This humble Taoist priest wants to take the college entrance exam.

Chapter 92: Is the class monitor going to resign?
When talking about youth, learning and sports are always indispensable.

Whether they are good at studying or good at sports, boys and girls will inevitably be viewed through a lens of admiration by their peers.

Of course, the prerequisite is that you have to be good-looking.

Many students in the class watched the badminton match during PE class just now, and what surprised everyone the most was Lin Mengqiu's badminton skills.

There are plenty of girls who excel academically, but girls who are good at sports are relatively rare.

It's unbelievable that our class monitor, who is so academically gifted, is also so outstanding in sports.

Many girls in the class had sparkling eyes when they looked at Lin Mengqiu... What a twist of fate! Why isn't the class monitor a boy? He's so cool and handsome! The class monitor, who is good at studying, good at sports, and aloof, is really awesome!

Perhaps it was the sight of Lin Mengqiu's pretty face glistening with sweat after exercising that added a touch of sunshine to her usually aloof demeanor, as Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan, who sat at the table in front of her, even dared to strike up a conversation with her.

"Squad leader, you play badminton really well!"

"……Thanks."

"Has the class monitor ever practiced badminton?"

"Yes, I've practiced before."

"Wow, that's amazing! You play so professionally!"

"so so."

Lin Mengqiu was really bad at chatting. Faced with Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan's enthusiasm, she was a little flustered. She wanted to respond properly, but what came out of her mouth were always things that interrupted the conversation.

Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan didn't mind at all. Such a cool and indifferent reply is exactly the kind of person the class monitor is in everyone's mind!

As Lin Mengqiu expected, her words made it difficult for others to continue the conversation. Zheng Yining and Xie Mengxuan turned away after exchanging a few words with her, and the two chatted and laughed about other topics on their own.

Lin Mengqiu inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, no longer needing to think about how to reply, which allowed her shoulders to relax quietly.

She's not actually socially anxious, nor is she afraid of interacting with people, but she's afraid of this kind of communication that's obviously proactive and well-intentioned. It makes her feel inexplicably burdened and pressured. If she's too cold, she's afraid of disappointing the other person; if she's too enthusiastic, she's such a bad talker.

It's best if nobody pays any attention to her like this...

But when I encounter genuine care from others, I feel happy... It's a very contradictory feeling.

She actually knew that everyone said she was aloof in private. Over time, even she herself began to think that this was who she was, or rather, that this was the kind of person she should be, and that this was the way she should live.

Of course, there are exceptions among classmates, like Chen Shi'an.

Strangely enough, Lin Mengqiu felt no pressure when she was with him. Even though he would communicate with the same goodwill, and even though she would still reply rather stiffly, she wasn't worried at all that he would distance himself. After all, the shameless Taoist seemed to forget about it as soon as he turned his back, and the next time he would talk to her the same way he always had...

This relaxed and comfortable atmosphere made Lin Mengqiu feel like she could be herself when she talked to him.

They just shaved my head without any mercy!!

Thinking about this, Lin Mengqiu was shocked. It was clear that Chen Shi'an really couldn't play ball, but his athletic talent was terrifyingly high. All fancy skills were just a matter of one shot in front of him.

If she had lost to Wen Zhixia, Lin Mengqiu felt she would have been incredibly depressed. On the contrary, the humiliation of having her head shaved by Chen Shi'an didn't make her, with her strong competitive spirit, feel any distress at all...

Lin Mengqiu turned her head and looked around. The chair next to her was empty. She looked up and saw through the classroom window that Chen Shi'an was chatting with several boys from the class on the balcony.

I don't know what they talked about. She just watched for a while and then looked away.

……

"Master Dao, I heard you just played badminton with the class monitor and Wen Zhixia?"

"You know Wen Zhixia too?"

"Of course! We used to be in the same class. Dao Ye, you're really ruthless! I heard you shaved two people's heads?! Dao Ye, you really have the heart to do that!"

"...It would have been the same if you had come instead."

"That's definitely different. Even if I can win, I'll pretend I lost!"

"What I mean is, if you guys were to fight me, I'd shave your heads too."

"grass!"

……

Unfortunately, since PE class wasn't the last class, it wasn't quite as enjoyable.

However, after Monday's PE class, the last period is a self-study period, so it's barely acceptable.

When the preparatory bell rang, the boys on the balcony scattered in all directions, and Chen Shi'an also went into the classroom and returned to his seat.

He turned to look at Lin Mengqiu.

The girl seemed to be in a good mood. Her rosy face, which had been flushed from exercise, had returned to its fair and delicate color. She slowly tightened the bottle cap, put down her water cup, and bent down to throw the two wads of sweat-soaked tissues on the table into the trash bag hanging on the wall next to her desk.

Long, slender fingers lightly traced the stack of books on the table, pausing on one particular book. One hand held down the book above, while the other pulled it out.

Turning to a certain page, she took a pen from the pen holder, opened the cap, and the nib hovered above the paper, but hesitated to make any further move.

Lin Mengqiu finally couldn't hold back any longer and turned to look at Chen Shi'an.

"Why are you looking at me?"

"Squad leader, you have bits of tissue paper on your face."

As Chen Shi'an replied, he reached out and tapped the corresponding spot on his face.

Lin Mengqiu: "..."

The girl reached out and touched her face, and sure enough, near her temple, she felt a small piece of tissue paper, about the size of a mung bean.

No words were spoken.

Her fair and delicate face seemed to blush slightly again. She pinched the tiny tissue scrap into a small sesame seed-like shape with her thumb and forefinger. Even though it was such a small piece of trash, she didn't litter it. Instead, she put it into the trash bag next to her.

"Class monitor, did you get your racket from Uncle Lin's office?"

Chen Shi'an had already spotted the black badminton racket bag hanging next to the table.

"Ah."

"Aren't you going to take it back?"

"mine."

"Let's play together again next time in PE class. I don't know how to play yet, so I'll learn from you."

"…Are you provoking me?"

No, I'm serious.

Lin Mengqiu rolled her eyes at him and said, "Saying you want to learn how to play ball from the person whose head you shaved is just provocation! You're not allowed to spike the ball next time!"
What is the purpose of a class meeting?

"Studying on your own."

"Isn't it marked as a class meeting?"

"If there's a meeting, we go to a meeting; if there's no meeting, we study on our own."

"Oh."

"..."

I'm in a good mood today, so I won't deduct points from your score.

The last period every Monday afternoon is the usual class meeting, the same for all classes; in fact, it's mostly a self-study period. Back in the first year of high school, teachers would have the leisure to organize some small class activities during class meetings, but since the subject division, especially now that we're in the second year, such small activities are definitely out of the question.

Shortly after the bell rang, Teacher Liang entered the classroom.

Although Lao Liang secretly wanted to turn the class meeting into a Chinese language class, he was still relatively restrained, only secretly assigning some Chinese language homework or 'suddenly remembering' a certain question and then 'temporarily' explaining it.

However, he was quite well-behaved today and actually held a class meeting.

Since it's the new semester, let me first ramble on about the importance of starting the second year of high school and talk about what's been going on since the start of the semester.

These are all trivial matters. Most of the students in the class are studying on their own, treating it like background music. Lao Liang talks his stuff, and everyone studies their own.

The only thing you need to pay attention to is the class fee for the new semester.

It's not much, fifty yuan per person, mainly used to purchase new hygiene tools, print some materials compiled by the teachers themselves, and class stationery. As for what teaching materials to buy, those are extra expenses, on a 'voluntary basis'.

"...In addition, if anyone feels that there is a need to adjust the list of class officers, please feel free to bring it up. Whether it is someone who is in office and wants to resign, or someone who wants to volunteer and get some experience, please feel free to say so."

Finally, they got to a topic that everyone was interested in, and the students all stopped writing and started whispering among themselves.

The positions of class officers are filled by a fixed number of people, and in the current stable job system, the main thing is who doesn't want to do it, rather than who wants to do it.

Although there is a fair chance to compete, the other person has already secured their position, and they are all classmates, so it's definitely not appropriate for me to lower myself to ask for their place.

In fact, being a class officer in high school is mostly for the novelty; few people actually do any real work. Some get tired of the job or find it too tiring, so taking advantage of this opportunity, several class officers have considered stepping down and making way for others.

But at this moment, we looked at each other, and neither of us dared to stand up first.

As Mr. Liang's mouthpiece and the class's top scorer in Chinese, Zhong Ying felt it was her duty to do one last thing for Mr. Liang.

Since no one's going to take the lead... then I'll do it!
Suddenly, a girl wearing glasses stood up in the middle of the second group.

It immediately attracted the attention of the entire class.

"Teacher Liang, I want to resign as the class representative for Chinese."

Zhong Ying spoke loudly, with a resolute and heroic air.

The smiling teacher Liang on the podium suddenly felt dizzy.

He never imagined that Zhong Ying, who had always been dedicated to her role as the class representative for Chinese, would be the first to stand up and resign.

no,

I'm your Chinese teacher! Even if you want to resign, can't we wait a bit before you get back to work? Give your teacher some face!
Teacher Liang's eyes twitched, but she still managed to maintain a calm demeanor and smiled gently, "Zhong Ying has always done a good job as the class representative for Chinese, and the teacher is very satisfied. Can you tell the teacher why you resigned?"

"Well... I'm under a lot of academic pressure right now, so I want to focus more on my studies."

"Okay, the teacher respects your wishes."

Teacher Liang nodded, picked up the chalk, and wrote the vacant position of Chinese class representative on the blackboard.

After Zhong Ying started, other class officers stood up one after another and offered to resign.

This includes positions like physics class representative, chemistry class representative, and biology class representative, which involve real work, as well as positions like entertainment committee member, life committee member, publicity committee member, and psychology committee member, which seem prestigious but are purely for show.

Teacher Liang is exasperated. The first class meeting of last semester was for class officer elections, and only one semester later, this class meeting has turned into a wave of resignations among the class officers?!

To his utter surprise, even Lin Mengqiu stood up.

Mengqiu! What are you doing?!
I personally appointed you as class monitor! If you resign, this class will be in chaos!

Not only was Teacher Liang dumbfounded, but all the students in the class, including Chen Shi'an, who sat next to her, looked at the girl who stood up with some surprise.

Other class officers can simply resign, as there's always someone to fill their place. But the value of being a class monitor is something that not everyone can accept!

Unlike the whispers that surrounded other class leaders when they stood up, the whole class fell silent when Lin Mengqiu stood up.

Lin Mengqiu ignored the stares around her and said with a cool expression:

"Teacher Liang, I want to resign as class monitor. Please let Qiu Yufu take over the position."

"..."

As soon as the girl finished speaking, a huge uproar broke out in the class, with whispers of discussion filling the air.

Teacher Liang on the podium was also stunned. Before he could ask the reason as usual, Qiu Yufu, who was sitting in the first group, also stood up.

No! Yu Fu! What are you up to now?! Are you quitting your job too?!
"Teacher Liang! I... I'm not fit to be class monitor! I suggest that Mengqiu take over as class monitor!"

"..."

Thankfully, it wasn't a resignation.

Teacher Liang breathed a sigh of relief.

After Qiu Yufu took the initiative to express her hope that Lin Mengqiu would continue to be the class monitor, the other classmates also voiced their support.

"I support the squad leader to continue as squad leader!"

"Yes, we support Lin Mengqiu as class monitor!"

"I'd be the first to object to a change of squad leader!"

The meaning of everyone's words was very clear. Although Lin Mengqiu, the class monitor, did not do much class management, she was like the spirit of Class 5. Whether it was her grades or her authority, who in the class could be more suitable to be the class monitor than her?
Qiu Yufu knows this best. Don't be fooled by the fact that she is only the vice class monitor now. If she were to become the class monitor, she would have less say than she does now. The reason why everyone is willing to listen to her management is all because Lin Mengqiu is backing her up.

Minor matters are managed by Yu Fu, major matters by Meng Qiu; this has become the default way of operating the class in Class 5.

Take the incident of pouring instant noodles into the trash can the other day, for example. Qiu Yufu estimated that even though she had repeatedly warned people, some people still did it anyway. But Lin Mengqiu only wrote a warning on the notice board, and no one dared to pour soup or water into the trash can again.

It was rare for the students in the class to have such a unified opinion, so Teacher Liang had a good idea of ​​what was going on.

He calmed down and softly asked first:
"Mengqiu, could you tell the teacher why you resigned?"

"I think Qiu Yufu is more suitable than me."

"I...I can't do it! I can't be the class monitor!"

"Well, your classmates all want you to continue as class monitor, including the teacher. I suggest you reconsider, Mengqiu."

As the girl stood there lost in thought, Chen Shi'an's voice came to her ear:

"Class monitor, what should I call you if you're no longer the class monitor?"

"..."

Lin Mengqiu looked down at him.

Chen Shi'an was smiling and looking up at her.

Unlike the others, he didn't try to persuade her to continue as class monitor. Instead, he respected her wishes. It seemed that what he cared about wasn't who was the class monitor, but rather how he should address her after she stopped being the class monitor.

"Then I'll call you Mengqiu from now on?"

"........."

When his name was called out, Lin Mengqiu felt a strange tingling sensation spread from her ears to her limbs, making her cheeks burn.

The girl didn't say a word, pulled out a chair, and sat back down.

“Mengqiu, you…”

"Call him the class monitor."

(End of this chapter)