Chapter 33: Class Monitor? Even Dogs Won

Watching Song Yuncheng’s flustered back retreat, Chen Yansen smiled faintly.

New students arriving for registration continued to stream in throughout the morning, with long queues forming before the telecommunications booth—all students lining up to get campus cards.

Several youthful, attractive “freshmen” had already received their phone cards but still lingered, clustering around Chen Yansen, probing into his romantic status.

“Asking so many details—do you want to be my girlfriend?”

Fed up with the questions, Chen Yansen decided to cut straight to the point.

Most of the girls blushed, shaking their heads like rattle drums—just moments ago they’d been the most aggressive, now they were the most timid.

“Senior, I want to be your girlfriend—do I need to make a reservation or join a queue?”

Only one fearless girl pressed further with a sweet, clear voice.

Chen Yansen turned toward the voice and saw a tall girl stepping into view—she wore a light green T-shirt paired with a tasseled skirt, her long hair loosely tied into a bun.

Her skin glowed almost luminous, her features delicate and lively, with a tiny tear mole beside her eye adding a unique charm.

“Let’s start with a self-introduction—see if our destinies match.”

What was Chen Yansen’s status?

He was the chairman of Feiyu Technology, CEO of Shanghai’s largest livestreaming company, and had evaluated countless female streamers and cosplayers—what was one little girl to him? He wouldn’t be intimidated.

“I’m Su Meiling, from Lucheng, a freshman in Journalism this year—my birth date’s already on your registration form.”

Su Meiling smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling, speaking with effortless poise.

A classmate?

Chen Yansen paused slightly, squinting at her again—he had no clear memory of her, but the name “Su Meiling” felt oddly familiar.

Right!

In his past life, the Youth League branch secretary of Class 10 Journalism was named exactly that!

That damn Tang Zhenzhe had secretly pined for her for four years!

“Sorry, little sister—I’m not allowed by my mom to date any girl with the surname Su.”

Chen Yansen spread his hands, feigning helplessness.

His words instantly sent the surrounding girls into fits of laughter.

Su Meiling’s cheeks flushed slightly; though rejected, Chen Yansen’s excuse was so absurd she laughed again: “Then ask your mom what surname she likes—maybe I’ll just go to the Police Inspector’s office and change mine.”

“No problem! When I figure it out, I’ll call you.”

Chen Yansen gave an “OK” gesture, then fell silent and returned to his work.

Seeing this, Su Meiling quietly exhaled in relief—though she appeared more mature than a typical freshman, she was still just a new student herself; having her first bold move rejected wasn’t easy to swallow.

Then, silently, she stepped away from the crowd.

Only at 10 a.m. did Chen Yansen welcome his first “roommate proxy”—unexpectedly, it wasn’t “Gossip Boy” Meng Xibo or “Suit Man” Tang Zhenzhe, but Song Yang, who seemed painfully shy.

“You, a rich kid, competing with a bunch of broke students for meals?”

Chen Yansen stared at him with a strange expression, silently muttering to himself.

“Sen-sen, can’t I do it?”

Song Yang, unnerved by Chen Yansen’s gaze, asked timidly.

“Of course you can—but do you know where the Music Academy is? Which dorms are for girls? Which cafeteria has the best food?”

Chen Yansen nodded, then fired off a rapid-fire series of questions.

“I—I get it, thanks, Sen-ge.”

Song Yang, speechless, saw his enthusiasm vanish instantly; he slumped his head and turned to head back to the dorm.

“Why the rush? I mean—if you want to sell campus cards, you need to know the campus first—how else will you talk to underclassmen?”

Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, scolding him impatiently.

Then he added Song Yang’s QQ and sent him a copy of the “Virtual City College Freshman Guide,” adding: “Memorize it within an hour—try to sell all these cards today.”

As he spoke, he handed Song Yang ten campus cards.

“Thanks, Sen-ge—I’ll memorize it right away.”

Song Yang froze, his gloom instantly lifted, sincerely thanking Chen Yansen.

But this thank-you was far more genuine than before.

After Song Yang left, Tang Zhenzhe, Zhu Xiaopeng, Meng Xibo, and Wang Zhengqiang finally strolled over slowly.

Chen Yansen didn’t waste words—ten cards each. After all, they weren’t officially assigned welcome staff and weren’t wearing branded vests; selling ten cards was already a decent result.

After 5 p.m., foot traffic dropped sharply; the orientation booths of all departments grew eerily quiet.

“How’s it going? Any final numbers yet?”

Gu Wenwen stood behind Chen Yansen, asking anxiously.

“Thirteen proxies haven’t replied yet—if they’ve sold all their cards, our total new user registrations over these two days will be 4,160.”

Chen Yansen looked up, his tone calm but tinged with dissatisfaction.

Virtual City College and Virtual City Health College had over 6,700 new students combined—he’d recruited secondary proxies and pressured Zhao Maolin to upgrade campus card packages, yet still only captured slightly over 60% of the market.

“Be satisfied—you made hundreds of thousands in two days; that’s enough to buy two new apartments in the city center. I’m the one with bad luck—running around all day and not even earning your change.”

Seeing his discontent, Gu Wenwen sighed, her voice tinged with bitterness.

“Buy two apartments? I couldn’t even live in both! How about you take one, Wenwen-jie?”

Chen Yansen smirked, teasing.

“You want to keep a concubine? How old are you, anyway?”

Gu Wenwen burst into giggles, her plump figure shaking with laughter.

“I’m eighteen.”

Chen Yansen leaned close to Gu Wenwen, his voice low, smooth, and deliberately provocative.

“I asked your age!”

Gu Wenwen blushed, stepping back, speaking loudly.

“I’m telling you my age—what did you think I meant?”

Chen Yansen blinked innocently, feigning confusion.

“Stop! No one’s mentioning that again! Manager Zhao said to tell you—he’s meeting you at Galaxy Star tonight at eight.”

Gu Wenwen knew she couldn’t match him—he quickly changed the subject.

“Tell Brother Zhao I’ll see him tomorrow—I’ve got a class meeting tonight.”

Chen Yansen paused, then smiled faintly.

“Alright, we’ll head out then. If you’re free later, come find me in the city—I’ll treat you to dinner and singing.”

Gu Wenwen nodded, gathering her materials, preparing to clock out.

Chen Yansen grunted, logged into QQ, and noticed a new group chat labeled “8302”—Song Yang had added him, then pulled in the others.

“Sen-ge, class meeting at 6 p.m.—heard we’re electing a class monitor. If you run, you’re guaranteed to win.” Meng Xibo @ed Chen Yansen in the group.

“Sen-ge, the dorm next door has a guy named Li Wenhao—he’s been pretending to visit rooms all afternoon campaigning for votes. Watch out.” Zhu Xiaopeng added quickly.

“Sen-ge, I’m in the classroom—I saved you a good seat.” Song Yang suddenly chimed in.

“@Song Yang, Yangyang, no wonder I didn’t see you when I got back—why didn’t you call us?” Zhu Xiaopeng questioned in the group.

“Class monitor? Dogs wouldn’t take it! @Tang Zhenzhe, Zhenzhe—interested? I fully support you as the leader of Class 10 Journalism.”

Chen Yansen typed and sent the message.

“???”, Tang Zhenzhe didn’t know how to reply, so he just typed a string of question marks.

(End of Chapter)