The break time passed quickly, and Jungkook returned to the backstage again. Several boys were doing warm-up exercises vigorously backstage, doing push-ups, running in place, and hanging from the door to do pull-ups...
Jungkook's pitch-black eyes were filled with laughter as he shouted, "Attention!"
The few boys immediately lined up in neat rows and jogged onto the stage, standing in a tidy line on the stage with standardized actions, looking identical.
This aura immediately attracted the audience's eyes over.
The staff played the accompaniment music, and as the majestic melody played, they recited in unison -
"Tonight. After turning over seventy-three pages of historically significant doors, we should remember that bone-chilling desolate era, following the swaying red trajectory, a cry like galloping horses and armored soldiers, it starts exploding beside my eardrum..."
Everyone's voices faded away, and the entire auditorium was filled with the sonorous recitation of the boys.
Lisa looked at Jungkook on stage. His brows and eyes were lofty and solemn, his eyes filled with fortitude and solemnity.
Everything around seemed to have turned black and white, only his touch of green became the most striking existence.
"The sky at that time had not awakened, the land at that time was covered with scars, the faces at that time only had numbness, wandering on the edge of national subjugation and destruction of their race..."
"Let all oppressors understand, let all peoples of the world understand, our China, never lacks upright backbone!"
Their voices were sonorous yet mellow, arousing the most high-spirited masculinity of men.
Lisa also felt her blood boil up, national sentiment was not only for boys, but also for girls, it was something buried deep in the bloodline of the entire nation.
It was as if she was brought by them into that passionately burning era, and walked onto the streets with the youth students in Beijing and Shanghai, running about and shouting for the rise of the nation.
As the recitation ended, thunderous applause sounded in the venue, and many students even shed tears. Those simple and unadorned faces were filled with the most sincere and ardent emotions.
He looked at Lisa, and Lisa clapped desperately for him, her little paws clapping rapidly.
Jungkook's group did not have much recitation skills, but they won the favor of the judges and teachers with their sonorous momentum and sincere emotions, taking first place.
Compared to them, Jian SiXun's recitation, while having undulating rhythms and techniques, lacked momentum.
After the competition ended, Jungkook and a few others walked out of the auditorium. Lisa rushed over eagerly and hugged Jungkook tightly, "My god, first place in points! You guys were amazing!"
Jungkook had an unruffled composure between his brows, "Don't underestimate your senior brother."
Lisa laughed, "Getting arrogant already. Weren't you the one asking me just now if I would feel inferior to others..."
Before she could finish speaking, Jungkook suddenly pressed her into his embrace, leaning over with his head resting on her shoulder, his strong arms wrapped tightly around her back.
It was a forceful, lasting embrace.
"Um."
She patted Jungkook's back and congratulated him again, but he did not seem to want to let her go.
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