It all started with that speech.
In 2010, I took the postgraduate entrance examination, and my results were extremely high. I ranked first in my undergraduate school and first in the postgraduate entrance examination school. First-class scholarship. I have never met anyone higher than me over the years. The principal of the local postgraduate entrance examination class asked me to give a speech to share my experience with the next generation of students who will take the postgraduate entrance examination. There were about 300 people in a lecture theater. I didn't stand among them or sit down. Maybe it was because of my innate ability. I had a blackboard at home since I was a child, and I loved to play the teacher-student lecturing game. This time my memory revived, I stood on the podium like those speakers and raised my eyes to the students below. My tongue was not tied, just the heat after finishing the postgraduate entrance examination, spraying my study schedule and the psychological torture and waiting. I know that the postgraduate entrance examination is approaching, I know that I have not learned enough, and I know that there are still so many books that I have not finished. It is not an exaggeration to call it psychological torture. After enduring the torture, there is an unexpectedly satisfying result. There is indeed a lot to complain about. The lecture was a success, I squirted so much, the students were encouraged, and the principal also felt happy. At the end of the lecture, he awarded me 500 yuan on the spot, which was called a scholarship. Here, for the first time, I felt high investment and high returns. I invested time, I invested money. My unusual actions had unusual consequences.