Chapter 33: Class Monitor? Wouldn't Touch It with a Ten-Foot Pole!

Watching Song Yuncheng's sorry figure flee, Chen Yansen let out a soft chuckle.

New students arriving to check in throughout the morning kept coming in an endless stream; a long queue formed in front of the telecom booth, all students there to get their campus cards.

A few pretty, youthful "little juniors" had clearly already gotten their phone cards, yet still lingered, crowding around Chen Yansen to inquire about his relationship status.

"Asking in such detail—does that mean you want to be my girlfriend?"

Chen Yansen, worn out by the questions, decided to throw a straight ball.

Hearing this, most of the girls blushed, shaking their heads like rattle-drums—the fiercest questioners a moment ago were now the most cowardly.

"Senior, if I want to be your girlfriend, should I make an appointment or get in line?"

Only one fearless girl, pretty and lively, chased after him with a follow-up question.

Chen Yansen followed the voice and looked—a tall girl came into view, wearing a light green T-shirt paired with a tasseled midi skirt, her soft long hair casually tied into a bun.

Her skin was so fair it almost glowed, her features delicate and lively, a grain-of-rice-sized beauty mark beneath her eye adding a touch of unique charm.

"Let's start with a self-introduction—see if our birth charts are compatible?"

What kind of identity does Chen Yansen have?

He's the chairman of Feiyu Tech, CEO of the largest livestream company in Hucheng; the female streamers and cosplayers he's reviewed are as numerous as the carps leaping across the river—he wouldn't be fazed by a mere little girl.

"I'm Su Meiling, from Luzhou, a freshman in the Journalism major this year—my date of birth is written on that registration form of yours."

Su Meiling said with curved brows, a smile on her lips, poised and at ease.

A classmate from the same class?

Chen Yansen paused slightly, squinting to size the girl up again, but no impression surfaced in his mind; however, the three characters "Su Meiling" did give him a faintly familiar feeling.

Right!

In his previous life, the Youth League secretary of Class 10 Journalism seemed to be named exactly that!

That bastard Tang Zhenzhe had apparently secretly crushed on her for four years!

"Sorry, junior, my mom won't let me date girls with the surname Su."

Chen Yansen spread his hands, saying helplessly.

The moment those words came out, the girls around him burst into laughter.

Su Meiling's cheeks flushed slightly; though rejected, Chen Yansen's reason was too absurd, so she laughed and said, "Then senior, help me ask your auntie what surname she likes—if it doesn't work, I'll just make a trip to the inspection office and change mine."

"No problem! Once I figure it out, I'll call and tell you."

Chen Yansen made an "OK" gesture, then said no more and went back to his work.

Seeing this, Su Meiling secretly let out a breath of relief; though she looked more mature than an ordinary freshman, at heart she was just a girl new to university—getting rebuffed on her very first advance, it would be a lie to say it didn't sting.

Then, she silently slipped away from the crowd.

It wasn't until ten in the morning that Chen Yansen welcomed his first "dorm-agent"—unexpectedly, the one who showed up was neither the "gossip king" Meng Xibo nor the "suit guy" Tang Zhenzhe, but Song Yang, who looked a little socially anxious.

"You're a rich second-generation kid, fighting for food with a bunch of poor students?"

Chen Yansen looked at him with a strange expression, muttering inwardly.

"Brother Sensen, am I not allowed to do it?"

Song Yang, flustered by Chen Yansen's gaze, asked timidly.

"Of course you can, but do you know where the Music Department is? Which buildings are the girls' dorms? Which cafeteria tastes the best?"

Chen Yansen nodded first, then fired off a string of questions.

"I-I got it, thanks, Brother Sen."

Song Yang was rendered speechless by his questions; the enthusiasm in his eyes instantly drained away, his head drooping, and he turned to head back to the dorm.

"What's the rush? What I mean is, if you want to sell campus cards, you have to get familiar with the campus first—otherwise how are you going to chat up the juniors?"

Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, scolding him in exasperation.

Then he added the other's QQ and sent over a copy of the "Virtual City College Freshman Guide," explaining, "Memorize it within an hour—aim to sell all these cards today."

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

"Thanks, Brother Sen, I'll start memorizing right away."

Song Yang froze, the gloom on his face swept clean away, and he thanked Chen Yansen sincerely.

But this thanks was clearly far more heartfelt than the last.

After Song Yang left, Tang Zhenzhe, Zhu Xiaopeng, Meng Xibo, and Wang Zhengqiang only then ambled over.

Chen Yansen didn't waste words—ten cards each; after all, they weren't the official greeters assigned by the department, and they weren't wearing the signature little vests, so selling ten would already count as a decent result.

After five in the afternoon, foot traffic plummeted, and the welcome booths of the various departments became deserted.

"How's it going? Have the final numbers come out yet?"

Gu Wenwen stood behind Chen Yansen, asking eagerly.

"Still thirteen agents haven't reported back—if they've all sold out their phone cards, our new-user activations over these two days will be 4,160."

Chen Yansen looked up, his tone flat yet tinged with a hint of dissatisfaction.

The total number of freshmen at Virtual City College and Virtual City Health College should be around 6,700-plus; he'd gone to the trouble of developing second-level agents and pressuring Zhao Maolin to upgrade the campus card package, yet he'd only grabbed a little over 60% of the share.

"Be grateful—earning hundreds of thousands in two days, enough to buy two new apartments in downtown Virtual City. I'm the one with the bitter fate, running around busy, and I haven't even earned a fraction of what you made."

Gu Wenwen, seeing his dissatisfied look, sighed softly and complained with a pang of bitterness.

"Buy two apartments? I couldn't live in all of them! How about you take one, Sister Wenwen?"

Chen Yansen said with a smile at the corner of his mouth, teasing.

"What, you want to keep a girl in a golden house? How old are you, anyway!"

Gu Wenwen was tickled into peals of laughter by him, her voluptuous figure trembling slightly along with it.

"I'm eighteen."

Chen Yansen deliberately leaned in close to Gu Wenwen, replying in a low voice, his tone both velvety and cheeky.

"I'm asking about your age!"

Gu Wenwen's face flushed, she stepped back a pace, and shouted loudly.

"I am talking about age; what did Sister Wenwen think I meant?"

Chen Yansen blinked his eyes and asked innocently, looking entirely guileless.

"Stop! No one is allowed to mention what happened just now! Manager Zhao asked me to tell you that he has arranged to meet you at Galaxy Star tonight at eight o'clock."

Gu Wenwen knew she was no match for Chen Yansen, so she hurriedly called a halt and immediately changed the subject.

"Tell Brother Zhao to make it tomorrow; I have to hold a class meeting tonight."

Chen Yansen pondered for a moment, then smiled faintly and said.

"Fine, then we'll leave first. If you're free later, come find me in the city; I'll treat you to a meal and karaoke."

Gu Wenwen nodded, began packing up the materials, and prepared to get off work.

Chen Yansen hummed, logged into QQ, and discovered a group chat named '8302' had been added to his list; it turned out that after Song Yang added him, he had pulled the others in as well.

"Brother Sen, the class meeting starts at eighteen hundred; I heard they're going to elect a class monitor. If you run, it's a sure thing." Meng Xibo tagged Chen Yansen in the group.

"Brother Sen, there's a guy named Li Wenhao in the dorm next door; all afternoon he's been canvassing for votes under the guise of paying visits. You must be very careful." Zhu Xiaopeng immediately added.

"Brother Sen, I've arrived at the classroom and saved you a great seat." Song Yang suddenly said in the group.

"@Song Yang, Yangyang, no wonder I didn't see you when I returned to the dorm just now; why didn't you call us to come along?" Zhu Xiaopeng questioned in the group.

"Class monitor? Even a dog wouldn't take it! @Tang Zhenzhe, Ah Zhe, are you interested? I fully support you becoming the decision-maker for the Class of 10 Journalism."

Chen Yansen typed a passage of text and sent it out.

"???" Tang Zhenzhe didn't know how to reply, so he just typed a few question marks.

(End of this chapter)