Looking back, the beautiful days of | speech are still in my heart, sweet and heart-like knife cut (3)

At noon that day, I didn't eat, and I secretly told my best friend that I was nervous. My friend smiled and said to me, "Don't think too much, play with your own efforts and strength!" ”

It sounds easy, but I'm afraid I can't do it. All along, I have been particularly disappointed in myself, I am not confident that this time I can turn things around, really not.

I asked my friend a very negative question worriedly: "What if... I mean if, if I lose, will you be disappointed in me? ”

The friend said half jokingly and half seriously: "I will, and I will beat you up, but I am sure that you will not let me down, come on!" ”

Hearing this, my heart became more and more lost, and I held her hand nervously. I felt the palms of my hands, cold sweat coming out, really nervous.

In the afternoon, at the scene of the competition, I sat in the crowd with some uneasiness, in fact, these are also the people who usually gather, but this time I am a contestant, I want to go on stage, I am getting more and more nervous.

The next one was me, and I walked slowly to the waiting area and looked back at the class teacher, who looked at me with love. That glance gave me strength.

At the moment of taking the stage, I plucked up enough courage, and although my mind was blank, I knew what I was doing.

In the face of the black pressure of the head in the audience, I was extremely timid, but I still picked up the microphone with trembling.

Coming down from the stage, I had an ominous premonition and walked toward the class with a particularly ugly face. This time, I didn't look at the class teacher, and I was afraid to see disappointment in her eyes.

My hand was held tightly by my friend, but I was still shaking. I tried to calm myself down with a variety of excuses, but to no avail.

I whispered in my friend's ear, "You tell me the truth, are you satisfied with the speech I just gave?" ”

My friend stayed for half a second and uttered the three words I was very reluctant to hear, "not satisfied."

My heart sank to the bottom, and I can't blame my friends, I can only blame myself for not playing well.

At that moment, my heart hurt so much, I wanted to cry, I felt the tears swirling in my eyes, but I didn't let it flow down, because it couldn't come out.

The whole game, I didn't listen to anything, I just knew I had the penultimate place. I am really sad about such results. I was sad that I couldn't win glory for my class, and I couldn't grasp the opportunity well.

Standing on the podium, holding a consolation prize, I never said a word, and I didn't want to say it, because no matter how much I said, it was only a sentence — sorry, my teachers and classmates, I let you down. However, this sentence was not said in the end, and it became a regret in my life.

After the game, no one mentioned the game again, they were afraid of irritating me, they were thinking about me. However, the more reluctant they were to hurt me, the more I felt sorry for them, and I hurt their enthusiasm for hope, their sincere hearts.

That night, I secretly shed tears, I don't know why I cried, but my heart was as uncomfortable as a knife cut, and the tears couldn't help but slip silently on the pillow, so astringent...

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