The goal of this draft was to become the student council president.
Therefore, it had to inspire a sense of heartfelt emotion, and ideally it should resonate with the audience. Once resonance was achieved, the students would naturally support Xu Zeming for president.
Having determined the writing requirements, Muxia began to write.
While writing, Muxia was meticulous, paying attention to every word and phrase. She had never been this serious, even when writing an essay for the elementary school entrance exam.
As a result, her efficiency was very slow.
It was past one in the morning, and Muxia was still revising the speech.
The cap of her pen had been chewed out of shape, faint tooth marks still visible. Her fine brows were furrowed tightly together, as she seemed to be grappling with some difficult problem.
Once she figured it out, she burst into laughter, seemingly overjoyed.
Across the way.
Jiang Qingchen saw that her room was still lit, and couldn't help but frown.
