Chapter 7 Chapter 7 You will be the English class representative Xu Sui
Xu Sui glanced briefly around the classroom. All the students had their heads lowered, concentrating on writing their questions. Few of them glanced at him, but after glancing at them a few times, they lowered their heads and buried themselves in their work.
An obvious feeling of oppression instantly hit Xu Sui, making her hair stand on end. As expected, the seats in front were all taken, leaving only two empty seats in the last row of the last group and one empty seat in the second to last row.
The three of them walked towards the back of the classroom with a clear goal.
The two boys had long legs and walked fast. They pulled out the chairs in the last row and sat down. Xu Sui didn't have a choice and could only sit in the seat in front of them. His deskmate was a sweet girl with big round eyes. She looked like the doll Xu Sui saw on TV when he was a child.
"Why are you here so late?" The classmate turned around and talked to the two boys behind him. Xu Sui paused where he had put down his stationery, then put the stationery bag away as if nothing had happened.
But his ears were always paying attention to the movements behind him.
"Hey, don't mention it. Bai Ruoxing knew we came to City No. 1 and came to us for a long time, pestering us a lot." The boy with a crew cut leaned back and put his right leg on his left leg, his back slightly arched and his head lowered to unzip his black backpack. He looked unruly and dissolute, which was in line with Xu Sui's first impression of him - a gangster.
Xu Sui was also curious about what he said. Yes, weren't they all from Nanfu? Why did they abandon their home base and come to City One? And the three of them seemed to know each other very well. With Shu Siyun included, it seemed that there were quite a few people from Nanfu coming to City One this time. Xu Sui remembered what Xu Zhiyao said.
But...does the school have so much money to "buy" students?
The classmate who looked like a doll curled her lips and said: "Why does she care so much? Just take care of it yourself..." She stopped talking halfway. Xu Sui secretly turned her head a little out of curiosity, and saw that Song Shiyang, who had originally lowered her head to rest, had raised her head again and stared at her new classmate. There was a cold look between her eyebrows, and she looked distant and indifferent.
There was a silent threat.
The new deskmate seemed to want to speak but didn't dare to. In the end, he could only kick the lever under the table and complained: "Okay, okay, stop talking bad about people behind their backs, okay? Song Shiyang, you're just pretending."
He didn't seem to care when others called him "pretending". After a while, he lay down again, in the same sleeping position as Xu Sui had seen in the bookstore before. His right hand was around his neck and rested on his left ear, with his spinous process protruding and his finger joints obvious.
"Cough." The person behind Xu Sui coughed softly, which scared her so much that the pen in her hand almost dropped. She shuddered noticeably, which was the reaction of being interrupted after being absorbed in thought.
Xu Sui's action attracted the attention of her new deskmate. She slapped her head as if she suddenly realized something, and a pair of shallow dimples appeared on her face.
"Hello, girl. My name is Jiang Changjia. I'm from Nanjing Affiliated High School. Nice to meet you."
After saying that, he reached into the table and rummaged around, pulling out a cute Conan and handing it to Xu Sui, "Gift, my favorite Detective Conan!"
It is a small keychain doll with exquisite workmanship, a Q version of Conan.
Xu Sui waved his hand and said, "No, thank you. My name is Xu Sui, from Yu'nan." After that, he glanced at the head teacher on the podium. He seemed to be packing up notices and other things, and was not paying attention to their lively corner for the time being.
"Hey, yes, I have a lot. Take it." The sweet-looking girl was stronger than Xu Sui had imagined. She pushed the doll into the belly of Xu Sui's desk and finally showed a sweet smile and made a "yeah" gesture to Xu Sui.
Xu Sui had no choice but to compromise. She took out a pen and wrote a few words on the draft paper. Then she took out a few watercolor pens she bought at the stationery store from her pencil case. They would sparkle and look beautiful when written with, and pushed them together.
It said: "Thank you~ This is my return gift.
Jiang Changjia smiled and moved closer to Xu Sui, wanting to talk to her, but the next second, the head teacher on the podium slapped the pile of papers on the table and said with a smile: "I'm sorry to waste a few minutes of your study time to talk to you."
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone put down their pens and looked up in tacit understanding, except for the two people in the corner of the classroom.
Not long after he lay down, he was forced to turn on the computer again. He looked a little sleepy, but not impatient. His head was slightly lowered, and his eyes were scattered under the table, with no focus.
Jiang Song lowered his head and tore through the papers in his hand, shaking his head as he did so, muttering something to himself. If Xu Sui had heard correctly, what he was saying was - "You have no taste. Why are all these letters addressed to Song Shiyang?"
What is written?
A love letter?
Didn't the school just start? How did those people know he would be sitting here?
Before Xu Sui could think any more, the teacher's voice rang out again from the podium, her words clear and distinct: "Let me introduce myself. My last name is Zhao, Zhao Jianhua. I will be your homeroom teacher for the next year or even the next three years. I will also serve as the Dean of First Grade. Then, everyone, tear out a piece of paper and let's elect our class committee. There's no need to elect student committee members. Song Shiyang will be the one to take the position. Is everyone okay with this?"
After saying that, he turned his head towards Song Shiyang, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes from smiling were so thick that they could pinch a mosquito to death.
"No--" Everyone in the class also followed Zhao Jianhua's gaze. Some people didn't know Song Shiyang and probably thought it was a girl. In short, Xu Sui felt some prying eyes fell on him, but most people seemed to know him.
The atmosphere, which had been quiet and silent since Xu Sui came in, now became unusually agitated, like a drop of water falling into a frying pan, setting off a series of chain reactions. These top students, who were carefully selected from more than a dozen districts and counties in Chongqing's 82,400 square kilometers, became lively all of a sudden. Without the unfamiliarity of the first meeting and the suppression of studying for the sake of studying, they all lowered their heads and talked to each other.
"Song Shiyang? Who?" A student from a remote area asked his classmates who were from the old city.
"Don't mention it. He's the top scorer in the city this time. I'm really impressed by the school. Why did they spend so much money to recruit him?"
"Ah? Why do you say that?" The classmate listened attentively.
"It's worth it for the school, but for you and me, it means we'll never get ahead in the next three years." A classmate howled, covering his face with the hand holding the pen: "This life is unbearable. If we don't pass, none of us will be able to get first place in the exam."
This classmate sat in front of Xu Sui on the right. He was a fair-skinned, weak-looking boy, but his movements and tone were too pretentious and exaggerated, which made Xu Sui's mouth twitch.
Is it... so exaggerated?
Xu Sui tugged at Jiang Changjia's sleeve. The girl was originally talking to Jiang Song behind her, but when she realized Xu Sui was looking for her, she turned serious and looked over: "Huh? What?"
"Changjia, do you know how much money the school spent?" Xu Sui lowered his voice and glanced at Song Shiyang behind him on the left while speaking. At this moment, they had entered the self-recommendation stage. The students who wanted to be class committee members came to the stage one after another to speak and explain their competitive advantages.
It must be said that the competitive situation in Class 1 is very sluggish.
Apart from some useful positions like class monitor and league secretary, where a few people have taken up the posts, there are basically no people in other positions. It is the kind of position where you can get it as long as you say you want it.
Xu Sui heard the voice of Jiang Changjia beside him and his eyes were fixed inadvertently.
"I don't know the exact amount, but it should be tens of thousands. He's just a top scorer in the high school entrance exam. But I think Song Shiyang definitely didn't come here for money. He's not short of money..."
The sentences uttered by Jiang Changjia were broken down into words one by one and floated into Xu Sui's ears. She nodded and looked at the girl who was talking on the podium.
Very confident and beautiful.
She was running for class monitor. She first picked up a piece of chalk and wrote her name on the blackboard. It was very standard small characters, grand and beautiful.
Then he stood there and slowly talked about his advantages.
He has three years of experience as a class monitor, has won multiple awards in major competitions, served as the deputy director of the Propaganda Department of the Junior High School Student Union, and won the provincial first prize in a team competition with his classmates. He is good at painting and dancing.
"Sui Sui, are you listening?" Jiang Changjia stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Xu Sui, then followed her gaze to see Shu Siyun on the stage.
"Don't be scared by her, okay, little cutie." Jiang Changjia couldn't help laughing when he saw Xu Sui's dull eyes.
"Who among the students in the experimental class doesn't have some special skills and awards?"
These words hurt even more, and Xu Sui's eyes were dim.
Finally, the head teacher asked everyone to write down the candidate they voted for on paper.
"XXX will definitely have more votes, so I won't join in the fun. I'll choose this little classmate who has fewer votes~" Jiang Changjia took out the pen that Xu Sui had just given her from her pencil case and quickly wrote on the paper.
Xu Sui hesitated for a few seconds and then folded the paper.
"Students in the last row, please accept it." Zhao Jianhua shouted to the audience from the podium.
As soon as these words were spoken, a voice was heard from the side.
Xu Sui felt that the person behind him stood up, and with a "sizzling" sound, the chair scraped against the ground, making a harsh sound.
"Can I help you collect it?" Jiang Song asked Song Shiyang with his head down.
They were the last group. There was a white wall on their left, and it was inevitably cramped for two grown boys to squeeze in the aisle together.
"Thank you." Xu Sui heard Song Shiyang say to Jiang Song.
Then he took out a book from somewhere and put it on the table. He glanced at the question and picked up a pen to write down complicated mathematical formulas in the blank space.
"You bastard." Jiang Song looked at him and cursed.
After saying that, he collected the notes one by one.
"Let's talk more about the get out of class representatives." Zhao Jianhua dragged out a chair and sat on the podium. He picked up a pen and marked a list with dense words on it.
"Whoever has the highest score will be the class representative. Xu Suilai will be the English class representative. Jiang Song will be the math representative. And xxz will be the Chinese representative."
ah?
When Xu Sui suddenly heard his own name, he thought he had misheard.
I wonder if there is someone in the class with the same last name as her but with a similar pronunciation for the last letter.
Zhao Jianhua was still calling out names one by one.
"Wow, my deskmate, I didn't expect you to be the first in the English class. That means you are almost the first in the whole city! So amazing!" Jiang Changjia blinked his eyes and looked at Xu Sui, praising him sincerely.
Xu Sui opened his mouth to speak, but Zhao Jianhua suddenly raised his voice.
"Song Shiyang, do you think it's okay to be the biology class representative?" He looked at Song Shiyang, waiting for his answer.
"No problem, teacher." The boy answered calmly, looked up at the podium and nodded slightly before returning his gaze to the book.
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