The first top lady

Song Yice returned to the classroom after the evening self-study get out of class. Yuan Zhiming asked him about his study.

It's only been a few days since school started, are you in such a hurry?

Maybe he wants to test his background and see if he can train a second Song Yike?

Yang Haochen, who was sitting at the front table, turned around, sat on his chair backwards, and asked Song Yice, "Having a brother who was admitted early, is it a lot of pressure?"

I guess everyone in the school knows that Song Yice from Class 3 of Grade 1 is the younger brother of Song Yike, the top student in the previous class.

Song Yi was sharpening his pencil and asked without even looking up, "Why?"

"Because if you don't do well in the exam, you will be compared with others and people will say that we are all born of the same mother, so why are you so bad?" Yang Haochen said.

"Oh." Song Yice said, "No pressure."

Because he wouldn't do badly in the exam, and he had not just one brother who was admitted to the university in advance, but three!

His family never asked him to improve his academic performance. In his eyes, studying and playing are equally important.

Yang Haochen found it hard to understand Song Yice's reaction. People in their circle of top students were all trying their best to be number one, but why did Song Yice seem so casual and didn't look like someone who could get into the top class?

Could he have gotten in through connections?

Yang Haochen changed the subject, "How about this, let's bet on who will become the class monitor?"

Song Yice raised his eyelids, looked at Yang Haochen carefully, and said, "You are not qualified."

Yang Haochen was slightly startled and asked, "How do you know?"

Song Yishen said, "Look at the face."

"Hiss..." Yang Haochen didn't believe it and retorted: "I am a staunch materialist. Do you know philosophy? Even the content of the fourth volume of the political book, I have memorized it by heart."

Song Yice raised his eyebrows and said calmly, "Then I'll show you who the squad leader is."

He took out three erasers from his pencil case and threw them up gently. The three erasers fell on the table and formed a hexagram.

Yang Haochen looked at Song Yice blankly, not understanding what he was doing in this inexplicable behavior. He just asked, "Ah? What do you think? Have you asked the committee for the results?"

How could he, a staunch materialist, see or believe Song Yice's hexagram?

"Uh..." Song Yice stared at the three erasers on the table, and his smile instantly faded.

What happened? Did I make a mistake?

The squad leader turned out to be himself!

Just at this time, the students of the committee walked to the podium, and the president Jiang Hua announced: "Dear students, the results of the third round of elections have come out. After two days and two nights of competition, among the five candidates, Yang Haochen got the help of a dean of academic affairs, Zhang Jie got the help of two teachers, Guo Yuyang got the help of a vice principal and a teaching and research group leader, Wang Jiajia got the help of a vice principal and two directors of the teaching department, and Song Yice got the help of a special teacher, three grade directors and a principal. Comparing the above results, it is obvious that Song Yice won successfully."

"Special teacher? Head of grade? Principal?" Song Yice looked surprised and stood up and said, "Hey! Did I make a mistake? I haven't looked for these people before?"

But others will come to find him!

"No need to be modest." Jiang Hua continued in line with the principle of openness and transparency: "The five members of our committee saw it with their own eyes and can testify for you. If other candidates have doubts, we can vouch for you."

Song Yice muttered in a low voice: "What a guarantee! I don't want to be the squad leader." Then he sat back with an unhappy look on his face.

"Then as a representative, I hereby announce that the future monitor of Class 3 of Grade 1 is——" Jiang Hua stretched out his hand, pointed in the direction of Song Yice, and shouted, "Song Yice!"

Yang Haochen turned around and said to Song Yice, "You really guessed it right. However, I am still a staunch materialist!"

Whether he becomes the class monitor or not is just a matter of probability, a mathematical problem.

It’s definitely not metaphysics!

Wang Jiajia was sitting in the middle of the first row. After knowing the result, there was no change in her expression.

She was convinced of Song Yice's ability, especially the math test paper for the college entrance examination. Song Yice did not finish the last question, but all the other answers were correct.

She claims to be the best in mathematics among her classmates in the city, and this was indeed the case in every exam. However, a random test yesterday taught her that there is always someone better than you.

"Wait a minute!" Song Yice raised his hand and said, "I plan to switch to a regular class in the next two days. You can choose a new monitor."

Everyone who heard this was stunned almost at the same time.

Apply to transfer from the top class to the ordinary class?

Is this something a normal person can say?

Lu Yiming sat behind Song Yice and patted Song Yice's shoulder fiercely, "Are you stupid? I am the last one in the class and I don't want to leave. How can you be worse than me?"

Song Yice said, "You guys are not fun, I'm leaving." Then he started packing his schoolbag.

Since Song Liyuan disagreed, he had no choice but to act first and report later.

Studying is boring to begin with, and if you can’t even have fun during breaks, then what’s the point of studying?

"No!" Lu Yiming went over and held down his schoolbag. "I can just play with you."

"Then I won't be the class monitor. Anyway, they are all academic masters with strong self-control. They don't need my supervision at all, and they certainly won't listen to me." Song Yice leaned back with his schoolbag in his arms, and said aggrievedly, "I don't want to be the class monitor!"

The air was extremely quiet for a moment!

With a "bang", someone's book slipped from the table to the ground, breaking the silence in the classroom.

Yang Haochen took the lead and said, "Me! Since you are our squad leader, I am definitely willing to work under you and create the glory of Class 3."

He Junpeng hesitated for a moment and said, "...Okay, fine, anyway, I am your defeated opponent, and you have the final say in the class from now on."

"Squad Leader Song, don't leave. At worst, we can study together in class and play together after class."

"That's right, let's study and play together."

"Okay!" This hit the spot exactly what Song Yice wanted. "Then I'll be the class monitor for a while. I don't have any other requirements, just that everyone should not study too hard and exercise more after class."

"it is good!"

There was thunderous applause in the classroom.

"What are they doing?" Class teacher Xia Xiaoguang heard the noise in his class from the office next door.

Isn't it usually very quiet? Suddenly it was so lively that he couldn't help but wonder if something big had happened.

Jiang Hua said: "Teacher Xia, we are selecting a class monitor."

"Oh? Has the candidate been selected? Which student is it?" Xia Xiaoguang is a young male teacher, but he has a strong teaching ability. He has won first prizes many times in teaching competitions. The classes he led have produced several city champions. He gets along well with students and is a teacher who is being trained as a priority by Linhang No. 7 Middle School.

Jiang Hua said excitedly: "It's Song Yice."

How could Xia Xiaoguang not know Song Yice's background? He turned to look at Song Yice and said with a smile, "Then Yice, you are the monitor of our class."

He didn't expect that after he gave the power to elect class monitors to students, they would come up with a process ranging from college entrance examination mathematics to taekwondo to help from big guys, covering many aspects of literature, martial arts, and personal connections.

They are indeed students with high IQ!