Don't think of rebirth.

Gu Qinghuan was caught off guard by Chen Zelin's thanks.

Although she had heard thank you many times, the thanks from her teacher still made her a little nervous.

She quickly waved her hands and said, "It's too much of an exaggeration to say it's hard work. I'm the class monitor after all, and this is what I should do."

Chen Zelin shook his head: "Everything you have done has long exceeded the scope of the duties of a squad leader."

Compared with other teachers, Chen Zelin may not have as much experience as a class teacher.

However, he had been an English teacher in other classes, so he had naturally seen what other class monitors looked like.

It is not easy to be a class monitor in high school. The students' physical age is between minors and adults, and they psychologically desire to be treated as adults. In fact, most students are confined to the ivory tower of campus and have many immature aspects.

If the impact from all parties is not handled properly at this stage, it may be a devastating blow to the students.

Chen Zelin had to admit that he was not an excellent class teacher. At best, he was an excellent English teacher. Just focusing on improving students' grades took up most of his time and energy.

However, Gu Qinghuan is just a student. How much has she given for her classmates in Class 3 in these three years?

Even if she thinks it's nothing, Chen Zelin, as the class teacher and the person who should bear this responsibility, cannot ignore her efforts.

Chen Zelin's tone was sincere: "In the past three years, you have helped the students solve so many problems. I'm sure everyone has thanked you."

"But, as the homeroom teacher, I can't be less grateful. At least let me say thank you?"

The second half of the sentence sounded like a joke, but when Gu Qinghuan saw Chen Zelin's expression, she knew he was serious.

She thought about it and didn't refuse anymore. Instead, she said seriously: "I like Class 3, so I'm happy to be able to help everyone."

"Teacher, you don't have to feel like you haven't done enough. You'll always gain more experience! Besides, you've been a big help! For example, if it weren't for you, we wouldn't have been able to handle the dispute with Class 12!"

Thinking of what happened back then, Chen Zelin couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Okay, the main reason I came to you today is for this matter. Don't tell anyone. I don't want to be ridiculed." Chen Zelin waved his hand.

Chen Zelin didn't think it was shameful for a teacher to thank students. It was just that the bad guys in Class 3 were very active in eating melons, and Chen Zelin just didn't want to be that melon.

Gu Qinghuan readily agreed and turned to leave the office.

When Gu Qinghuan returned to the classroom, Bao Qingsong immediately asked, "Class monitor, what did you talk about with the teacher?"

Gu Qinghuan looked surprised: "We're just talking about college entrance exam applications!"

Bao Qingsong was very surprised: "I thought the teacher would talk about something else. After all, the expression on his face when he looked for you was different from that of other students."

How perceptive, Gu Qinghuan thought to himself, but his expression remained unremarkable: "What's the difference?"

"Does he look more serious?" Bao Qingsong scratched his cheek. "Maybe I'm overthinking it? Maybe it's just because you're so reliable, the squad leader feels there's no need to talk to you, or doesn't know how to talk to you?"

"Actually, they just asked me about my ideal university and major, and then helped me look up the admission scores in previous years and reminded me to maintain a good attitude," said Gu Qinghuan.

After that, she asked again: "What do you think the teacher will talk about?"

When this was mentioned, Bao Qingsong immediately became excited: "I thought he wanted to ask you for advice!"

Shen Jianwei and Yao Shali looked over immediately, with an expression that said, "Tell me about it."

Although Bao Qingsong didn't notice their expressions, he continued to talk.

"I think that you, squad leader, are unprecedented and unparalleled in the history of Mingde. You have saved us a lot of trouble in the past few years!" Bao Qingsong said.

"When we graduate and start teaching the next class, I'm sure you'll miss us a lot. So, while you're still here, I'd like to ask you for advice on how to manage the class!"

Yao Shali couldn't help but complain, "You just want to hear the teacher say to the next class, 'You are the worst class I've ever taught,' right?"

"Not only that, he also hopes that the teacher will say that we are the best class he has ever taught." Shen Jianwei continued Yao Shali's words.

Bao Qingsong shook his head and said, "We are the best class ever! When we have a class reunion, our class will definitely be full of talented people!"

"Our class is already a gathering of elites, there's no need to wait until later." Gu Qinghuan said seriously.

Bao Qingsong fell into deep thought: "What you said makes sense."

The topic went so far away that Gu Qinghuan didn't continue the conversation and returned to his seat.

Because she had a conversation, she didn't go to the office to take a nap at noon, so she planned to lie on the table for a while.

Speaking of the Student Union office, since she would be graduating soon and there was no one qualified to take over her position, the water bar had stopped restocking and was waiting for the stock to be used up.

However, this does not mean that the office will be permanently closed. On the contrary, at the suggestion of President He Xuerong, the Student Union will permanently retain the position of "Student Union President's Secretary."

This position is not affected by the student union's recruitment schedule and can be filled at any time through self-recommendation or recommendation by internal members.

Although the benchmark for this position is Gu Qinghuan, everyone knows that it is quite difficult to find another "Gu Qinghuan", so the requirements will be lowered according to the actual situation.

Until the new secretary arrives, that office will be converted into the student union's pantry, where members can rest at any time.

Gu Qinghuan liked this decision very much. She didn't want her existence to be the so-called only one.

During her three years at Mingde, she has indeed changed many things. It is no exaggeration to say that she has contributed to Mingde's current good school spirit.

Because of this, she hopes that there will be the next, or even more, "Gu Qinghuan" appearing.

From this perspective, Gu Qinghuan was quite looking forward to the class reunion that Bao Qingsong had just mentioned.

When she returns to her alma mater and looks at the student union roster, she wonders how many names will be listed after her as the first secretary to the student union president.

Of course, that's all in the future, and it's not time to consider it now.

Gu Qinghuan stretched and slumped down on the desk: [System, give me twenty minutes to recover. I need a good night's sleep.]

System: [Received. Host, have a good rest. I will monitor you closely. If anyone tries to wake you up, I will immediately terminate the return to the source.]

With the new permissions, the system can now be used very flexibly with the back-to-source function.

Gu Qinghuan closed her eyes with satisfaction. The only task left was Ming Xiaolan's.