It was Jenna who had sent her the link.


    Curiosity piqued, Mirabe raised an eyebrow and clicked on it, which took her straight to a special topic on the school''s online forum. The topic included some text and a video-the recording of this afternoon''s speech.


    "What are you watching?" Leo, sitting beside her, perked up at the sound from her phone and leaned over curiously.


    "A recording of the school speech," Mirabe said, watching the first part featuring Matthew''s speech. "He''s a top-notch student from Prestige College."


    At the mention of Prestige College, admiration shed across Leo''s face. Though he''d been a decent student, Prestige College was always a distant dream for him.


    "They actually got someone from Prestige College to speak at your school?" Zach asked, nudging the clingy dog away with his foot.


    "Yeah, probably to lighten the mood a bit," Mirabe nodded.


    Zach gave her a knowing look, familiar with this kind of event, and then asked, "Did they have a student representative speak too?"


    "Yes." Mirabe''s eyebrows lifted, and she sat up a bit straighter.


    Zach grinned, "Was the student representative you?"


    "Yeah,” Mirabe replied modestly, "I just went up and said a few words."


    "Got a link to the video? I''d love to check it out." Zach pulled out his phone.


    "Sure, let me send it to you." Mirabe switched screens and quickly forwarded it to him.


    Seeing this, Leo also asked for a copy.


    Mirabe said, "I was thest one on stage..."


    The trio huddled over their phones, engrossed in the video, while Emmitt across from them looked a bit down. He wanted to ask for the link too but remembered the embarrassment fromst year''spetition. How could he?


    After fidgeting with his phone, Emmitt finally opened a chat with his sister. Thest time they talked was when he sent her a digital gift for New Year''s, and her thank you was thest he''d heard from her.


    He hesitated for a solid five minutes over the message, "Can I see your video?" before finally sending it, filled with apprehension.


    When Mirabe''s phone pinged with Emmitt''s message, she nced up at him, saw him with his head down, paused for a second, and then opened the message. After reading it, she copied the link for him and then switched back to her video.


    Emmitt sensed Mirabe''s nce but didn''t dare to meet her eyes. Seeing the link, he felt a wave of joy wash over him.


    Taking a deep breath, he didn''t immediately click on it but stood up, told everyone he was heading to his room to rest, and went upstairs.


    Once in his room, Emmitt finally opened the link and started watching the video intently. He watched without skipping, straightening up when Mirabe appeared around the seventy-minute mark, positioning his phone for a better view.


    In the video, Mirabe didn''t use flowerynguage or borate rhetoric like the previous Prestige College students. Standing straight at the podium, she asked everyone about their dreams. Confidence radiated from her naturally, especially when she dered her goal to be the valedictorian for the final exams. That deration was more than just an inspiring message; it was a statement of fact.


    After watching the entire segment, Emmitt was filled with aplex mix of emotions.