The head teacher's voice came to an abrupt end, his eyes fixed on the page, a little shocked and a little bit unbelievable.
The students in the class were all waiting for the head teacher to speak, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement. The students raised their heads impatiently, wanting to urge the head teacher to speak faster, but when they saw the number of votes and rankings on the page, they were stunned.
Grade 5, Class G, 680 votes, ranking: first
Below him, the second place Fei Yuhan received 1,720 votes. Jian Sheng overtook him with 1,040 votes less than his opponent and remained in first place.
In an instant, the whole classroom became quiet.
Question marks slowly appeared over everyone's heads at almost the same time. Everyone looked at each other in disbelief.
"Am I dazzled?"
"Brother Han is coming down?"
"Who's number one? Which god-like person surpassed Brother Han?"
Everyone looked at each other in disbelief. Even the head teacher rubbed his eyes, clearly skeptical of the number of votes. He even refreshed the page in an attempt to find some issues.
Jian Sheng himself was stunned.
Su Liang said from the side: "What's going on, A Sheng, is that you?"
"I think so..."
Next to the vote ranking will be credits and student ID numbers. Even if other things change, the student ID number will not change.
Jian Luo, who was standing next to him, lowered his head and looked at his Moments. He then realized that after just half an hour of not checking, his Moments had already undergone a drastic change. There were a lot of comments below:
[Set a small goal first]: How many dishes can I order?
[Did you attend class today? ]: The dish you cooked for me last time was delicious.
[Long Xin Fei Yang]: Just send the link next time, no need for a lottery.
[I am very fierce]: Stinky tofu, stinky tofu, make a wish with stinky tofu.
Jian Luo really didn't need any notes to guess who these four people were just by their tone. Of course, there were other people leaving comments besides them.
[My last name is Jin, not Jinlong]: Come on Luoluo, we all voted.
[Programmers are so tired]: I’ve voted. Do you want me to write a program for you to automatically cast a few more votes?
Everyone's lively comments made the comment section look really lively at first glance, and Jian Luo was amused by it.
The head teacher on the stage above coughed lightly and said, "Jian Sheng."
Jian Sheng stood up quickly and said, "Here I am."
"With your number of votes..." The head teacher pushed his glasses up in embarrassment. "Maybe there's a problem with the system. Don't take it to heart."
Jian Sheng was very excited for a moment, but he was not disappointed by what the head teacher said. Instead, he nodded sensibly and said, "I understand, teacher."
Jian Luo, who was standing next to him, raised his head and had to interrupt: "Teacher, the number of votes should be fine. I just helped my brother to get some votes."
…
As soon as the words were spoken, the room fell silent.
In an instant, everyone's eyes fell on Jian Luo. Some were curious, some were skeptical, and most were incredulous. Even the head teacher himself thought Jian Luo was joking: "Mr. Jian, perhaps your actions did have an effect, but you can't achieve this by just soliciting a few votes."
Jian Luo certainly didn't force it. He just smiled and said, "Perhaps you can check whether there is any fraudulent ticket. Can't you check the details in the background?"
Of course, he wasn't the only one who thought so, other people also thought so.
Gradually, some people noticed the changes in the rankings, and Xiu'er also began to speak:
"Human?"
"Are you using a ticket swiping machine?"
"Are humans so blatant?"
"The vote count was so low, and he suppressed the one with a higher vote count. But that was Fei Yuhan, and he was actually suppressed?"
"The Lifetime Series."
Many people began to feel dissatisfied. If the student was truly talented, it would be fine. But it was an unknown student who won first place. Who would believe it if this matter were spread? Who would be convinced?
The classification of the Dark Star people is very strict.
Just like a herd of animals will become chaotic without a leader, people will be divided into different levels based on their strength. It’s the same.
The children born from these prestigious families, such as the great nobles, aristocrats, dukes, and marquises, are the most outstanding and the most powerful. From ancient times to the present, the descendants of the great nobles have been in the class of Dark Star leaders, and the Dark Star people generally recognize the hierarchy.
Therefore, when someone challenges the class, they are undoubtedly breaking the inherent rules and challenging the bottom line.
"bite."
The head teacher's information terminal rang.
He raised his hand to stop the discussion below and coughed lightly: "Wait a moment, the teacher will answer a call."
As soon as the call was connected, the school director's questioning voice came from the other end: "Xiao Li, what's going on with your student? Is he doing something behind the scenes? Why is he so powerful? Anyone with a discerning eye can tell there's something wrong, right?"
The class teacher only questioned him internally, but he was very protective of his son externally. He said righteously, "Director, you misunderstood. I know Jian Sheng's character. He wouldn't be able to do anything like vote-rigging, and he wouldn't dare do it. If he truly behaved inappropriately, I would be the first to deal with him. But I just checked with the child's family, and it was just normal vote-rigging. The family has also requested a backend data review."
The director's eyes widened, as if he had just heard a ridiculous joke. "Is this something we need to investigate? What kind of account could have such high authority? Do you think the nobles are just stones on the side of the road, easy to pick up and catch? And they'll all come to vote for you?"
The head teacher was also a little nervous, but he still said, "Let's check it out. We accept the investigation. If there are any problems, we can actively deal with them. Otherwise, wouldn't it be like there is no evidence and we are just being forced to do something?"
“…”
I have to say, what he said does make some sense.
The school director thought about it and finally gave in: "Okay, that's what you said."
The communication was disconnected.
The head teacher sighed for a full ten seconds after the call was hung up. After returning to the classroom, all the children in the class looked up at him. He felt very complicated. Their Class G had been suppressed for many years and was always said to be a bad class. However, the head teacher himself was also holding his breath. This time, their class monitor took the top spot. It must be said that he was still very happy.
If...it really wasn't a vote-rigging scam.
Jian Luo was calm and composed. He was in a good mood to say to Jian Sheng, "Have you decided what to sell at the flea market?"
Jian Sheng was confused: "Not yet."
"Make some handicrafts yourself." Jian Luo supported his chin with one hand: "Use your brain and see what the children in your school usually lack. I don't see a single toy in your classroom. Don't you usually play with it?"
Jian Sheng shook his head: "What toy?"
“…”
Is the childhood of the Dark Star people so miserable?
Jian Luo was daydreaming when she had nothing to do. She also thought about the dragon cub in her belly and how to raise it after it was born. As the hope of the world, they would definitely not lack people to accompany them, and she would not need to worry about them when the time came.
But these kids are so young, and as their father, they have to be told to study every day for their preschool education. Then when I am born, won’t I be able to read at the age of three and ride a horse to fight at the age of five?
Jian Luo sighed and touched his belly: "Oh, it's not easy to be a hope..."
If he really wanted to, he actually didn't care about being a noble. He was just a child, and all that mattered was being happy. There wasn't a throne waiting for him to inherit in his family.
etc.
It seems that there really is.
…
sweat.
Jian Luo was thinking about all sorts of things, and the head teacher at the podium in front of him had received several calls. Finally, the call informing him of the results came.
The head teacher wiped the sweat from his head unconsciously: "Dean?"
The director on the other end of the phone said in a heavy tone, "Who's the background of that kid in your class?"
The head teacher was stunned. "He's just an ordinary human child. Didn't you personally approve his transfer to the school?"
And he was very dissatisfied.
This time, the director wiped the sweat from his forehead. He looked at the real-name information in the background weight calculation record, which showed that at least four SSR accounts had voted, and there were no less than 60 S-level noble accounts supporting the ranking. What kind of treatment was this?
There are only a few SSR account holders, let alone those who have collected all four. What’s even more frightening is that these data are real!
The head teacher hesitated and asked, "Did he swipe the ticket?"
The school director felt his legs shaking. He tried to keep his voice steady: "No, it's true."
"Really..." The head teacher was filled with ecstasy. "You mean to say that our Ah Sheng really got first place? Did our class have a first place winner this time?"
The director sighed, not wanting to reveal too much, and only said meaningfully, "This child has a bright future..."
The head teacher didn't understand the meaning of this and just said, "Yes, I will train him well. Thank you for clearing the child's name!"
“…”
The communication was disconnected.
The homeroom teacher, upon hearing the news, couldn't wait to announce it to the class: "The results of the investigation are out, and Ah Sheng's vote is real."
The class was silent.
Just when the head teacher was feeling a little nervous and hesitant, worried that some children would not be able to accept the news, after a while, someone in the classroom started cheering.
Some children took the lead in applauding. It was a cheer without any prejudice, and the lively atmosphere spread throughout the classroom.
Jian Sheng himself widened his eyes in disbelief.
Jian Luo beside him smiled and patted his shoulder: "Brother didn't lie to you."
The homeroom teacher also expressed deep emotion on the stage: "Hard work doesn't always go in vain. Don't give up and learn from Asheng."
"Bang!"
The classroom door was opened.
The joy in the room was interrupted. A boy in a dark blue uniform stood at the door. He half-leaned against the door, his figure tall and noble, his brows tinged with hostility. The boy's eyes swept over the crowd, raised an eyebrow, and said arrogantly, "Which one is Jian Sheng?"
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