September 8th, afternoon.
Just as Chen Bing walked lazily into the classroom, the school bell rang.
After waving to little Shang Yunmiao from afar, he returned to his seat.
Before I knew it, the leisurely weekend was over. I wouldn't say I hate school, but the thought that this kind of school life will only get heavier as I get older makes me feel down.
As the saying goes, a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. Apart from Chen Bing, who had been through it all, no one else in the class had this kind of worry.
However, this is actually not bad. The county's experimental junior high school only has a two-week break, so compared to that, Baishi No. 1 Middle School's policy of a two-day weekend is like paradise.
After calming herself down, Chen Bing took out some junior high school practice questions she had bought on Sunday from her bag. She thought that she had been so focused on doing college entrance exam questions for so long, and now that she was in junior high school, she should respect her current status and just consider it a way to consolidate her foundation.
With that in mind, Chen Bing began to immerse herself in her studies. Although doing problems was not as interesting as other things, the thrill of solving one problem after another made it less unpleasant.
This is a joy unique to top students. Ordinary underachievers naturally can't experience it, as they are mostly not studying and are just busy playing around with their own things.
It was the first evening self-study session after military training, and everyone had just returned from a happy holiday and needed to recover. Therefore, most people in the classroom were chatting, reading extracurricular books, secretly playing on their phones, drawing… doing all sorts of things but not studying. The few who were reading textbooks were just killing time, only glancing at history and Chinese at most.
Among them, Cai Kunnan next door particularly caught Chen Bing's attention. He had somehow acquired a cricket and was currently playing with it on the table.
To be honest, watching Cai Kunnan play with this thing made Chen Bing a little apprehensive. Fortunately, since Chen Bing didn't understand the fun of insects, Cai Kunnan, who was playing with it alone, quickly got bored.
He then turned around and showed off his insect to the students sitting behind him. Not satisfied with just that, he quickly switched seats with someone else and continued to introduce his "Golden Seal General" to others.
The new boy sitting next to Chen Bing was quiet and reserved, silently reading a complete collection of A-Shuai's works, neither speaking nor laughing. Chen Bing was quite satisfied with this.
But soon, another noisy person caught Chen Bing's attention. It was Ma Shaolong, who had an inexplicable desire for the position of class monitor. Chen Bing saw that he seemed unable to contain his excitement and was shaking his leg wildly in his seat as if he had ADHD.
Generally speaking, leg shaking doesn't create much noise; at most, it might bother your deskmate a bit. But Ma Shaolong is different. Today, he's wearing trousers with "heavy metal" embellishments. When he shakes his leg, the small metal decorations collide with each other, creating a sharp sound. Although the sound isn't very loud, it's quite disruptive.
Faced with such a noisy classroom, Chen Bing took a deep breath and calmed down.
I built my hut in the midst of human habitation, yet there is no noise of carriages and horses.
How can you be like this? When the heart is far away, the place naturally becomes secluded.
Okay, let's continue learning.
Focus is a skill, and Chen Bing possesses it perfectly. No matter how noisy the environment, he can remain undisturbed and fully immerse himself in what he wants to do. This is one of the reasons why people differ from one another.
Time passed slowly, and by the time Chen Bing came to her senses again, it was already the end of the first evening self-study session.
He put down his pen, rubbed his sore eyes, and looked at Ma Shaolong, who was patting his shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
Ma Shaolong's slightly chubby face broke into a smile. He pulled out a sheet of paper from a stack of papers in his hand, handed it to Chen Bing, and said, "I just went to the homeroom teacher's office to ask him about the class committee election. He said he would hold a class meeting in the next period and asked me to come over and distribute these voting papers first."
Oh? Chen Bing keenly sensed something amiss. If it were just about handing out notes, Ma Shaolong wouldn't have needed to come all the way over. He could simply count the notes and distribute them to the people in the first row. So, he must have some other motive, like campaigning for votes or something.
Sure enough, just as Chen Bing finished thinking this, Ma Shaolong immediately added, "So I hope you can support me more, brother."
After saying that, without waiting for Chen Bing's reply or not, he patted her on the shoulder, smiled amicably, and left.
Watching his departing figure, Chen Bing knew he was going to talk to someone else about it.
However, through observing Ma Shaolong, Chen Bing discovered that he didn't approach everyone. First, he silently handed out notes to the numerous girls and left, and he didn't chat with every boy either. Basically, he only spoke briefly with his roommates or those he had some connection with. And this group was very limited, no more than ten people in total.
Meanwhile, on the other side, the beautiful and capable Zhang Xinyu seemed completely unconcerned about the situation, happily chatting with people near her seat. These people, both men and women, were all captivated by Zhang Xinyu's conversation.
Look, that's the difference.
Comparing their performances during the week of military training, Zhang Xinyu, who is more mature, is clearly more likable, mainly because she is beautiful and has better grades.
Chen Bing didn't know which student Fang Anmin preferred to be class monitor. If he favored Zhang Xinyu based on grades, then Ma Shaolong would have even less of a chance.
The key point is that Zhang Xinyu was elected class monitor in her previous life, and it was also a voting system back then. Without Chen Bing's intervention, he doesn't think Ma Shaolong can change his fate in this lifetime.
A jumble of thoughts danced through his mind, scattered like the name tags handed out by Ma Shaolong throughout the classroom. As the school bell rang, Fang Anmin walked up to the podium with his glass in hand.
"I have three things to say."
As soon as he opened his mouth, the class quickly fell silent, waiting quietly for him to speak.
"The first thing is the class officer election we talked about before. After a week of getting to know each other, I think you should all be more familiar with each other. So now write down your choices for class monitor, academic representative, discipline representative, hygiene representative, and sports representative on the slips of paper that have been handed out. Write them in this format."
As Fang Anmin spoke, he personally wrote the specific format on the blackboard, and the students below quickly copied it.
"Sister Miao, who did you write down?" On the other side of the classroom, Ma Lele peeked over to look at Shang Yunmiao after writing down her ideal candidates.
Shang Yunmiao, affectionately known as Sister Miao, gracefully showed Ma Lele her ticket, which clearly listed:
Class Monitor: Zhang Xinyu
Class monitor: Wen Xin
Discipline Committee Member: Ma Lele
Health Committee Member:
Sports Committee Member: Li Lingtong
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