Chapter 14: 13. You’re the Class Rep Now
Zhang Luo didn’t realize at all that just now, he hadn’t treated himself like a student at all. Instead, he had spoken to Xu Shuiyun as though they were equals.
The moment he let his guard down, it really was hard for him to think of himself as a fifteen-year-old first-year high school student.
All he could think about was making sure he remembered to tell Jiang Xiaoyu about this later.
He couldn’t miss it again this time.
Although even if Jiang Xiaoyu didn’t enter this competition or go on Hong Min’s program, she would still become famous later.
But hadn’t a certain great writer said it? If you’re going to become famous, do it early.
In this life, he had to change Jiang Xiaoyu’s original life trajectory.
No matter what reason Jiang Xiaoyu had for committing suicide, at the end of the day, it was because she hadn’t been strong enough.
He had to become stronger, and so did she.
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It was English class again.
This time, Zhang Luo had done plenty of mental preparation, telling himself he absolutely had to listen properly.
In the end, he listened until his head was nodding and swaying, with no real qualitative change.
At this rate, his score of 105 on the college entrance exam seemed like an unchangeable outcome.
Maybe it would even be worse.
Zhang Luo shook his head. This wouldn’t do.
So, the moment Chu Xing walked out of the classroom, Zhang Luo chased after her.
“Teacher Chu!”
Chu Xing was in the middle of intense gloom and self-doubt.
She had come to City No. 2 High School full of ambition, carrying the ideal of a people’s teacher, wanting to become a teacher who could truly help her students. In the end, ever since school started, every single class she taught could only be described as awful.
At most, only about a third of the class listened, and classroom discipline was growing increasingly lax.
Worse still, when she got angry, she had no deterrent effect, and she herself felt too embarrassed to get angry.
She didn’t have the confidence of a veteran teacher, the kind that said, “I’m the boss here,” the moment they stood at the podium.
Chu Xing looked in surprise at this somewhat handsome boy from the class, not knowing why he had called out to her.
During class, she had seen his head bobbing bit by bit.
In her heart, she had actually already put him on the list of students who “didn’t listen properly in class.”
Zhang Luo had no idea what Chu Xing was thinking.
He said, “Teacher Chu, I want to learn English well.”
Chu Xing: “...Oh!”
Zhang Luo: “But just looking at it makes my head hurt, and I get sleepy in class. I don’t know what to do.”
Chu Xing: “...”
Zhang Luo’s attitude was far too sincere.
The key point was that when he said all this, his tone was far too justified.
Chu Xing asked carefully, “Is it because my class is too boring?”
“It’s not you. It’s that English itself is boring,” Zhang Luo said, expressing his true feelings. “It’s too much effort.”
Chu Xing burst out laughing with a pfft.
Zhang Luo asked, “Teacher Chu, your English must have been really good since you were little, right? You can’t understand our suffering.”
Chu Xing said, “I experienced it with math, so I understand what you mean.”
Zhang Luo smiled.
His smile was rather bright.
Chu Xing secretly regretted it.
She shouldn’t have exposed her own shortcomings in front of a student, right?
Would she still be able to establish a teacher’s authority in front of her students in the future?
Zhang Luo asked, “Then do you have any suggestions? I really do want to learn English well.”
Chu Xing pondered for a moment, and an idea suddenly came to mind.
“Our class still doesn’t have an English class representative. How about you become the English class representative?”
After Chu Xing said this proposal out loud, even she felt she might be indulging in fantasy.
Ah, think twice before acting! Why had her mouth run ahead of her brain again?!
Chu Xing was secretly annoyed with herself.
Zhang Luo took a deep breath.
“Okay,” he said. “If you think this can help me improve my English grades, I’ll do it.”
He looked as if becoming the English class representative was terribly difficult for him, but since she wanted him to do it, he would.
Chu Xing: “Then, from now on, during the first five minutes of every English class, you’ll lead everyone in reviewing the key points from the previous class, and I’ll add anything you miss.”
“Okay.” Zhang Luo nodded.
Chu Xing: “Then you’re my English class representative now.”
“Okay.”
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Zhang Luo returned to the classroom and paused.
What was going on today?
The homeroom teacher and the English teacher had assigned him tasks one after another?
This was not something he had experienced in his first year of high school.
What was going on?
His life had clearly always been somewhat “lost among the crowd,” so how had he suddenly become like someone with cheats enabled, seen by others all at once?
Zhang Luo thought to himself, could it be that when he was reborn, the heavens had readjusted his luck value?
“What did you run off to find Chu Xing for just now?” Xu Da asked.
“What do you mean, Chu Xing? Call her Teacher Chu,” Zhang Luo said.
Xu Da looked utterly incredulous, the four big words “Are you crazy?” written all over his face.
Zhang Luo snorted twice.
“I’m warning you, from now on, be more respectful to Teacher Chu. I’m her class representative now. If you don’t respect her, you’re disrespecting me.”
The incredulity on Xu Da’s face grew even stronger.
“What the hell?”
Zhang Luo shrugged.
“Although I’m surprised too, the fact is, mm, I’m the English class representative now.”
Xu Da turned pale with shock.
He asked, “Are you Chu Xing’s—”
Under the pressure of Zhang Luo’s piercing stare, Xu Da unwillingly corrected himself.
“Are you Teacher Chu’s relative?”
“No.” Zhang Luo shrugged. “I’m merely an ordinary, unremarkable student who loves studying, that’s all.”
Xu Da: “...”
“All right, I’ll tell you the truth. Just now, I went to ask her if there was any way for me not to get sleepy in class. I really want to learn English well, but I really can’t get into it. So she gave me an idea: become the class representative.”
“What the hell?!” Xu Da found it unbelievable. “Since when does the class representative become the person who wants to learn the subject well? Isn’t it supposed to be someone who’s especially amazing at that subject?”
Zhang Luo: “Who made that rule? Where is it written in black and white?”
As a thirty-year-old corporate slave, he instinctively refuted it with “written in black and white.”
Xu Da was rendered speechless.
The underlying logic of this question had already exceeded the range of his current experience.
Xu Da: “I’m convinced. I’m really convinced.”
Zhang Luo: “Stop being convinced this and convinced that. You should listen properly in class too. You just slept through an entire period.”
Xu Da: “...What the hell does that have to do with you?”
Zhang Luo was too lazy to argue with him.
He turned his head to look for Liu Song.
He still hadn’t resolved that matter yet.
But Liu Song wasn’t in the classroom. Who knew where he had gone.
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During the recess exercise period, Zhang Luo could still only copy the motions helplessly as best he could.
Of course, he thought he was doing much better than yesterday.
Xu Shuiyun didn’t drag him out either.
Only, when the recess exercises ended and he passed by Xu Shuiyun again, Xu Shuiyun still asked very seriously, “Zhang Luo, have your limbs been uncoordinated since you were little?”
Zhang Luo: “...”
Then he once again heard that familiar pfft of laughter.
He turned his head, and sure enough, Jiang Xiaoyu was beside him again.
She looked as if she hadn’t been eavesdropping on their conversation at all, but had merely been chatting and laughing with a classmate.
Only her profile was visible.
But this time, Zhang Luo was very certain that Jiang Xiaoyu had definitely been eavesdropping on purpose.
Damn it!
Not very harmful, but extremely insulting.