Chapter 52: Electing Class Committee Members

Next, Chen's mother asked how the house Shen Yan bought was, if there were any vacant units nearby, and if it were suitable, why not let Shanni be his neighbor.

They are all classmates, so they can look out for each other.

Upon hearing this, Chen Shanni felt as if a little deer were bumping around in her heart; she lowered her head to stare at her toes, not daring to look at Shen Yan at all, her earlobes burning hot. This daughterly demeanor, falling into the eyes of Chen's mother, was impossible to misunderstand.

Her own little cabbage had grown up.

Chen's mother's gaze, which seemed to be sizing up a son-in-law, made Shen Yan feel a bit unable to hold his ground. He turned his head to ask Fang Xiang if there were any vacant rooms nearby. Fang Xiang replied without hesitation that there was one left, a two-bedroom, one-living-room apartment, 120 square meters in size.

Then there was nothing more to say; Chen's mother told Fang Xiang to take them to see it. The female sales associate on the side was immediately displeased and said, "Auntie, why don't I take you to see it instead? Little Fang just arrived not long ago and isn't very familiar with the business in all aspects yet."

Fang Xiang felt bitter inside; the client wasn't the first one she had made contact with, so how could she snatch the sale? At this moment, Chen's mother made the final decision, saying to just let this Little Fang do it.

The sales manager, worried about offending the client, hurriedly signaled the female sales associate to stop with his eyes.

The happiness that descended suddenly from the sky "smashed" Fang Xiang until she was dizzy; since the client specified the sales clerk, it didn't constitute the issue of poaching a sale.

However, she knew this was all out of face for Shen Yan.

Thus, under the cold, blade-like glint of the female sales associate's eyes, Fang Xiang happily took the clients to view the property.

The sales manager asked Shen Yan a few questions, and after receiving permission from headquarters, personally took Shen Yan to the BMW 4S dealership to redeem the reward.

At six in the evening, the sun was setting, the weather was neither hurried nor impatient, the autumn breeze was just right, and the campus was covered in a sense of comfort.

After eating dinner at the 4S dealership, Shen Yan rode his e-bike back to school, just in time for the class meeting to begin.

Walking into the classroom, it was buzzing with noise, just like a vegetable market. After a round of military training, the sense of distance between men and women from when they first met had already dissipated quite a bit; everyone was no longer grouped by dormitory, but divided into several distinct blocks.

A few boys with impure motives were even taking the initiative to crowd around the girls, finding topics to build connections, inviting them to meals, karaoke, and so on.

The hormones of youth were restless.

Shen Yan scanned the room; in the front row, the empty seat next to Lin Yang was clearly reserved for him, behind were Yu Youwei and Wu Yue'er, and to the back left were Chen Shanni and Luo Qiqi.

Yuan Mingqing and Tang Song were having a secret meeting in the last row, making a group of singletons envious.

Zhu Baoping, not knowing what he was thinking, approached Xiao Chuchu again.

After sitting down, Shen Yan noticed that Wu Yue'er had permed her hair into a micro-curl, the color had changed to a cold tea-brown, and with her long hair flowing, it actually looked quite good.

He couldn't help but turn his head to look a few more times.

Wu Yue'er lightly flicked her hair tips and said triumphantly, "How is it? Am I stunning?"

Shen Yan praised, "Good taste, the hairstyle suits you very well."

The corners of Wu Yue'er's mouth couldn't stop rising, and Yu Youwei, over there, said with some jealousy, "Shen Yan, do you think I should go get a makeover too?"

Shen Yan shook his head and said it wasn't necessary, that studying was the most important thing for her. Yu Youwei deeply agreed and dismissed the idea of getting a new look.

Then Yu Youwei asked Shen Yan where he had gone all afternoon, as he had been nowhere to be seen. Shen Yan looked toward Chen Shanni in the back left, but unexpectedly, their eyes met, and Chen Shanni, like a startled little mouse, turned her head away in a panic.

This girl! Still so shy.

From this, it was evident that the afternoon's events hadn't spread yet. Shen Yan just said he had done something big and they would talk about it later; Yu Youwei didn't press for details.

Before long, the counselor Huang Shuren walked into the classroom with a leisurely gait.

There were two main contents for today's class meeting: one was the arrangement for the National Day holiday. Today was the 28th, the holiday started on the 30th, and after the freshmen finished receiving their textbooks tomorrow morning, they could go straight home.

The second content was the election of class committee members.

"Everyone has been together for twenty days or so, and I believe you have an understanding of each other. Our class needs to elect a class monitor, league branch secretary, arts committee member, organization committee member, life committee member, study committee member, sports committee member, and psychological committee member."

In a class of 36 people, although the number wasn't large, there were quite a few class committee positions established, but the only ones that could truly gain everyone's recognition were the class monitor and the league branch secretary.

"Next, we will start the election for class monitor. Anyone interested, please come up to speak," Huang Shuren said, adjusting his glasses.

Then, one classmate after another went up to give their campaign speeches.

Shen Yan had no interest in these things and took out his phone to start typing: "Did Xiao Qiqi get lost?"

Hao Anqi: "Hmph! If someone doesn't come to find me soon, I really will be lost."

"I'm lost. May I ask how to get to your heart?"

At the Communication University of China, Hao Anqi, who was also having a class meeting in her classroom, felt as sweet as if she had drunk honey water when she saw this line.

"Which book did you learn that from? Recommend it to me later."

The two chatted aimlessly, time flew by, and the election of class committee members gradually reached a conclusion.

As expected, the class monitor position was won by Yu Youwei with a high number of votes, the league branch secretary was the Guangxi native Pang Weijie, the life committee member was Luo Qiqi, the arts committee member was Xiao Chuchu, the sports committee member was Tang Song...

Seeing Shen Yan sitting there motionless, Yu Youwei poked his back and said, "Shen Yan, you should go up and get a class committee position too; it's good for joining the Party and for evaluations and awards."

"I'm very busy, I have no interest in being a class committee member," Shen Yan remained completely unmoved.

Yu Youwei looked displeased and said it was just holding a position, almost no work was required. Shen Yan couldn't be bothered to argue with her and leaned forward a bit, not letting Yu Youwei get in his way.

Yu Youwei poked Shen Yan a few more times, pouting. Shen Yan got a bit annoyed and said in a deep voice, "Do not impose on others what you yourself do not desire; you should know the meaning of this sentence. Stop being so unreasonable."

"You..." Yu Youwei's mouth drooped, and tears began to well up in her eyes. This was the first time Shen Yan had spoken to her in this tone.

She was doing this for Shen Yan's own good, hoping he would be proactive and upward-striving; why was he suddenly losing his temper?

Wu Yue'er was at a loss for a moment. From a rational perspective, Shen Yan wasn't wrong, but from an emotional perspective, Yu Youwei was her roommate—what to do?

In the end, she could only say, "Youwei, let's not pay attention to this jerk."

Yu Youwei nodded bitterly; whatever, let it be. Whoever cared about this jerk again was a dog.

Just at this moment, Pang Weijie slammed the table and shouted, "Holy crap!"

All the students jumped, clutching their chests with pale faces; Lin Yang was so scared his phone even flew out.

The counselor Huang Shuren's face turned green, and he stared at Pang Weijie with dead-fish eyes, waiting for his explanation.

Pang Weijie woke up as if from a dream, gave a sheepish smile, and pressed his palms together to apologize repeatedly.

"Sorry! Sorry!"

The Guangxi native's English was as standard as ever.