The first class in the morning was filled with an undercurrent of excitent as the students learned that there would be a seat rearrangent.
Song Sheng, who was caught in the center of the Four Golden Flowers, was trembling with excitent. This day had finally co!
In the back row, the four of them sat together as Xue Yuantong enjoyed the coconut milk porridge Jiang Ning brought for her.
Yu Wen: "Yun Tingting is so pretentious."
Bai Yuxia imdiately perked up her sharp little ears, entering eavesdrop mode.
Jiang Yanan: "What’s wrong?"
Yu Wen was a bit angry: "On the forum, it says Yun Tingting is too excellent, no man can match her. Hehe, what is she in front of Zhongfei?"
Jiang Yanan: "Wow, I only just realized, was it you who was complinting Huang Zhongfei in that post, Wenwen?"
Chen Siyu realized: "No wonder, I wondered why soone kept badmouthing Huang Zhongfei in the Fourth Middle School forum recently!"
Upon hearing this, Huang Zhongfei maintained his composure, thanks to his good upbringing. It was just a small matter.
Yu Wen countered: "It’s not badmouthing! I would stand against the entire forum for Zhongfei!"
Reflecting on the Fourth Middle School forum, Jiang Yanan recalled that whenever the topic of handso guys and pretty girls ca up, soone would always ntion Huang Zhongfei, leading to heated debates, then turning into slanging matches.
She couldn’t help but think: ’Sister, if you keep at it, the entire forum really will beco Huang Zhongfei’s enemy!’
Only soone as good-natured as Huang Zhongfei could endure all this.
Jiang Yanan knew that Yun Tingting was unintentionally hurt by her sister, so she rationally said: "Actually, I’m quite envious of Yun Tingting."
Now it was Yu Wen’s turn to be puzzled: "What’s there to envy about her? Being in the lilight all the ti is not great."
Jiang Yanan countered: "Do you know what a woman’s most silent show-off is?"
’Show-off?’ At this, Yu Wen was no longer sleepy.
She raised her wrist, revealing a flashy gold bracelet, exuding wealth.
Jiang Yanan pretended not to see it and said: "Yun Tingting plays badminton every day, showing she has a good physique. Just look at her rosy complexion and shiny black hair; she seems very healthy and probably doesn’t have nstrual pain. Isn’t that enviable?"
"Qing’e, what do you think?" Jiang Yanan sought support from her companion.
Shen Qing’e had been talking less recently: "Yeah, it indeed is."
Despite her preference for the gold bracelet, Yu Wen had to admit this was indeed enviable.
Yu Wen pondered for a while and then asked: "So do you know what a man’s silent show-off is?"
She was ready to list all the strengths of the class monitor!
Before Jiang Yanan could start to answer, Chen Siyu confidently raised her chin and said:
"Making a silent woman vocal!"
The surroundings fell silent, several pairs of eyes glaring at her.
Bai Yuxia was embarrassed to share a desk with her.
Fortunately, the current class monitor, Xin Youling, was seated at the podium and cleared her throat to signal for quiet.
Huang Yuzhu carried a jug of purified water on his shoulder, entering from the back door of the classroom, with Tang Jing following behind, seemingly helping.
Xue Yuantong secretly learned a trick — she didn’t touch the water jug, yet she looked like she was helping; it was quite clever.
Jiang Ning saw through her thoughts and scolded: "Stop picking up bad habits over good ones."
Sitting leisurely at the podium, Xin Youling witnessed this scene, suddenly raising her eyes, her usually gentle eye bags now holding a sharper edge.
"Next ti, plan your ti well when moving water and try to be back before class. Otherwise, the teacher will be unhappy, and who knows, they might delay class."
"You don’t want to be held in class, do you?"
Xin Youling’s reasoning was sound, and Huang Yuzhu repeatedly promised there wouldn’t be a next ti.
However, Tang Jing was uncomfortable. Her eyes flickered, and she chose to shift the bla: "Yang Sheng asked to change the water, I had no choice!"
Xin Youling suddenly smiled, her eye bags resembling two new moons, and she joked with Yang Sheng beside the podium:
"Yang Sheng, you’re amazing. Now everyone regards you as the class monitor."
Yang Sheng wasn’t foolish; she realized their intentions.
’Interesting.’
Choosing her side, Yang Sheng was least inclined to be used by Tang Jing, so she made a joke:
"Class monitor, Tang Jing is quite professional, knowing not to overstep the chain of command."
Tang Jing, seeing Yang Sheng’s reaction, internally felt disappointnt, regretting that she couldn’t stir up a dispute between Yang Sheng and the class monitor. Otherwise, she might have had a chance to strip Yang Sheng of her managent powers and negate the debts she owed.
An unspoken clash silently dissolved.
Only Chen Siyu was laughing foolishly: "Haha, you guys are so fun to listen to!"
On the podium, Xin Youling withdrew her gaze. After the previous test, she knew that for now, Yang Sheng had no intent to seize power.
She temporarily put aside the idea of suppressing the opposition, well aware that as long as she perford well, any devils or monsters would vanish into thin air!
Chen Siyu was still laughing foolishly. Bai Yuxia glanced at her, feeling both speechless and a bit envious; simplicity is a rare quality, raised only in special ho environnts... or not; maybe she’s just because she’s simple-minded.
Noticing Bai Yuxia’s sowhat complex gaze, Chen Siyu was wary: "What are you looking at?"
Bai Yuxia said: "Looking at a genius with an IQ over 140."
Chen Siyu was overjoyed.
At this ti, the figure of the horoom teacher, Dan Qingrong, appeared at the front door of the classroom, and the students quickly quieted down.
Song Sheng, not good with words: "Is it ti to change seats?"
Dan Qingrong looked at him: "I know you’re anxious, but don’t rush."
Song Sheng was almost swearing in his heart; every minute and second was torture for him!
Dan Qingrong looked outside the door: "Co in, please."
Then, a girl with a height of 1.7 ters, yellowish-white skin, and blue eyes walked into the classroom.
She curiously looked at her classmates, and they examined her as well.
Cao Kun: "An African transfer student? Even paler than Yuzhu."
Tang Jing thought: ’Damn!’
"She’s really pretty, her bone structure is lovely." Cao Kun then nudged Guo Kunnan: "Have you fallen in love?"
Guo Kunnan gazed at the blue-eyed girl, her eyes like a pool of water, staring at him, and his heart was electrified, his Dao Heart began to spin... "No, I have a girlfriend already."
Guo Kunnan struggled to refuse.
Tang Jing scoffed: "Do you think she’d look at you?"
In the northeast corner of the classroom, ng Gui: "What if she walks past , sees watching a video, and falls in love with at first sight, promising a splendid future?"
Ma Shicheng frowned: "If you can talk, then speak less."
The foreign student on the podium introduced herself in choppy Chinese: "Hello everyone, my na is Huang Xingyue, I’m 17 years old, and I’m from..."
"A tiny country I’ve never even heard of..." Yu Wen scoffed.
In that corner, Cui Yu reflected: "I seem to rember, I might have seen the news, can’t rember if I’m mistaken, the United Nations once issued a warning to that country."
ng Gui tossed out: "You’re definitely mistaken, what power does the United Nations have?"
Cui Yu: "Oh, that’s true."
Wang Longlong saw their indifferent attitude and explained: "You guys have a cognitive bias. Since we’re one of the Permanent Five, we tend to look down on the United Nations, but for many small countries, the United Nations is a gigantic entity."
Cui Yu thought for a mont: "That seems true."
After Huang Xingyue’s introduction was complete, everyone clapped to welco her. Shan Qingrong arranged for her to sit behind Ma Shicheng and Wang Longlong, sharing a desk with Gong Jin.
After everything was settled, Shan Qingrong looked at everyone and said: "Given so students’ reactions, the class officers for the new term need to be reconfird."
Xin Youling was stunned for a second, she didn’t even know that the class officers needed to be re-elected?
She quickly suppressed her confusion, for her, it was just going through the motions again.
Shan Qingrong explained: "I’ll na each of the class officers. If anyone wants to run, they can co up, if not, we can move on, okay?"
"Study Committee mber, Dong Qingfeng."
"Anyone running?"
No one, so it moved on to the Arts Committee mber, still Shen Qing’e, and then the Life Committee mber Hu Jun.
When it ca to the Sports Committee mber, there was a slip-up, "Sports Committee mber, Liu Chuandao."
Liu Chuandao raised his hand: "Teacher, I’m no longer the Sports Committee mber!"
Shan Qingrong was taken aback: "Why not?"
Wu Xiaoqi chuckled: "He cut class and was dismissed by the gym teacher, and I beca the Sports Committee mber instead!"
Shan Qingrong nodded and announced: "Then the Sports Committee mber now is..."
Wu Xiaoqi: "Not , I cut class later and got dismissed too."
Duan Shigang spoke up just in ti, full of authority: "It’s , I later beca the Sports Committee mber!"
Shan Qingrong: "Alright, so the Sports Committee mber..."
Xin Youling said: "Later, the gym teacher thought Duan Shigang was too pretentious and too slow at roll call, so he was dismissed too."
Shan Qingrong was baffled: "Does this gym teacher have a lot of issues?"
He couldn’t take it anymore: "Just tell who the final Sports Committee mber is?"
Xin Youling: "Currently, there is no Sports Committee mber. Teacher Gu Wei said he doesn’t need an assistant."
Shan Qingrong had nothing left to say.
He then began to announce: "The final position is class president, if no one..."
Xin Youling stood on the podium, overlooking all the students, whether it was eliminating opposition or achieving class accomplishnts, she excelled in everything. No one in this class could compete with her!
Yu Wen raised her hand high: ", Mr. Shan, I’m running for class president!"
As soon as the words dropped, the room erupted.
Cui Yu slapped the desk, laughing heartily, full of teasing: "You’re running for class president?"
Tang Jing almost burst out laughing, she just brewed up a conflict about moving water, her opponents were Xin Youling, Yang Sheng, high-level talents from Class 8, and you, a Yu Wen, are running for class president?
"What are you doing up there? Trying to embarrass yourself?"
"Ah, it should be a fancy embarrassnt!"
Disdain, belittling, various comnts pierced Yu Wen’s ears, but she remained silent.
Shan Qingrong nodded: "Co up and present your campaign statent."
Yu Wen passed by Huang Zhongfei, walked along the path, ascended the podium, and faced everyone:
"I want to be class president, vote for !"
After speaking, Yu Wen quietly waited aside.
Xin Youling: ’That’s it?’
"Anyone else?" Shan Qingrong asked.
No one answered.
Next, it was Xin Youling’s turn to give her campaign speech, she smiled, her friendliness accentuated by her arched eyes:
"Hello everyone, I’m Xin Youling. During my ti as class president, I’ve organized the New Year’s performance list, making our Class 8 famous in school, of course, this is also thanks to all of your help. Internally, I..."
Gong Jin, looking at the graceful figure on the podium, rarely praised: "Not bad, poised and concise, very comfortable."
Wang Longlong, however, stared at her, lost in thought.
Xin Youling’s campaign speech quickly ended, she glanced at Yu Wen beside her and curved her mouth into a smile:
’Yu Wen, what gives you the right to compete with ?’
Horoom teacher Shan Qingrong announced: "Next, we’ll start with an anonymous vote. You only vote once, and whoever gets more than half the votes wins."
Impatient Song Sheng couldn’t hold back: "Just use a show of hands, there’s no suspense anyway!"
Chen Qian adjusted his glasses: "I still need to study."
Seeing the third voice in class speak, Shan Qingrong looked at Xin Youling and Yu Wen.
Xin Youling’s eyes were calm: "I have no objection."
With this thod of decision-making, she could straightforwardly defeat Yu Wen and let all future challengers see the outco of challenging the class president’s position!
Shan Qingrong didn’t hesitate anymore: "Alright, just one show of hands."
Shan Qingrong turned his gaze to Yu Wen and said: "All those in favor of Yu Wen becoming class president, raise your hand."
Xin Youling: ’Let see how many supporters you have.’
In the next mont, student after student raised their hands, Gong Jin, Lu Qiqi, Jiang Yanan, Zhang Chi, Chai Wei, Miao Zhe... Gradually, their raised arms ford a line, like wildfire spreading, engulfing the scene.
Yu Wen suddenly quieted down.
She saw the once high and mighty Xin Youling, now pale-faced, she saw the surprise on the horoom teacher’s face, she saw the countless supporters.
She saw her past self.
Pearls sprayed from her nostrils, milk tea dripped down her face, pig-like squeals escaped from her sore throat, an awkward slip on the award stage...
Again and again, scene after scene.
Pea Shooter, the class clown.
Those labels stuck to her, impossible to remove.
Only one person once told her, ’You deserve everything.’
She finally faced Huang Zhongfei’s handso face, her soul captivated.
A voice of disbelief echoed from the classroom: "Yu Wen won?"
It was Dan Kaiquan’s voice.
’Yes, I won.’
’I’m not a clown, I’m Class 8’s class president!’
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