Lili and the other classmates stared at the podium. Teacher Leng was looking at Cao Mengmeng with worry. Mengmeng and Lili were both from her class. If their poems clashed, as head teacher, it would reflect badly on her. The school’s leadership would blame for failing to coordinating it properly.
The newspaper middle-aged parent exclaimed and said to Zhang Ye, “Your sister was just now very worried. Why does she look so confident now?”
Teacher Leng took a look and noticed too, “Did she find a new poem to recite?”
Another female parent said, “But all the famous love poems have already been recited today. What other work could she recite?”
The microphone was readied as Cao Mengmeng stood there silently. She suddenly closed her eyes. This was a reciting technique taught to her by Zhang Ye. If one could not use one’s emotion to read the poem, then one should put one’s actions into the recital. This would at least make people feel like you were bringing your emotions out into it. It was considered a trick.
One second…
Three seconds…
Five seconds…
Cao Mengmeng did not say a word.
“Ai, what’s going on?”