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Chapter 29 Is this even possible?

He aspired to be the class monitor.

After all, among class officers, the class monitor is a high-ranking official, possessing immense power...

They can even pull some tricks during exams and students' daily behavior.

This can slightly influence a student's overall score.

Furthermore, being a class monitor is such a prestigious and powerful position, with countless eyes watching you. With great power comes great responsibility, and as a class leader, even if you make a mistake, you will suffer more severe punishment.

Therefore, if Fu Chen does something bad while in the high-profile position of class monitor, the consequences will be much more serious.

It absolutely has a significant positive impact on his goal of falling behind in the rankings.

Therefore, he had already secretly started rubbing his hands together like a fly.

Within the class, the highest rank is the two class monitor positions, one positive and one negative.

Then there are the class representatives for each subject, and the equivalent positions of power and authority are the study committee members and discipline committee members.

For example, the air conditioning manager or the curtain switch manager that only appear in funny short videos will never exist.

After all, this is the whole process.

soon.

Everyone voted on their own slips of paper, and Wang Aiguo asked the first person in each group to record their votes.

but…

If nothing unexpected happened, then something unexpected did happen.

Because Fu Chen and Yao Zhiai were deskmates, they checked each other's voting status.

Fu Chen voted for class monitor to Yao Zhi'ai, while Yao Zhi'ai voted for class monitor and psychology committee member to Fu Chen.

Then I applied for most of the other positions randomly.

Although Fu Chen was puzzled as to why Yao Zhiai voted for him as the psychology representative, the sight of Zhao Haihua and Wen Qianqian sitting behind him made him choke up.

Fu Chen opened the ballots in their hands.

The former had taken on all the positions, from class monitor to Youth League secretary, and subject representative and committee member.

The latter is the same!

He continued flipping through the pages, still confused, and discovered that everyone in them was the same.

All positions were offered to him.

Yeah, why the hell didn't I think of that?

Are you kidding me?

It seems that none of us are "fools".

Fu Chen, confused, told Wang Aiguo about the situation.

Wang Aiguo was furious.

"Are your heads filled with shit? Isn't it common knowledge that you can't vote for yourself?"

Someone raised their hand.

Wang Aiguo adjusted his narrow-rimmed gold-rimmed glasses, rolled his eyes, and said, "Why are you raising your hand?"

"Teacher, what does 'as everyone knows' mean?"

Five seconds later.

Wang Aiguo sighed as he looked at the box of white chalk that had suddenly disappeared and asked everyone to throw it again.

Now, Fu Chen wasn't so sure anymore.

He had planned everything meticulously, even making his presence known to them frequently, but he still hadn't expected that thing to happen just now.

The second vote came quickly, perhaps because they had witnessed Wang Aiguo's Gatling gun-like shooting skills.

Swish, swish, swish! The first student in each group quickly collected the slips of paper.

At first, they struggled for a long time without counting, so Wang Aiguo couldn't help but send them back to their seats.

He determined the final winner of the position as quickly as possible based on the number of votes on the slips of paper.

"Now, we announce the students who received the most votes for each class officer position. They will become class officers and serve their classmates and the class!"

bang bang bang bang...

Applause filled the air.

Congratulations!

"I'm so envious."

"What did we just say? Who became a class officer?"

The situation spiraled out of control again and again, and Wang Aiguo's cardiovascular disease seemed to be going through a series of setbacks, leaving him somewhat helpless.

"Quiet down, I'm only just beginning my announcement!"

"I'm here." The other students in the class stopped chattering, but Anjing quietly raised her hand.

Wang Aiguo cried, covering his face and saying bitterly, "Shut up too, I wasn't talking to you."

cough cough.

After much effort, Wang Aiguo finally managed to shut the group up. He cleared the thick phlegm from his throat, but couldn't cough it up, so he swallowed it back down. The "glug" of swallowing was quite noticeable in the classroom that had just quieted down.

"Based on the number of votes, the position of class monitor for Class 5, Grade 11..."

Fu Chen was eager to get started.

The others had no expectations.

"Yao Zhi'ai!"

Clap clap clap!

Yao Zhiai stood up in a daze, while Fu Chen looked up at her with a bewildered expression.

"Why me?"

"Why you?"

Both Yao Zhi'ai and Fu Chen posed thought-provoking questions.

"Yao Zhiai has received a total of 28 votes! Let's give her a round of applause. We hope you can set a good example for the class and avoid causing trouble."

Wang Aiguo's expression was neither sad nor happy, neither angry nor annoyed, as if he were announcing something insignificant, and it also carried a hint of doubt about Yao Zhi'ai.

Can this guy really set a good example?

However, looking at the others, they're all pretty much the same, so it doesn't really matter.

There's really no need for pre-arranged rules, because these students are all pretty much the same.

Wang Aiguo didn't intend to pre-select Fu Chen for the position of class monitor, since being a class officer in this kind of class was a really tough job with no real value or necessity.

But Fu Chen was unhappy.

He looked at Yao Zhi'ai, and Yao Zhi'ai looked at him. They pondered for a moment, probably because everyone believed Yao Zhi'ai for standing up for Chen Jiaxin and their class in the restroom.

"Nobody voted for me?" Fu Chen questioned his existence.

Yao Zhiai patted him on the shoulder, looked him up and down, and after careful consideration, gave her opinion: "Perhaps you have better abilities in other areas than for the position of class monitor, and everyone has voted for you for other positions."

Fu Chen is still waiting.

Vice squad leader: You son of a bitch!

A rustling sound.

oxen and horses?

This guy didn't have much contact with Fu Chen, but he was very attractive.

It's the kind of appearance that tells you someone is rich just by looking at them.

Because he was so ugly, he had a down-to-earth, nouveau riche vibe, which matched his overall image.

Fu Chen heard that he was quite good at getting along with people; in the two nights before and after, he had already become familiar with the other people in the dormitory.

They'd hand out cigarettes and drinks, and there were all sorts of random gatherings like dinner parties and card games.

No wonder so many people support him.

Then came the committee members: Liu Haitao, the study committee member, and An Jing, the discipline committee member.

The class representative deserves a mention.

Because of the stereotypes surrounding him, the English class representatives unanimously voted for the Black man, Edwards!

Although he doesn't actually know more than ten English words.

This leads to the question: Who doesn't understand their own mother tongue?

Edwards protested, stating that he was wronged because, firstly, he was born there and Mandarin is his mother tongue; secondly, his father is from Africa, where English is not spoken…

Hua Gua, who specializes in the Six Lines divination method, became the history class representative.

Chen Jiaxin, who wore a round crystal pendant, became the geography class representative.

Yang Mike, who spoke with a strong translation accent, became the class representative for Chinese language.

It's clear that everyone put a lot of thought and effort into voting.

Fu Chen was just upset that he couldn't even get a position.

But the next second, his name appeared.