Over here, Li Zheng proudly ascended the stage, walked leisurely to the center, and bowed to all the teachers and students.
Applause followed.
Only then did Li Zheng clear his throat and scanned the entire audience.
Seeing the quite intense gaze of all the teachers and students.
He suddenly felt very nervous.
His mind was buzzing.
Luckily, he often browsed Zhihu while relaxing.
He had seen by chance that public speaking nervousness mainly stems from crowd pressure, fear of embarrassment.
At such times, one should just focus on a particular spot, or a particular person, and speak as if to that one person only.
Thus, he fixed his gaze on a familiar friend.
The drill leader.
At this moment, the drill leader was standing at the closest spot below the stage, clapping reluctantly, even his glasses slightly askew.
Li Zheng looked at this crew-cut Little Glasses.
His eyebrows raised, he immediately felt less nervous.
The spirit of confrontation had returned.
