Kan Rou looked at her and tried her best to suppress her emotions. She took a deep breath.
But she was still trembling with anxiety.
She was still feeling uneasy.
At this moment, no one in Class 9 dared to say anything, afraid that they would aggravate Kan Rou's nervousness.
At this moment, the current speech was nearing its end, and thunderous applause could be heard.
It ended.
Kan Rou's legs instantly went weak.
"It's my turn…"
Right on the heels of that was the emcee's voice. "Alright, let's welcome the speaker from Year 3, Class 9 of No. 1 High School—"
Lu Ning and Lin Ci helped Kan Rou to the side of the stairs.
Kan Rou's face was deathly pale.
"Look at your toes, remember the first word, and follow the script just as you practiced. Don't think about or look at anything."
"Go on."
Kan Rou felt that her feet were as heavy as lead, and she could not even lift them.
