"Thank you to the school and everyone here for giving me this opportunity to speak. It's an honor to stand in a place like this today and say a few words on behalf of the third-year students."
Lin Qi's opening was ordinary, with nothing particularly special about it. But anyone who knew him understood that he wasn't someone who liked doing things by the rules.
After saying this, he looked toward the crowd and suddenly asked, "I forgot to introduce myself. Surely there isn't anyone here who doesn't know me, right?"
Some people had already started laughing, while others shouted loudly, "We know you! You're Lin Qi!"
Lin Qi heard those "words of support" and nodded repeatedly. He pointed both hands toward where the voices had come from and gave two thumbs-up. "Hey, thanks, brothers."
That slightly less Upper Class slang made everyone laugh. To the people here, this style, which clearly came from the lower classes, seemed to possess a natural comedic quality.
That feeling actually came from the arrogance of the Upper Class. With contempt and conceit, they imagined themselves as gods looking down upon the mortal world. Everything, whether good or bad, was seen as a way of pleasing them.
Lin Qi was laughing too. The president faintly sensed that something was off, but he didn't say anything.
His purpose differed from Lin Qi's. He simply wanted to look like the kind of president people needed.
Approachable, easy to get along with, humorous, and not averse to flattering the "voters" a little.
Lin Qi... His thoughts were sometimes rather unusual. The president didn't know how to describe that feeling.
Lin Qi was laughing, and everyone else was laughing too. Once the laughter had mostly died down, he raised a hand and pressed it lightly through the air.