Chapter 12 The Glorious Labor Committee Member
Lin Weimin felt that something must have happened during the few minutes he was away.
The way everyone looked at him was so familiar, probably the same as when he was trying to scheme something.
His eyes swept over and Huang Zonghan quickly avoided it.
It's you again, the one with thick eyebrows and big eyes. It's you who betrays the revolution every time!
Lin Weimin was certain that Huang Zonghan had something to do with this matter; he was truly a traitor!
"Okay, let's start counting the votes."
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"Sports Committee member, candidates: Aibaier, Lin Weimin, and An Shishan. Aibaier, one vote. An Shishan, one vote. Aibaier, one vote..."
Lin Weimin felt disheartened when he heard Zhang Lin counting the votes in front of him. It was bad enough that he couldn't beat Aibaier, a 1.80-meter-tall young man from Xinjiang, but why could An Shishan, who was in his thirties, beat him?
After the vote count for the Sports Committee was over, Aibaier was elected with a landslide victory of 25 votes, An Shishan with 7 votes, and Lin Weimin with 2 votes.
Lin Weimin wanted to shout out: "It's a shady deal," but he didn't dare.
Of the two votes he received, one was cast for himself. Who cast the other vote?
He looked up and happened to meet a pair of shy eyes.
Hey, sister An Yi.
I guess it’s probably this girl. It seems that only women can appreciate my charm.
Lin Weimin felt a little better.
When it was the labor committee member's turn to count the votes, Lin Weimin's heart began to rise again, for he had a premonition of the result.
"Lin Weimin, one vote. Lin Weimin, one vote. Lin Weimin, one vote..."
My heart feels so cold!
How big a grudge is this? Isn’t it just selling you some books?
In the end, Lin Weimin was elected with an absolute majority of 32 votes, without any controversy.
The students even stood up and applauded, and came over to shake his hand one by one. At the same time, they showed encouragement on their faces and encouraged him: "Work hard for the people and don't let everyone down!"
Lin Weimin was in tears.
This plot is wrong!
I am a time traveler. Don’t you feel guilty for treating me like this?
While Lin Weimin was feeling depressed about the arduous task of taking on the role of Labor Committee Member, Tang Yuqiu stood on the podium and wrote on the blackboard the courses that the students would take in the next period of time.
"Prehistoric National Culture", "History of Chinese Literature", "Ancient Literature", "Nineteen Ancient Poems and The Peacock Flies Southeast"... "Yuan Opera", "Water Margin"...
The course content basically covers the literary content from the pre-Qin Dynasty to the late Qing Dynasty, and there are also courses such as "Russian Literature" that involve world literature.
Lin Weimin and his classmates' short-term training course lasts only three months in total. Such an intensive course schedule makes people feel both painful and happy.
The classmates are happy, and the only one who is sad is Lin Weimin.
We are all aiming for the path of writing, and even though the courses are intensive, they cannot extinguish the burning literary passion in everyone's hearts.
But Lin Weimin is different from this group of people. His writing itself is utilitarian in nature. He came to the training institute by chance just to kill time and take this opportunity to make some money to improve his living conditions.
He looked at the schedule. He was in class all day long, with only one day off on weekends. This was normal in this era, as he only had one day off per day.
Gu Hua beside him was still discussing with Cheng Shixu, "It seems that writing can only be put off to the evening."
Damn, who arranged this course? It really leaves no room for survival.
Lin Weimin was wailing in his heart.
"These are the courses, and everyone knows the schedule. Generally speaking, everyone's schedule is still very tight. However, in addition to various literature courses, the institute will also arrange some cultural activities for everyone to be held in Yenching, so that everyone can better experience the literary atmosphere."
When Teacher Tang Yuqiu said this, Lin Weimin's eyes lit up. After all, there was still some humanity in the institute.
I have almost finished explaining everything that needed to be explained in the class meeting, and it will be almost time for lunch.
I have already taken up the time for a meal in the D School cafeteria in the morning and cannot continue to use it.
Teacher Tang Yuqiu said the meeting was adjourned, and then began to instruct Lin Weimin, "Lin Weimin, organize the work and restore the cafeteria to its original state."
Lin Weimin responded with a sad face, "I understand, Teacher Tang."
Huh?
He suddenly realized what Teacher Tang had just said.
"Can you organize it?"
Lin Weimin's spirits perked up, and he felt himself shaking instantly.
He found that he seemed to have misunderstood the position of "Labor Committee Member"!
What is the labor committee member? Class cadres!
Cadres, are there any who do their own work?
That requires taking the overall situation into consideration and making strategic plans!
I understand!
Lin Weimin felt that his thoughts were sublimated at this moment.
"Hey, that guy..."
Lin Weimin's expression suddenly changed, and he pointed his finger forward, but the finger he stretched out was not pointed directly at people, as pointing directly at someone would seem disrespectful, so he bent it, and he looked imposing.
"Students, please be more conscious. We are borrowing the D school's territory, so hurry up and restore it to its original state. We still have to eat lunch later. Male students, please work harder, and female students, don't be idle either. We have strength in numbers, so try to finish it in five minutes and don't delay eating!"
You know what, once he became a leading cadre, Lin Weimin felt that his waist and legs no longer ached and he spoke with confidence.
When he gave orders, his words were righteous and stern.
Seeing that no one followed his instructions immediately, Lin Weimin glared and acted like a leader.
"What's going on? I'm a newly elected labor committee member, but my words don't count?"
He began to call the roll, "Zhang Lin, you are the monitor, you should show some awareness of a class cadre, why are you not working actively?"
"I..." Zhang Lin is almost 40 years old this year. After hearing what Lin Weimin said, he immediately couldn't hold back his face, "Classmates, hurry up and move."
Lin Weimin was very satisfied with Zhang Lin’s reaction. Even though you are the squad leader, you still have to listen to me, the labor committee member, when it comes to labor.
Lin Weimin felt that he had completely mastered the secret of being a public servant. It felt so good!
"This trick of yours doesn't work!" Zhang Lin lowered his head and whispered to Jiang Zilong while moving the table.
Jiang Zilong also felt a little pain in his teeth. "I didn't expect this. This kid is too cunning. I can't control him."
Both of them had sad faces. Long before the class meeting, Teacher Tang Yuqiu found them and briefly explained the arrangements for them.
This is how it is these days, and the classmates are used to it. Besides, the performances of Zhang Lin and Jiang Zilong in recent days have indeed convinced everyone.
Then Teacher Tang Yuqiu mentioned the troublemaker Lin Weimin. It happened that Lin Weimin was being scolded at that time and was not there. When talking about his situation, Tang Yuqiu was heartbroken.
In particular, Huang Zonghan also reported that this kid hadn't even touched a pen in the dormitory in the past few days, let alone a book. Apart from asking for autographs, he had never done anything to do with books. This phenomenon was almost impossible to happen to the more than 30 students in the class.
So Jiang Zilong suggested that we should not let Weimin go astray. He is still young and must not go astray!
(End of this chapter)
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