Jiang Siming turned around and sat in the middle of the leaders' seats, right beside the principal and vice principal.
This was the position the school had arranged for him, so there was nothing he could do. He would have much rather sat with Zhang Qiulan.
Sitting onstage, he looked out at the auditorium, which could hold tens of thousands of people. Every seat was occupied.
Jiang Siming could not help recalling how, at Fudan's gala every year in the past, he had hosted the programs here, performed in skits, or taken part in choral performances.
Back then, he had only been a minor character, a nobody.
But today, when he returned to this stage, he had become the true focus and star of the show.
Besides many older Fudan alumni, professors, and teachers from various universities, there were also many reporters present today.
These media reporters had naturally come for Jiang Siming.
After all, Jiang Siming was a hot topic wherever he went now.
When they noticed so many reporters present, many students could not help sitting up straight.
Down below, in the first-year Business Administration Department section, a beautiful girl stared at Jiang Siming onstage without even wanting to blink.
"Brother Jiang."
The girl murmured his name. The man onstage was the very figure she thought about every day.
Although she had been named the newest campus belle as soon as she entered the university, and although many outstanding upperclassmen were pursuing her,
the girl had always kept them at a distant arm's length.
Because in her heart, no one could compare with Jiang Siming.
If Jiang Siming saw her, he would surely remember her. This girl was Lu Yao.
She was the high school senior he had casually helped during the college entrance examinations.
Now, she was