced performance talent and command art were as if someone had planned it secretly. It would be better to say that it was too perfect and sophisticated, which gave the girl a little non-human glory. That false light made people feel a little disgusting.

‘This disgusting guy…’

The background sound of the screen is mixed with the murmurs outside the screen.

‘For the successful holding of this cultural festival, all the members of our student union were exhausted. They processed the documents that were like mountains and needed to attract some funds for this. Here, I would like to express my special thanks to the students and parents of the student union. Without them, I believe that this cultural festival would not be held. Please invite our heroes~’

The student president walked gracefully to the side of the podium with a perfect smile, carrying a flashlight. Behind the completely opposite of Hachiman, a group of big-bellied parents, and a group of students with different expressions came out.

They seemed to know something, with a forced smile on their faces, and waved their hands weakly to the bottom.

But from the cheers and screams below, this did not affect the atmosphere of this cultural festival. On the contrary, this seemed to be used as evidence of shyness. From time to time, bold students or parents shouted at the people on the podium. Or kindly sarcasm, or sincere blessings, these increasingly rising voices in the background made the people on the podium look even more ugly. The emotions of the people under the podium became even higher and louder, and the cheers were about to lift the roof.

This scene was like a farce.

A farce made up of betrayal and money.

Xue Zhixia even felt her whole body trembling unstoppable.

The stronger the cheers came from the speaker, the more painful it was somewhere in her heart. The uninterrupted cheer was like invisible sharp knives, directly inserted into her heart. The scattered pain made her whole face pale.

Unrighteousness, infidelity, and unvirtue. She really knows something that completely violates her worldview, and she herself knows very well that she will encounter these things in the future. But when this kind of thing really happens, when this kind of thing actually happens before her and is presented in the form of a documentary, the sense of shame is like igniting a bundle of explosives in her chest.

If I am at this level of betrayal, will anyone come to help me?

When I think of such a future, Xue Zhixia felt that the boy who took his eyes off his back was so sad.

‘That liar…’

Komachi in the background gritted his teeth and a low murmur sound came out of the speaker clearly.

'It was clearly her who came to ask her brother in person... it was clearly those who begged her brother... it was clearly them who gave everything to her brother... but why... it was obviously all of them of her brother's things... it was clearly all of them... it was all of them of her brother!'

At the time of the last sentence, Komachi was already crying. On the podium, the student president picked up the microphone again, with a bright and incredible smile, like the blessing angel in the church, stood in front of everyone again. He sorted out his own instrument in the most appropriate posture, took a breath, and started her unrighteous speech.

‘Today, we believe that the power of unity is more important than anything else.’

‘That was done by my brother alone…’

‘Today, we believe that as long as our students want to do it, we can do whatever it is.’

‘That was done by my brother alone…’

‘Today, we gather here because we believe in the students and believe that we can open up the future of this country and the world. Our parents fully support us, the leaders of the school trust and blessing us, and the uncles and aunts on the commercial streets also highly praised our cause. I believe this is the power of unity and love, and this is also the biggest theme of our cultural festival. That is the love of unity, and I believe this theme cannot be more appropriate.’

‘What kind of united love is... it's all my brother's things... it's just his own... it's treasure that belongs only to him... why do you want this... Brother... I have to go find my brother... it won't work if I don't find my brother...'

Hikitani Komachi in the background whispered in a low voice, as if leaving the scene in dismay.

But I don’t know if it was intentional, but the video recorder was always aiming at the podium full of sin and odor.

'We also invited a special guest, that is our city councillor! Mr. councillor, please express your views on our students' independent cultural festival? By the way, if it is not good, we will not accept it?'

‘That’s a pity. My review is not OK?’

The big belly MP on the podium smiled.

'My evaluation of your students' independent cultural festival is perfect! To be honest, there was no such rich extracurricular activities during my school period. Not to mention letting the students perform their own performance. I was very moved after watching it. I believe this will definitely become a benchmark for the entire country and even the international community! Our government will naturally not be stingy with the support of the students. Wouldn't that be too cold to our students' hearts? I will propose to the City Council and suggest that we fully bear the cost of this cultural festival. Parents can come to me for negotiation at any time? I will do my best to solve any problems for everyone! Everything is for the children!'

Amid the deafening cheers in all the gymnasiums, the MPs and the parents above all showed a knowing smile. It seemed like they were looking forward to their future, with a soft smile on their faces. Everyone got what they wanted. The MPs received support from the people and the parents received permission and funding from the upper class.

It is just a beautiful hope that those who do not work will not be able to eat. In a real network of relationships, the real credit has long been divided up. Whether it is adults or children, it is a small bait in the curtain, an excuse to divide the cake.

This is a grand stage.

Looking at the soft smiling faces on the screen, what flashed through Xue Zhixia's mind was the decayed look behind the scenes.

In the final curtain call, Komachi returned to his original position and silently put away his camera. The last one was the banner celebrating the successful end of the cultural festival accompanied by the streamers lying across the sky above everyone in front of the stage. It was this perfect scene published in the newspaper at that time. But no one noticed the boy with a calm face and a rotten eyes behind the scenes.

He looked quietly at the scene in front of the stage like a sculpture. Even the moment the camera closed, he did not move even a single step. Instead, he stood there with his head held high and his chest indifferently staring at the smiling people.

Because that was his stage.

If the protagonist leaves the stage halfway, what does that look like?
Chapter completed!