Chapter 41: Self-Introduction

As Kong Jun's words ended, a girl in the front row stood up, walked to the teacher, and took her student card.

Hua Xiuxiu wore round-framed glasses, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her features delicate and scholarly.

Lin Yuan, seated behind Hua Xiuxiu, stared fixedly at her on stage, growing tense on her behalf for being the first to give her self-introduction.

Yet Hua Xiuxiu herself remained calm, showing no sign of nervousness.

She took a piece of chalk from the podium, turned, and wrote "Hua Xiuxiu" in large characters on the blackboard—the handwriting was exceptionally elegant.

After writing her name, Hua Xiuxiu turned back to face the entire class and spoke steadily, unhurriedly:

"Hello everyone, my name is Hua Xiuxiu, from Yucai Middle School. I'm glad to meet and get to know all of you here."

"My usual hobby is reading; my favorite book is Charlotte Brontë's Jane Eyre."

"Over the next three years, I hope to become like-minded friends with all of you, learning from each other and striving together."

"Thank you."

Hua Xiuxiu bowed slightly on stage, concluded her self-introduction, and walked calmly back to her seat.

The students below applauded enthusiastically; Lin Yuan clapped the hardest—his loud, rhythmic claps drew a glance from Hua Xiuxiu.

"Lin Yuan," Kong Junxiang said at the right moment.

"Here!" Lin Yuan sprang to his feet reflexively, his whole body tensing as he nearly walked to the teacher with mismatched steps.

After receiving his student card, he went up, picked up the chalk, but halfway through writing his name, the chalk snapped—the strokes skewed; sweating profusely, he hastily erased and rewrote it.

All this fluster made Lin Yuan's face flush red, fortunately his skin was dark enough that it wasn't very noticeable.

After stumbling through his self-introduction, Lin Yuan fled back to his seat, finally exhaling in relief.

Kong Jun smiled and called the next student up.

"Shao Heqi."

"Zhu Yufei."

"Wei Chun."

"..."

For shy students, self-introductions were still quite torturous.

Though each person only spent one or two minutes on stage, the long wait beforehand was unbearable.

Especially those further back in line had little interest in listening to the students speaking up front.

Their minds kept racing, worrying about what they'd say when it was their turn, terrified they'd forget everything if they got nervous.

Students who brought paper and pen had likely already secretly jotted down what they planned to say, only then feeling slightly reassured.

Li Luo had no such worries—he'd just go up and say whatever came to mind.

As he listened to the classmates' charming remarks, he quietly activated his Memory Palace, recording every word spoken.

After this period of exploration, Li Luo had roughly figured out the effects of his Memory Palace.

Simply put:

For his entire thirty-five years of memories from his past life, Li Luo had to expend considerable mental energy to re-download them before he could use them.

But for events experienced after his rebirth—whether seen or heard—he could retrieve them at will, as if already fully downloaded, requiring little mental effort.

Honestly, now that Li Luo understood these functions, even without directly recalling his past life's college entrance exam papers, simply using this ability to study properly would ensure his grades wouldn't suffer.

As he thought this, the teacher at the door called the next student's name: "Yan Zhusheng."

Yan Zhusheng rose from his seat, walked to Kong Junxiang, and took his student card.

Then, under the gaze of all classmates, he stepped onto the stage, picked up chalk, and wrote his name high on the blackboard.

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Li Luo glanced at the expressions of several boys in the back row, then chuckled and shook his head—he knew his boss's charm was impossible to conceal.

In his past life, with nothing but his looks and singing—no promotion data, no borderline videos—just simple recordings of lyrics—Yan Zhusheng's TikTok account gained millions of followers.

Li Luo had a direct and comprehensive understanding of Yan Zhusheng's allure, so he wasn't surprised by the dazed stares from the boys in class.

"I'm Yan Zhusheng."

"My hobbies are music and running."

"Thank you."

Yan Zhusheng's self-introduction was brief—three sentences, then he stepped down.

Before Yan Zhusheng even returned to his seat, Li Luo heard Kong Junxiang say: "Li Luo."

It was his turn. Li Luo stood up, brushed past Yan Zhusheng, and walked to Teacher Kong.

"Take it," Kong Jun smiled at Li Luo and handed him the student card.

Li Luo reached out, took it, then followed procedure to write his name on the blackboard, turned, and smiled:

"Hello everyone, I'm Li Luo."

"I'm a bit odd—I don't have any other hobbies, just like being class monitor."

"We'll be classmates for three years; I hope this friendship lets you all satisfy my little desire."

"Thank you!"

Applause rose from below.

Some students laughed.

Shao Heqi, seated in the front row, stared blankly, thinking this guy was truly shameless.

And you didn't hold any class position in three years of junior high—now you're aiming to be class monitor in high school? How utterly unrealistic.

Besides, the homeroom teacher already said that after all self-introductions, anyone wanting to run could come up and campaign.

Shao Heqi never imagined Li Luo would be this shameless—launching his campaign right in his self-introduction.

What a sneaky bastard!

And Kong Junxiang, sitting by the door, was also a little surprised.

Earlier, when he heard Li Luo say he wanted to be class monitor, he thought it was just a joke.

He didn't expect it to be serious.

"Alright, the election now begins," said Teacher Kong, after handing out student cards, clapping his hands and smiling. "Class monitor and vice monitor will be elected simultaneously; the two candidates with the most votes will become class monitor and vice monitor."

"As for the sports committee member, there will be one male and one female position—both boys and girls may come up to speak."

"So, students interested may now come up and deliver their speeches."

No sooner had Kong Junxiang finished speaking than Hua Xiuxiu, sitting in the first row, stood up and walked straight toward the stage.

Shao Heqi had also risen to his feet, but seeing Hua Xiuxiu move faster, he slowed his motion by half a beat and sat back down to wait.

"Hello everyone, I'm Hua Xiuxiu."

"From elementary school through junior high graduation, I've served as class monitor for nine years total, with plenty of experience."

"I believe a class monitor must first have sufficient ability—not just be someone who amuses people and makes them laugh a couple times."

As she said this, Hua Xiuxiu stared unflinchingly at Li Luo, clearly referring to his own self-introduction.

"If I'm elected class monitor, I will fulfill my duties responsibly and serve everyone well."

"Thank you."

After finishing her speech, Hua Xiuxiu stepped down from the stage.

Shao Heqi in the first row immediately took her place.

Li Luo, sitting in the back row, heard Hua Xiuxiu's speech and merely smiled, not taking it to heart.

But beside him, Yan Zhusheng turned to look at Li Luo, blinked, and said, "She's basically insulting you."

Li Luo: "... You don't have to put it so bluntly."