At the end of the first half of the first semester of high school, the principal organized outstanding seniors to come to the school to promote the school. To put it bluntly, they made us "Chicken Soup for the Soul." As the tail end of the experimental class, our class teacher actually tricked us into being one of the top five student representatives in the country. We looked at the class teacher with a smile that could fly out of the galaxy. They were the third one to give a speech. One of the seniors was on the podium with a graceful and measured approach. My eyes were glued to him and refused to leave. This was our first and only meeting. It was only a short speech class. After class, he left his contact information and added his contact information as a member of the class. In the following years, with the help of words on the Internet, we became relatively familiar strangers.
Purpose: I was invited by my high school alma mater to give a lecture, left my contact information, and became a more familiar stranger with a school girl.