Waste is just the threshold to my meeting.

Chapter 28 Class Officer Election

"You can complain in real life, but who wouldn't want to date a tarot reader?"

Zhang Jiahao, who uttered those words, was killed by Hua Gua and Chen Jiaxin's glares and fled.

When they arrived at the classroom, Fu Chen had already thoughtfully brought a raffle box from his office.

Of course, he didn't erase the blackboard.

Wang Aiguo told him to wipe it?

What kind of logic is this?

He was sitting in front of his seat, lying down with his eyes closed, resting.

Of course, to others, this might look like he's sleeping.

But he really was meditating.

It doesn't mean that he can't cultivate if he seals away his martial arts strength.

He can still absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to nourish his body, and he can still cultivate martial arts to increase his strength.

Unfortunately, efficiency will be reduced, since he is now just an ordinary person.

An ordinary person with absolutely no spiritual power.

When everyone got to the classroom, the first person they bragged about was Fu Chen.

The news about Splatoon has already spread among my classmates.

But Fu Chen ignored them and pondered as he meditated and cultivated.

My current goal is to become a class leader.

What kind of job is better?

To be honest, Fu Chen is not a very responsible person, because he believes that some responsibilities do not need to fall on his own shoulders.

But if a responsibility truly falls on him, then he will take it on.

Since the election of class officers is also a voting system, I might as well leave it to fate and see if I will be elected.

Let the students choose.

Yao Zhi'ai, who had returned to her seat, also heard about Fu Chen's situation.

"You weren't hit?"

Seeing that there was no slap mark on his face, Yao Zhiai curiously lifted up Fu Chen's clothes and pants.

"Why are you just like my mom?"

Remembering how his parents had groped him at the police station when they were worried about him, Fu Chen quickly stopped them, saying something disgusted. Of course, he was more afraid than anything else.

Who isn't afraid of someone who could turn out to be a yandere at any moment?

"Do you usually play mahjong? Why do you like calling me 'Mom' so much?" Yao Zhi'ai rolled her eyes.

"Then why weren't you punished?"

"Why not?" Yao Zhiai asked with a gloomy face, lifting the edge of her shorts.

There was a large patch of bruising on it.

Fu Chen rubbed the area; it was quite large, indicating he'd been kicked. He quickly released his grip, pondering, "Something's not right. Why didn't Wang Aiguo punish you before, but now he's hitting you so hard?"

He noticed this because on the first day of reporting, Fu Chen and Yao Zhi'ai broke the rules in Wang Aiguo's class, but they were not punished.

It's obvious that Wang Aiguo was attracted by Yao Zhi'ai's family background.

Yao Zhi'ai couldn't understand it either.

"That damn old bastard, he hit me the hardest!"

Being a young girl, she was understandably a little worried looking at the bruise on her thigh: "Won't it leave a scar?"

"It's okay if there's a scar. We can just add a few more tattoos to cover it up. Look, there's still plenty of room in these areas, so we can fill in several more designs."

Fu Chen comforted Yao Zhi'ai in a lighthearted tone, as if the severe pain had nothing to do with him.

Indeed, it really has nothing to do with him.

However, after hearing these words, Yao Zhiai's complexion did improve a lot, and she was no longer emo.

"But it still hurts..."

"Then don't feel pain," Fu Chen said earnestly, firmly, and sincerely.

Yup!

If it hurts, then don't feel the pain.

What a philosophical statement about life.

Yao Zhi'ai, who wanted to say something more, noticed that Fu Chen had already left her seat.

"What's wrong, Chen Jiaxin? Are you feeling emo too? Did Wang Aiguo punish you severely?"

Fu Chen noticed Chen Jiaxin, who was quietly dropping small pearls in the sixth group, and the crystal ball ornament on her head seemed to have become much dimmer.

Chen Jiaxin shook her head in frustration, pointing at Hua Gua, who was leisurely strolling down the corridor, muttering to himself as he told fortunes with copper coins: "He said my tarot readings are inaccurate, a bunch of fraudulent garbage, and that people who believe in tarot aren't even as smart as Border Collies!"

Fu Chen patted Chen Jiaxin on the shoulder sympathetically:

"Isn't this a joke? People who say that those who believe in tarot cards are less intelligent than Border Collies are even here. It's ridiculous, what kind of game is this..."

"Really, Fu Chen? I knew it. I knew it. You've seen how accurate my tarot cards are, haven't you?"

The crystal ball above Chen Jiaxin's head lit up with a confident light again, and she skipped and hopped away.

But she didn't hear the rest of what Fu Chen had to say.

"Are you kidding me? Do you really need a Border Collie? People who believe in tarot cards are so stupid, even a husky or a poodle could fry fish in that water!"

Unfortunately, Chen Jiaxin had already run away.

Eh?

Jiaxin skipped away, but Jiahao, who usually showed off everywhere after class, was sitting on his chair like he was glued to a plate, not moving an inch.

"What's wrong, Jiahao?"

"No, it's nothing..." Zhang Jiahao's eyes flickered, and he gripped his thigh tightly.

"Oh, it's nothing."

Fu Chen didn't leave, but quietly observed the other party, aligning his gaze with Zhang Jiahao's.

Zhang Jiahao suddenly felt uncomfortable everywhere, as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

A short while later, he couldn't help but whisper, "Teacher Wang punished me a bit too harshly... my leg..."

Fu Chen looked down at his legs.

"But other classmates also slack off and cheat like me, and they weren't punished this severely!"

"Why is that?" he asked, a question that seemed to pierce the soul.

Fu Chen suddenly sat up straight.

"You're the strong one, is this the kind of question you should be asking? Would a strong person be afraid of the degree of harm they might suffer? Isn't Wang Aiguo's differential treatment another form of respect and fear towards you?"

It's still a case of praising someone to death.

"You mean, Teacher Wang was jealous and covetous of me, which is why she attacked me so severely! Fu Chen, you're right, wouldn't extreme fear sometimes manifest as violence?"

Zhang Jiahao's previously dimmed eyes lit up once again.

"In that case, let the storm rage on!"

This cringeworthy line came out so naturally to Zhang Jiahao.

Fu Chen never considered himself a good person, but he felt the other person hadn't caught his sarcasm. Just as he was about to reveal the real reason, Zhang Jiahao eagerly made the matter public...

Then he went to the student group to make his presence known.

All of this is done for a purpose: to get them to consider them in the upcoming class officer election vote.

soon.

Wang Aiguo came to the classroom.

The rules for voting on class officers were written on the blackboard.

Each person can only vote for one person in each class officer position. Whoever receives the most votes will become that class officer.

Fu Chen was eager to get started.

I should be the class monitor now, right?