The first top lady

After several rounds of competition, a female student who was in charge of the process held up the list and shouted, "Song Yice, Song Yice?"

She looked around. Because school had just started, she was not familiar with Song Yice.

"Here." Song Yice was called out for no reason, raised his hand and asked, "What's the matter?"

The female classmate said expressionlessly: "It's your turn."

Song Yishen said, "Why should I participate? I'm not running for class monitor."

"No! You've already signed up, there's no rule for quitting midway." The female student said firmly, "Besides, if you don't play, the remaining student will have no opponent."

It turns out that the number of people who registered was an odd number if Song Yice was not counted.

Song Yice was about to respond, "Why not just let him advance directly to the next round?", but before he could finish his words, he was forcibly dragged onto the stage by Lu Yiming.

"Go ahead, brother. I support you! Crush them!"

Song Yice turned his head and saw a red chest protector flying towards him. He quickly raised his hand to catch it and saw that the male classmate who was fighting with him had already put on the protective gear and was walking towards him with his wrist flexed.

"Blue team He Junpeng, Red team Song Yice, you can start when you are ready."

"If you want to put it on, do it quickly and don't waste everyone's time!" He Junpeng said while moving his neck, obviously not very friendly to Song Yice.

Song Yice saw that he was strong and would feel comfortable in a fight. He curled his lips in disdain, threw his chest protector off the stage, and hooked his arm at He Junpeng, saying, "Just go for it."

Restrained by the protective gear, he would be unable to move freely.

He Junpeng arrogantly taunted, "I'm a black belt in Taekwondo, are you sure you want to get beaten?"

"Black belt?" Song Yice sneered and asked, "Is it very impressive?"

"You..." He Junpeng felt insulted and immediately launched an attack.

Lu Yiming held his breath for a moment. Seeing He Junpeng's fierce attacking momentum, he seemed to be planning to use all his strength.

"It's over, it's over. I hope I'm not hurt?" He said to himself nervously, not daring to look but wanting to.

The expected scene did not appear.

Song Yice dodged to the right, followed by a left hook and a right hook, and then a right hook and a right whip kick. The whole set of moves was smooth and fluid, catching his opponent off guard.

When He Junpeng reacted, he found himself lying on the ground. "I actually lost?" He was not convinced and pounded the ground with his fists.

"Brother Black Belt," Song Yisai squatted over, "You can't be the squad leader anymore!"

It really pokes people's lungs!

"Song Yice! Just wait!" He Junpeng got up and was about to find Song Yice to vent his anger.

only……

Before he could sit up, Song Yice grabbed his throat with one hand and pushed him back to the ground.

Song Yice smiled and said, "No need to wait, I'm right here."

"Ah...%$..." He Junpeng wanted to continue scolding Song Yice, but he felt difficulty breathing and stars in his eyes.

"Yo Yo, are you okay?" Song Yice hurriedly released the hand that was pinching He Junpeng's neck, and immediately regained his composure, saying calmly: "It doesn't matter if you are in trouble, I can save you."

After he finished speaking, a silver needle inexplicably appeared in his hand.

He Junpeng stared at the needle tip that was glowing with cold light, his eyes widened instantly, and he trembled and said, "You, are you hitting someone, or saving someone?"

"How can you save people if you don't beat them?"

Song Yice's hand holding the silver needle suddenly lowered, and He Junpeng, who had been holding his head up, was so scared that he quickly lay down.

However, Song Yice had no intention of really stabbing him, he was just trying to scare him. The silver needle was still two centimeters away from He Junpeng's face.

"You win!" He Junpeng couldn't do anything to Song Yice, so he could only admit defeat, "I won't fight you anymore."

"Tsk! Boring." Song Yice bent his fingers, and the silver needle between his index finger and middle finger disappeared.

He Junpeng blinked hard with an incredible expression. He just watched the silver needle disappear in front of his eyes.

"I announce that there are five students who have successfully advanced to the third round of class monitor election. They are Yang Haochen, Zhang Jie, Guo Yuyang, Wang Jiajia, and Song Yice." The female student who has been in charge of hosting and announcing the results is Wang Jiajia.

"What's the third round?"

"Yeah, what is Subject 3? Tell me about it by the way."

"That's it."

Many students below followed suit and made a fuss.

Wang Jiajia's expression was still cold. "The topic of the third round of competition is called "Big Boss Helps You", which means convincing school leaders to help you. This round is about comparing everyone's connections. If you have a wide network of contacts, you can better serve your classmates. So, whoever finds the most leaders will be the monitor of Class 3."

"Oh my god!" Lu Yiming couldn't help but complain, "You haven't even entered society yet, and you're already trying to build connections?"

"Boring!" Song Yice had no interest in the position of squad leader. He turned Lu Yiming's folding fan with two broken ribs in his hand. "I thought there would be something new?"

As expected, this group of academic elites is too boring, and he must convince Song Liyuan to transfer him to a regular class.