Rebirth at the Start: This Fate is Too Explosive!

Chapter 172 Class Monitor Election

"What? Are you serious?" Su Luming's voice rose again, his eyes widening in surprise.

Xian Zuling nodded vigorously.

Su Luming was completely dumbfounded; what Xian Zuling said must be true.

But Ye Fan said he liked me?

Then why specifically ask for the ancestral spirit as a girlfriend? And why offer the class monitor position in exchange?

Countless thoughts battled fiercely in her mind: sowing discord? Two-timing? Toying with feelings? Or... just pure, twisted humor?

Damn it! That scumbag!

"That scumbag! That bastard!" Su Luming's face turned bright red, half from shame and indignation, half from anger. He stomped his feet in frustration. "I'm going to settle the score with him! Damn it... I'm so angry!"

"Don't go!" Xian Zuling quickly grabbed her arm and whispered urgently, "You...you can't beat him..."

"Why?" Su Luming glared defiantly.

"He...he's very powerful..." Xian Zuling whispered, her eyes showing a vague understanding of Ye Fan's power.

"Sigh... I know..." Su Luming deflated like a punctured balloon.

How could she not know how formidable Ye Fan was? Whether it was his aura, his methods, or his unfathomable thoughts.

She slumped down, glancing at the ancestral spirit one last time with a hint of self-doubt: "Ancestral spirit, was I not attractive enough today? Was that scumbag blind? Or... was he impotent?"

She even began to doubt some of Ye Fan's abilities.

Xian Zuling shook her head blankly; she couldn't understand Ye Fan's actions at all.

He clearly said he liked beautiful women, and even when a beautiful woman offered herself to him, he refused her, preferring the "ugly duckling."

Ye Fan's world was too complicated for her.

It's really incomprehensible...

......

In the afternoon, Ye Fan spent the entire afternoon battling in the virtual world of the internet cafe, and only when dusk fell did he reluctantly stroll back to school.

We can't be late for the class meeting at 7:30.

The atmosphere in the classroom of Class 2, Industrial Management was somewhat restless.

The freshmen have finished the "hardships" of military training and are about to officially begin their university life. They are also facing the election of class officers, and excitement and anticipation are written on everyone's face.

Ye Fan and Li Yifeng leaned against the corridor wall outside the classroom, casually boasting and looking relaxed.

Inside the classroom, Su Luming's gaze pierced through the crowd, locking onto Ye Fan's languid back, his eyes filled with complex emotions and deep thought.

At 7:30 sharp, Jiang Fan walked into the classroom with his folder in hand.

He glanced around, his gaze habitually landing on Ye Fan: "Ye Fan, is everyone here?"

Ye Fan lazily straightened up, glanced around the classroom, and replied, "Teacher Jiang, everyone is here."

Jiang Fan first explained that the main task for today was to elect class officers, and briefly outlined the rules, which were democratic voting.

Jiang Fan got straight to the point: "Classmates, we are about to hold an election for class officers. We will adhere to the principles of fairness and openness."

"In other words, everyone can volunteer, and this is the first round of the election. The second round will be a secret ballot. After these two rounds, the candidate with the most votes will be elected... Anyone who wants to be class monitor can come up on stage now and deliver their campaign speech. Equal opportunity, be brave and show yourself!"

A buzzing sound arose in the classroom.

Ye Fan returned to the last row and sat down, continuing to chat quietly with Li Yifeng, appearing completely unconcerned.

However, he soon discovered that the boys' side was completely silent; they looked at each other, and none of them dared to go on stage.

"Tsk, a bunch of cowards." Ye Fan slapped his forehead. "This is so damn embarrassing."

The girls were more active; after whispering among themselves for a while, someone finally mustered up the courage to go up to the podium.

It's Lin Wenwen.

She was clearly well-prepared, having recited a long string of grand pronouncements such as "serving classmates" and "building an excellent class collective."

Unfortunately, the students in the audience didn't seem to buy into such empty slogans, and the response was sparse, with only sporadic applause.

At this point, students don't listen to such grandiose and empty rhetoric; they prefer practicality.

Then another girl went up, and her speech was almost a carbon copy of Lin Wenwen's. At the end, she even made a point of pledging her loyalty to Jiang Fan: "Teacher Jiang, if I am elected class monitor, I will definitely do my best to assist you in your work and guarantee that I will complete the tasks you assign 100%!"

To Ye Fan, these words were a complete failure.

Teachers certainly need execution ability, but what they need even more are assistants who have their own opinions and can proactively identify and solve problems.

This kind of blind obedience will only make the counselor more tired, and sometimes even cause them to miss some important things, after all, people are not machines.

Jiang Fan clearly realized this as well. He glanced at the audience and finally called out directly, "Su Luming, don't sit there anymore, come up and say something."

When the teacher called on him, Su Luming knew he couldn't hide it anymore.

She had originally planned to be the last to speak, so as to learn from the experiences and lessons of those who came before. But now she could only compose herself, stand up gracefully, and walk toward the podium.

The moment she stepped onto the stage, she became the center of attention!

Especially the boys in the class, their eyes were instantly focused on her like spotlights.

Today, Su Luming was clearly dressed up carefully, looking youthful, beautiful, and radiant.

"Wow... Su Luming is on a killing spree today..."

"She's so hot...who can resist her..."

"Goddess! You're the perfect class monitor!"

Xu Bin and Lin Yufei, two long-time "fans," stared wide-eyed, practically drooling.

Some even had a red glint in their eyes, wanting to take advantage of Su Luming, who was dressed sexily, had a great figure, and a beautiful face, right there and then.

Ye Fan simply shook his head. This is the advantage of pretty girls; no matter the time, good looks are a natural passport.

Su Luming stood in the center of the stage, her gaze sweeping across the entire audience. She deliberately lingered on Ye Fan for a few seconds, a hint of resentment barely perceptible in her eyes, before beginning her speech.

Her voice is clear and melodious, her speaking speed is moderate, her thoughts are clear and logical, and she exudes confidence. Coupled with her good looks and pleasant voice, she is even more charming.

She first mentioned that she had extensive experience as a class monitor since junior high school, and then emphasized that she was cheerful and helpful.

She offered some very tempting "practical tips":

"If I am elected class monitor, I will actively strive to secure work-study positions for everyone, assist everyone in applying for scholarships, and provide guidance and help for everyone's applications to join the Party!"

"I will organize peer learning groups to help students with weaker foundations catch up; I will also establish various interest groups so that everyone can develop their hobbies and achieve a balance between work and rest!"

"If...if any of you accidentally fail a course," she winked playfully, her tone encouraging, "don't worry! I'll personally tutor you and do my best to help you pass the make-up exam!"