223 Wishing everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival.

"Mr. Ye, it's almost time for your speech." A school teacher reminded him quietly. He hadn't expected Ye Feimo to take an interest in the sports event. Normally, after the principal and several school directors gave their speeches at each year's event, they would leave, but this year was different. Ye Feimo had been sitting there for almost an hour, and neither the principal nor the directors dared to leave, each of them sitting there keeping him company.

Everyone felt as if they were sitting on pins and needles, continuously wiping sweat from their brows.

The pressure on the students competing in this year's sports event was unusually immense.

The announcers on the podium felt the pressure was too much, the atmosphere behind them icy cold. The usually commanding directors and principal all looked miserable.

The announcer also felt miserable.