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"is it?"
Aoba smiled helplessly and shook his head.
His gaze also turned cold in a very short time:
"Then as a human being, you've really failed miserably."
The words fell.
Snowflakes began to slowly fall throughout the auditorium!
"You...you're a monster too!"
"You're a monster too!!"
The same biting cold seemed to annihilate even the soul, and Councilor Zifang's expression changed drastically in an instant!
Looking into those cold eyes, my legs trembled uncontrollably!
He can't believe it!
We can't believe it either.
The guy who once got into Tokyo University but gave up halfway to become a chef actually has the same abilities as those people in the prosecutor's office!
"monster?"
Aoba scoffed.
"I'm just an ordinary chef."
Without wasting any more words with Wisteria, he stood beside Futaro again and coughed twice very seriously:
"Ahem..."
"I apologize, students and teachers, but we just experienced a rather unpleasant little incident..."
"As for my personal introduction, you all probably already know it, so I won't go into detail." (Read super exciting novels at Feilu Novel Network!)
Qingye chuckled lightly, easing the atmosphere in the auditorium.
Her approachable demeanor quickly drew the students' attention back.
He took out a neatly folded manuscript, unfolded it, and smiled:
"I originally had a draft ready when I was invited here..."
"However, rather than the finished article, I would like to share some of my thoughts with you."
His voice was filled with genuine sincerity.
Hiratsuka Shizuka and Miyazono Kaori, who found Wisteria outside the auditorium and kicked it backstage, also heard the sound.
The group stopped.
"Actually, it's not just about academics. You are all still very young, and you have a long future ahead of you. Some of you will feel lost because of various things, and some of you will hesitate when faced with choices..."
"When you stand at the crossroads of life, you don't know which way to go."
Qingye spoke softly, as if recalling her past life, and said with a smile:
"Then I began to doubt whether I had any talent..."
"At this moment, please believe that all you need is a small push, and then you can take a step forward and move towards your own future."
The words fell.
The wisteria, which had been completely ignored, spoke up again to mock:
"Ha! Is it useful for the weak to band together?"
"Those who are born incompetent are destined to fail, even if they band together!"
He tried to straighten his back, wanting to look more serious.
“The Wisteria Councilor is right.”
This time, Aoba did not object, and his face was full of seriousness. Uesugi Futaro's eyes also suddenly dimmed.
So even Aoba thinks so?
"but!"
"Perhaps lacking talent is a recipe for failure, but a failed life is still a life!"
"Just because you're destined to fail, does that mean everything you've experienced since childhood has been meaningless?"
"If life is a dish whose flavor you don't know, then you have the right to taste this life, which is called failure, to the very end!"
Aoba said earnestly:
"Moreover, only by experiencing the taste of failure can we, as chefs, truly understand how to transform that flavor!"
His words undoubtedly had an effect.
No matter how radical Zi Teng's words were before, the students are still young and will ultimately believe in something more beautiful!
The future is inherently unpredictable.
No one has the right to define another person's life!
"Geniuses, mediocrities, failures... they are all created by humans."
"Everyone!"
"There are standards for winning and losing in the ring, but when it comes to judging this life..."
"Only you yourselves are truly qualified!!!"
Aoba raised his right hand and swung it out forcefully:
Even in defeat, the most important thing is always—to throw the next punch!!!
"No one can judge your life."
"They criticize and judge you based on your grades, talent, and ability, labeling you as useless, but there is never just one path in life!"
"One day..."
"You will also become the most dazzling new stars!"
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The words fell.
The entire auditorium was stunned!
That was something no one had ever told them before.
Every student in the auditorium stared wide-eyed at Aoba on the stage in astonishment.
They've heard this kind of talk before.
in contrast.
I've heard so much of that, and I'm even starting to get tired of the motivational platitudes from teachers and parents.
But this time was the only time.
That senior who once gave up a promising academic future dared to stand up and argue for them in the face of the councilor.
The resonance in their words was enough to surprise them.
Was I valued before?
At this moment...
Many female students who were easily moved to tears suddenly burst into tears, and a strange sense of grievance spread through their hearts like a virus.
"My senior..."
"That's really amazing!"
As the soft sobs that followed continued, Aoba herself found it somewhat unbelievable.
But then he smiled again.
That makes sense...
At this age, don't I also feel excited by those passionate speeches?
He patted Futaro's shoulder, who had fully recovered, and whispered:
"You're just temporarily lost. Give yourself some time to see the road ahead clearly... then continue forward."
"I..."
Uesugi Fuutarou's pupils trembled violently beneath his glasses, his mouth opened and closed, and the words he managed to squeeze out were unintelligible.
"Don't rush to deny it, there are still so many younger students here."
The green leaves are laughing and playing; they are pine trees.
"You're a role model for those teachers below, and as a senior student, you can't lead them astray."
Done.
Qingye then turned his head and said loudly:
"That concludes my presentation. Thank you everyone. Now, I'll hand it over to the principal and the others."
He had just put down the microphone.
The wisteria below, still unwilling to give up, stared with its bloodshot eyes:
"You've said so much..."
"Aren't you just a small business owner of a run-down izakaya?"
"Your life..."
"It's filled with failures!"
Aoba walked down the stage step by step, silently walked to the main entrance of the stage, and pushed open the heavy door.
Dappled sunlight fell on him.