Chapter 173: What Does the Class Monitor Do? Maybe... Just Look Pretty

"Dong Ge, drink my water!" Sun Zhicheng promptly handed over a cup of water.

He passed it over, first glancing at Chen Yunyun's, clearly seeking to claim credit.

See? The group can't function without me.

Then, he secretly glanced at the new girl, Zhou Yuting. Watching the panic vanish from her face, a sense of accomplishment surged within him.

Just like the joy he felt when he lent Ji Jiayu his water card—helping classmates is great.

Lin Dong's throat was burning up; he didn't care about anything else, grabbed the water, and gulped it down.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!!!"

He coughed violently, his face instantly flushed red, tears streaming down.

Boom! Boom! Boom! He pounded his chest hard several times, his expression twisted in agony. After about three seconds, the pain eased, and he let out a long, deep breath.

After recovering, he noticed the stares from all around and felt a flicker of embarrassment.

"Ah, it's fine, just choked a little."

Sun Zhicheng watched Lin Dong's nonchalant demeanor with deep admiration. He thought of a lyric: every time you leave, you pretend to be casual, but turn away with tears soaking your eyes.

He couldn't help but raise his thumb and praise him.

"Dong Ge, you've got the makings of an Emperor."

Chen Yunyun stared at her idiotic group leader, her eyes red and terrifying.

"Lin Dong, are you okay?"

Some people are alive, but their dignity is already shattered.

Before he could answer, Sun Zhicheng heard Chen Yunyun's question and immediately grinned, forcing Lin Dong's image to look impressive.

"What could possibly be wrong with Dong Ge?"

Hearing this, Wang Yuhe also turned to look, her expression puzzled.

"Choked on a spicy strip?"

Lin Dong's flushed face hadn't cooled yet; he could only force a tearful wave of his hand.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

Zhou Yuting had witnessed the entire farce from the side and bore partial responsibility. She stood stunned, at a loss for words—could she still ask for her report card?

"Um, Lin classmate, do you have last month's exam results?"

"No no, ask the class monitor, Tao Ran," Lin Dong waved dismissively, not in the mood to talk to Zhou Yuting—he was in this state, what the hell does she want with a report card?

Compared to him, from a classmate's perspective, Yu Zhiyi was better.

Ding ding ding, class is starting.

Having failed to get the report card, Zhou Yuting gave up. Back at her seat, the two boys beside her were still arguing over "Yang Ge, you're so romantic."

Zhou Yuting instantly felt miserable—the world had collapsed.

What kind of people are in this class?

After the first class ended, Zhou Yuting found Tao Ran and secured the report card before the class monitor collapsed.

As she turned to walk back, she saw Yu Zhiyi take the report card from Lin Dong's hands.

"Thank you."

"Haha."

Zhou Yuting lowered her head in silence and walked past them.

At that moment, she hated big breasts intensely.

Come on, can lust make you improve? These evil big Cs. She didn't even know the exact size—she was just guessing based on feeling, but she was jealous.

In a daze, she even felt Yu Zhiyi's report card looked slightly larger than hers.

Fine.

In the second afternoon class, Zhou Yuting looked up at the physics teacher, who was analyzing forces on his own. She could barely keep up, but it wasn't as hard as she'd imagined.

The Olympiad class didn't seem as difficult as she'd thought—she could handle it easily.

Thinking of this, she pulled out her report card and began searching from the bottom up for Jiang Nian's name. There was no choice—in this class, she knew Jiang Nian best.

Not in the bottom twenty. Not in the bottom thirty either.

During physics class, she listened while flipping through the report card, turning page after page until she finally found Jiang Nian's name near the top twenty—she glanced at his total score: 590.

The moment she saw the total score, Zhou Yuting frowned.

Jiang Nian's total was a bit high—nearly crossed the 600 mark. But it was only thirty points higher than hers; round it off, it was just thirty points ahead—not unreachable.

She glanced at his English: 143. She felt suffocated.

Below that, math exceeded 120, science comprehensive exceeded 220.

Zhou Yuting grew increasingly silent. Jiang Nian seemed to have no weaknesses—except for his Chinese, which was weak, his math and science comprehensive were solid, and his English—

Forget it. Don't look at him anymore.

Zhou Yuting's Dao heart was already wavering. Surpassing someone with obvious weaknesses wasn't hard. What terrified her was someone with no clear flaws, stable advantages, and occasional explosive performances.

Jiang Nian wasn't like this before.

Since she didn't know anyone, she first checked the top ten scores. She didn't see any names from her immediate circle and felt disappointed.

After carefully studying the top scorer's results, she sucked in a sharp breath—was this even human? This was the real genius.

By the way, who is Li Qingrong?

Yu Zhiyi was also flipping through the Class Three exam results during class; since she knew everyone in the class, she felt deeply immersed.

The demon queen Li Qingrong was still number one. Strange—why hadn't she moved up to Class Zero?

Class Zero's benefits were too good: monthly meal card allowances, occasional honorary or welfare rewards.

They were the true privileged group of Zhenan High School—and the teachers' darlings.

Yu Zhiyi put herself in that situation—oh god, if it were her, she would definitely just go along with it.

She scrolled further down. The class rankings had changed quite a bit. Some people had surged from the 500s to the 600s, while others had clearly regressed, like Wu Jun Gu.

After all, he was her boyfriend—everyone has a heart. To say she felt nothing at all was obviously impossible, but right now she really couldn't do anything about it.

They were already in Gao San; it was time to grow up a little. She didn't want to muddle through life forever.

The college entrance exam was her only way out. Even if she might still have no money and no power afterward, at least she'd have a degree, a good school, and more opportunities.

A small county town was too small—a pool of stagnant water.

Besides, right now she couldn't even manage herself, let alone worry about others. Wu Jun Gu's behavior only made her feel exhausted. She'd find a chance to put a period to it.

Continuing to scroll down, Yu Zhiyi saw Li Hua's math and science comprehensive scores, and immediately clicked her tongue.

Her gaze shifted twice, and she saw Jiang Nian's name.

Hmm. 590. She suspected she was seeing things.

Looking carefully, the spray-monkey got 140 in English. She was stunned for a moment—why could this person score so high? Li Hua was like this, and so was Jiang Nian.

The weirder the person, the higher the score?

600 was a chasm, meaning every subject had to be at an excellent level. That is, Chinese, math, and English each at 120, and each science at 80, adding up to exactly 600.

When she was in the neighboring class—the second competition class—the teacher had also mentioned it jokingly.

In Class Three there's a Li Hua, who always lingers above 600. To get into a decent 985 university, the first step is to hit 600, the second step is to beat Li Hua.

Jiang Nian's group of friends had fairly clustered scores. Apart from Ma Guojun, Yao Beibei, Jiang Nian, Chen Yunyun, and Lin Dong were all scattered around Li Hua's line.

It seemed this class hadn't really changed either—still just as speech-inducing.

Three afternoon classes ended, the last being a short self-study period.

Yang Qiming learned that Zhou Yuting and Jiang Nian used to be in the same class, and couldn't help asking curiously.

"Why didn't you see him greet you?"

Hearing this, Zhou Yuting's eyelid twitched slightly. She thought to herself that it wasn't like there was no greeting—if some insulting remarks counted, then courtesy was exchanged.

"Oh that? We're not that close."

"Oh, oh, no wonder I didn't see any reaction from him." Yang Qiming couldn't help but say something fair, "You were classmates after all, he's being a bit too cold-blooded, isn't he?"

"Haha, it's fine."

Given that Jiang Nian had never spread untrue rumors about her, Zhou Yuting wouldn't speak ill of him either. She didn't want Jiang Nian to retaliate—this person held grudges too tightly.

"I didn't greet him either. Forcing a conversation would be pretty awkward."

Suddenly, she heard someone at the door notifying the class monitor to go to the Academic Affairs Office for a meeting. Half a minute later, Zhou Yuting saw Cai Xiaoqing stand up and leave her seat.

She was stunned, turned her head, and asked Sad Bro.

"Who's our class monitor?"

"That one, the one behind Jiang Nian."

"Then the one who just left. is?"

"Oh, oh, that's the discipline committee member." Yang Qiming was a warm and talkative person, "You just transferred here so you might not know—our class monitor doesn't have to do any work."

"Huh? Then what does she do?" Zhou Yuting was a bit dumbfounded.

Yang Qiming paused, stroked his chin, and frowned in thought.

"You've got me stumped there. Never thought about that question. Our class monitor is pretty special—maybe she's in charge of. ranking first? Or being pretty?"

Hearing "ranking first," a name quietly surfaced in Zhou Yuting's mind.

Li Qingrong?

"Our class monitor is called Li Qingrong, right?"

"Yeah, you just found out." Yang Qiming had nothing to do anyway, so he simply gave her a quiet rundown, "The one who just choked on a spicy stick and died—that's math class rep Brother Dong."

"The study committee member is Tao Ran, bearer of two subject-rep honors, our class's five-star general. Wait until evening self-study when he hands out papers again, you'll see."

"Wait, why two subjects?" Zhou Yuting's brain could barely keep up.

Yang Qiming explained, "Because. our homeroom teacher is the Chinese teacher, so no one wants to be the Chinese class rep, so they could only make him take it on too."

Zhou Yuting: "."

In a flash, she saw Yu Tongjie in the first big group, and her heart jolted.

Last time Liu Feipeng carefully invited Yu Tongjie to dinner, he botched it. Everyone at the table got scolded by Yu Tongjie, and Liu Feipeng didn't even dare lift his head.

The joy of moving up a class was so strong she almost forgot Young Master Yu was also in Class Three.

She couldn't help but swallow hard. Even Liu Feipeng didn't dare offend him. She'd better be careful, lest she get randomly despised by Young Master Yu.

Thinking this, Zhou Yuting's head immediately swelled.

She'd clearly moved up to the top class in the competition tier, with a chance to avenge herself, yet this class move felt so, so miserable?

After thinking it over, she reached a conclusion.

It's all Jiang Nian's fault!

If he hadn't been so thin-skinned back then, he wouldn't have snatched her promotion spot. Without him, none of the later things would've happened, and she wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

With complicated feelings, Zhou Yuting spent the first afternoon in her new class.

Li Hua had said that afternoon that he wanted to treat Jiang Nian and Ma Guojun to dinner.

Hearing this, Jiang Nian and Ma Guojun didn't drink a single sip of water all afternoon. Walking on the road out of school, both their lips were dry, yet they were still grinning.

Ma Guojun said, "Hua, when we eat later, get two bottles of Red Bull first."

Jiang Nian: "I don't drink Red Bull. Get me a bottle of Mizone to rinse my mouth."