Why wasn't I the one who got the male lead's script?

After confirming that everyone was present, the teacher left towards the office in the next building. Now only the class leaders were left to maintain discipline in this class.

"Everyone, be quiet! It's time to start our class meeting this week!"

The class leader who announced the theme of the class meeting this morning stood up from his seat. His resounding words filled the entire auditorium and stopped the noisy students from talking.

He pushed up his glasses and turned his gaze to Xingjian, who was standing nearby waiting for further instructions.

The black-haired boy stood alone in the corner, looking completely out of place among the lively classmates - but there was no expression of hesitation or helplessness on his face.

"Next, let Xingjian-san come up to the stage and say something!"

"------"

As soon as these words were spoken, the noise from the crowd suddenly fell silent.

They all turned their gazes to the black-haired boy standing in the lower left corner with a lazy expression, and each of their eyes was filled with completely different emotions.

Some are questioning, some are disgusted, some are simply watching the fun and not minding the trouble - and some are deeply worried.

Xingjian looked at them slowly and carefully, memorizing each person's expression deeply in his mind.

"...Hoshimi-kun? If you've finished your draft, please come on stage...?"

Seeing that he had no intention of going up to the podium, the class leader was a little embarrassed and anxiously urged him in a deliberately lowered voice.

Xing Jian just glanced at him indifferently, and after coming back to his senses -

Click.

In front of the class leaders, he tore up the speech manuscript that the class leader had handed to him.

“………Eh?”

The black-haired boy tore up the paper in his hand expressionlessly. He glanced at the stunned class leader calmly, then walked up to the podium with steady steps without changing his expression.

"Hey! Hoshimi! What are you planning to do—Ugh!!"

The class leader who originally wanted to scold Zhu Xingjian loudly realized that his voice was too loud and would attract the attention of his classmates, so he subconsciously covered his mouth and stood there with some annoyance watching the boy walk leisurely to the center of the microphone.

"??? What does that guy want to do???"

Miss Eriri, who was sitting in her seat and dared not act rashly, saw all of this, her eyes filled with surprise and worry.

The young man walked up to the podium under the attention of everyone.

Although the feeling of having his every move being watched from all angles would make people feel uncomfortable, he simply walked to the front of the podium and stood there, looking at his classmates below the podium with a somewhat subtle gaze.

"As you can see, today's class meeting theme is [Justice], and I will be the speaker."

Then, a pure and innocent smile appeared on the boy's childish face.

"Please give me your guidance."

He didn't seem to be at all nervous or embarrassed, and said the above words in a very natural tone.

As soon as he finished speaking, the students below the podium began to discuss something in low voices, and from time to time they would look at the boy who was particularly conspicuous on the podium with scrutinizing and suspicious eyes.

You don't have to guess what they are discussing.

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The National Day holiday will be tomorrow at noon orz

I have a long day of traveling tomorrow, and then I can start writing happily (*≧▽≦)ノシ))

Xing Jianqing Can't Be Alone Again: Chapter 8 Undercurrent Interlude (Part 4)

It's probably some kind of sarcastic remark like "How dare this person talk about justice?", "Won't it be a slap in the face if you scold yourself?", "I underestimated the degree of shamelessness of human beings."

Well, these are all expected reactions.

"As we all know, justice is the affirmative judgment of right and wrong, good and evil in the fields of politics, law, and morality. Perhaps in our view, the projection of justice is often limited to the trivial matters around us."

The boy picked up the microphone without changing his expression, cleared his throat, and spoke in an exceptionally gentle tone.

"However, I wonder if, in your eyes, such a beautiful word as 'justice' is truly appropriate when spoken by me."

"------"

As soon as these words were spoken, the already tense atmosphere in the auditorium became even quieter, and everyone in the audience held their breath and remained silent.

This also includes Eriri, who has a dull look in her eyes.

This guy... turns out he can also use such a sarcastic tone?

"……As long as you know."

"Pfft——!"

Someone said this in a muffled voice under the podium, and everyone burst into laughter instantly.

In response to this, Xingjian just tilted his head, as if he had expected it, and laughed instead of getting angry.

There are always some people who like to highlight their presence in such special situations, but there is no need to get angry at such awkward guys.

"Yes, I understand. In the eyes of objective and rational people, those who have done immoral things are not even worthy of being mentioned."

Xingjian pursed her lips, and there was no anger or shame on her tender white face, only a slightly playful smile.

"That's wonderful... Justice has given you the right to stand high and accuse and ridicule others. That's wonderful."

His seemingly nonchalant sigh, seemingly without any emotion, unconsciously ignited the sparks in the hearts of the people sitting in the audience again.

"You know what? I hate the ever-superior rationality. It makes all my joys and sorrows, all my sense of ritual, all my romance, seem as ridiculous as a clown. Likewise, I hate the sense of supreme superiority it gives others—as if as long as I master so-called 'rationality,' then the principles I uphold must be 'correct,' unquestionable and unrefuted."

His seemingly unintentional remarks successfully made the students sitting in the audience listen attentively.

Several students even frowned and stared at him with a hint of disgust and impatience in their eyes.

Xingjian understood very well.

That is the last fig leaf they use to protect themselves when the dirtiest and ugliest parts of the human heart are exposed without warning.

That is to say, it is to raise the flag of malicious intent against those who expose this.

"………Oh."

Even though he saw it all, he still had no intention of stopping.

"Speaking of justice, I'm also a little curious. What kind of justice do you speak of? Is it based on the pleasure of criticizing someone, or the sense of accomplishment you so-called achieve by punishing evil and promoting good?"

"Why are you wasting so much time talking so much nonsense!"

Some people in the audience had already begun to vent their dissatisfaction unscrupulously - Xingjian recognized him at a glance. He was the boy who once surrounded Eriri and advised her to stay away from him.

He suddenly stood up from his seat, pointed at Xingjian and retorted loudly indignantly.

"At the end of the day, if you did something wrong, you should apologize and be punished! Why didn't you think you would be criticized before plagiarizing? Stop making excuses for your mistakes and then shifting the blame onto us!"

The boy's face flushed red, and he looked extremely angry and frustrated - but in contrast, Xingjian's expression seemed extremely calm.

As we all know, only those who have their sore spots touched will be furious. It is difficult for those who do not take these words personally to feel offended.

And the fact that this person was so furious seemed to completely identify with the situation.

Thinking of this, the smile on the boy's lips gradually turned cold.

Oh, it's ugly.

No matter how you think about it, you will only feel that human beings are an ugly, unimproving, self-satisfied and proud species.

They are self-righteous and indiscriminately implement their own ideas, labeling all those who disagree with them as aliens. At the same time, they believe that only the theory they pursue is the supreme truth.

At this moment, as if in response to this "brave" boy's courage to speak out his true feelings, the students in the auditorium were talking about it, and many people were secretly evaluating the tit-for-tat between him and Xingjian.

"Yeah, it was Xingjian's fault in the first place..."

"If he didn't plagiarize, why would there be so many problems? ... In the end, he still can't provide any evidence, he's just making excuses."

"He can't even produce evidence to prove his innocence, yet he's still yelling at us? Is he hopeless?"

"Who knows? Maybe it's just a bluff—you don't really believe he's innocent, do you?"

There were many different opinions at once, and the auditorium, which was originally so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, was suddenly filled with noise.

Xingjian, who was standing on the stage, tried to ignore it even though he wanted to, but he still heard their conversation below the stage.

"........."

He held the microphone and wanted to say something but found that he had no idea where to start.

Obviously, with the help of the loudspeaker, his voice could easily drown out the discussion of his classmates, but he felt that he was unable to stop them from continuing to criticize him.

——Even if the voices drown them out, it cannot make their prejudices against themselves disappear.

So there is actually no point in gaining the upper hand by showing off your words for a while.

This feeling of powerlessness enveloped the boy's whole body, making Xingjian, who had been happy to argue with this group of people to the end, feel a little bored.

Communication must be based on the willingness of both parties to accept each other's views and respect each other's opinions.

But it is obvious that this bridge of two-way communication has not been opened.

He looked coldly at the crowd below the stage, who were still arguing fiercely about something, and did not speak again to defend himself - after all, there was no need at all.

Anyway, no matter what I say, they won't believe it anymore.

——It should have been like this, Xingjian had already given up completely.

until.

"Are you guys going to stop?!"

The angry voice of the blonde girl with twintails came from the corner.

Eriri Sawamura stood up from her seat and spoke as if she could no longer bear it and watch this farce.

She looks completely different now than her dignified and graceful self in the past.

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The plot started to explode (funny)

Xing Jianqing Can't Be Alone Again: Chapter 9: A Climax Concerto (I)

In the huge auditorium, the tense atmosphere that was originally on the verge of breaking out came to an abrupt end because of Sawamura Eriri's angry roar.

Whether it was the classmates who were already getting a little excited in their seats, or the black-haired boy standing on the podium, being the target of everyone's criticism - everyone cast a somewhat surprised look at her.

Eriri Sawamura, who was considered graceful, gentle and lovely by everyone, was now frowning in annoyance, clenching her fists, angrily pushing away the classmate who was blocking her, and leaving her original seat with her head down.

"Sawamura...-san?"

The girls who were sitting next to Eriri looked quite puzzled, with astonishment and surprise written all over their faces.

After all, they had never seen Eriri look so angry and her face flushed red before.

"You're always like this...always like this!! You arbitrarily impose your own opinions on others. Once someone's true self turns out to be different from your imagination, you either continue to argue that it's just a facade, or you become self-deprecatingly disappointed in them—is this ever going to stop?!"

Eriri roared at the loudest volume she could muster, her angry question echoing faintly in the auditorium.

"and--"

She glared at her classmates who were stunned by her sudden madness, then turned her red eyes to the Xingjian boy who was standing on the podium and looked a little at a loss.

The latter seemed to have never expected that she would stand up for him, with a look of surprise and defenselessness on his face.

——What? That expression.

It's really infuriating.

Eriri gritted her teeth, pointed angrily at the young man on the stage, turned around and shouted her thoughts in a somewhat hysterical voice.

"If this guy is truly framed, then I tell you, every word you say now, every malicious look you give him, every expression of contempt you show him—is the height of hypocrisy, stupidity, and ugliness!!"

Xingjian stared blankly at the back of the blonde girl who was standing in front of him and facing the whole class, and his fingers stroking the microphone trembled slightly.

"Do you think you are the messengers of justice? Because of an unidentified post, because of a piece of guidance online that's hard to tell whether it's true or false, you point the sword of punishing evil and promoting good at others, and then you wantonly bring down your judgment on behalf of justice—you think you're great, don't you?"

Eriri completely discarded her usual gentle and hypocritical mask - tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she gritted her teeth and stared fiercely at her classmates who were speechless in front of her.

"The malice you're now radiating towards those you deem guilty, the actions you deem righteous—what's the difference between that and those mindless trolls who blindly follow the crowd and accuse others without independent thought?! Why are you still trying to disguise yourself as righteous? Does that make your actions any more legitimate?! Stop making up high-sounding excuses for your fence-sitting behavior!"

"........."

Because of her words, many students sitting in their seats lowered their heads - some of them were reflecting on whether they were just following the trend without thinking, while others were simply shocked by the change in Eriri's attitude and kept quiet, not daring to speak.

"But does he have any evidence to prove he didn't plagiarize? If not, then he still did something wrong..."