Once Lin Qi stepped onto the stage, he became the focus of everyone's attention.
As a former Journalism Professor at the university and an observer, she watched Lin Qi from the perspective of a bystander, unable to suppress the emotions constantly rising within her—along with her envy and jealousy.
This was talent.
Yes, it was a kind of innate ability.
Even if he said nothing and merely stood there, people's gazes would still converge on him and watch him.
An enviable talent.
Young, handsome, sunny, and confident, he was more skilled at acting than any actor.
In fact, before Catherine began working for Lin Qi, she had already studied this young man. She had even used several of his television appearances and public statements as case studies in her lectures.
He knew exactly how to make people like him more.
He had different approaches for different groups of people, just like now.
His clothes were not particularly formal, merely a slightly casual outfit. It was not formal enough, yet no one felt that he should not be dressed that way at this moment.
Especially after he quickly said, "This is my hometown," upon stepping onto the stage, no one felt that way anymore.
They would only think that Lin Qi dressed casually because he did not regard the people here as outsiders. This was his hometown, and the people here were his "family."
From a scholar's perspective, Lin Qi's line was somewhat nauseating. But there was no denying that, combined with his appearance, smile, and attitude, the nauseating line became completely natural.
He was merely a young man giving back to his hometown. What could possibly be wrong with that?
She sighed, feeling somewhat fortunate as well. If Lin Qi went into politics, perhaps there would be no place for