Simon's rather saucy words of affection undoubtedly drew cheers and exclamations from his companions.
"Cool!"
"As expected of you!"
"You're too strong!"
Zhang Yingxuan was especially excited. "Wow, I didn't expect it. Just one summer vacation, and you two are completely... tsk, tsk, tsk. I remember after the graduation ceremony, when we went for shaved ice, you two were already very good back then," he said, suddenly sitting up. Everyone quickly asked what was wrong.
In the pitch-black bedroom, Zhang Yingxuan reached out and patted Simon's shoulder. "Oh, I almost forgot about the graduation ceremony. That junior, Meng Qijun, right? She seemed to like you too!"
"Huh???" Wei Changjun and Zou Jiaqi were both shocked.
Simon sighed, "What can I do? Her personality is introverted. She's fine when there are a lot of people. By the time she graduates herself, she'll have forgotten all about me."
"Wait, wait, wait, where did this junior come from?" Zou Jiaqi raised his hand.
"I met her at the elementary school library. Girls who love to read never have too bad luck." Simon let out a cheerful whistle. He still missed that quiet library, the musty smell of books seeping into his bones, turning him into a wooden sculpture, lingering at the table.
Zhang Yingxuan lay back down, while the other two pestered him to hear the story of the junior.
"It's nothing, we just read together sometimes. If you really want to talk about anything major we did together, it was during the model competition."
Wei Changjun said, "Oh, you mean the one in '86, right? I remember it. Someone from our class participated too, I think they placed fourteenth in the city-level competition. What was yours called?"
"We were third in the city-level competition. The work was called'Seeing the World as People'. We were also third in the provincial-level competition, for a group sculpture called 'Insight'." Speaking of this competition, it was considered a challenge mission in the system. After winning the city-level competition, Simon received three hundred insight points. After winning the provincial-level competition, he received six hundred insight points.
Wei Changjun exclaimed, "You guys are too strong!" Zou Jiaqi also clapped, a flurry of applause, and the atmosphere of the night talk grew increasingly lively.
Zhang Yingxuan laughed, "What do you mean 'you guys are too strong'? It's him, Simon, who's too strong. The design of the model, the modeling data, and even the coloring, he did it all by himself."
"Ohhhhhhhhh--" The onlookers cheered excitedly, "Awesome, awesome!"
Everyone chatted and joked until eleven o'clock at night. Drowsiness set in, and Zhang Yingxuan was the first to say goodbye. Everyone looked at the clock and immediately realized it was late. After saying their goodbyes, they returned to their rooms to rest.
The next morning, each of them received an email on their phone, telling them to go to the office during morning self-study.
An hour later, the four heroes of male dorm 612 gathered in front of the director's office, a rather touching scene.
"Let's go, inside."
"You first, you first."
"No, no, no, you go first."
"I'm not in the same class as you guys, I'll wait here for a bit." Zhang Yingxuan shivered.
Finally, Zou Jiaqi and Wei Changjun both turned their pitiful, pleading gazes to Simon.
Lu: "..."
The Class Teacher of Class One, with her head full of big waves, saw the three boys push and shove their way in. She had been chatting happily with the teacher from the next class, but her face immediately fell, like an Easter Island statue. "You four, not sleeping last night, running around, what were you doing?! Do you know what lights out means?! It means for you to rest and sleep! If you were doing homework in the living room, that would be one thing, but what happened? You turned off the light and were drinking beverages over there. What, very leisurely? Not enough homework, is that it?"
Simon straightened his body, "Teacher, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again!"
The Class Teacher looked Simon up and down. Her icy expression softened. "Simon, I know you're smart, and geniuses always have a bit of arrogance, but your attitude towards admitting fault is really good. This matter is just a reminder for you all..."
At this moment, another group of people entered the office, from several dorms, boys and girls. They each found their respective classes and went to their own Class Teacher for a lecture.
The four from dorm 613 also arrived. Zhou Ping walked up to Simon and respectfully greeted the Class Teacher, "Teacher Wei, hello."
"You too, just like them, still playing cards in the living room. Do you know there are surveillance cameras?! Hand over those cards. I didn't make it clear beforehand that you couldn't play card games in the dorm, so I won't record a demerit for you this time."
The Class Teacher, surnamed Wei, nagged for a while. She was in a good mood today, so her tone wasn't harsh. After a couple of warnings, she let them leave.
Simon secretly looked around and saw Zhang Yingxuan hiding among his classmates, his head bowed.
He went out, only to see Su Xiangli also arriving at the office door. Simon grinned, "Huh? Why were you also invited for tea?"
[Su: Because we were talking about you last night.]
She ignored Simon and walked straight in with her roommate. Simon told Wei Changjun and the other to go back first, and he would wait outside until Su Xiangli came out.
When the two of them returned to the classroom, morning self-study was about to begin. Students were busy handing in their homework. This was a tradition: homework was submitted before morning self-study every day. Those with paper homework submitted their exercise books, and those with electronic homework uploaded their documents. Since the new batch of class cadres had not yet been elected, all homework was handed to the students in the first row.
Speaking of electing class cadres, Simon never participated in his previous life, but in this life, electing class cadres was a challenge mission. Winning would earn him a certain amount of insight points, so he vied for the position of class monitor and received five hundred insight points.
In elementary school, Su Xiangli became a sanitation committee member, proudly ordering him to take out the trash every day. Of course, it was impossible for her to succeed; he would suppress the little girl's resistance with the authority of the class monitor, and Su Xiangli was actually just looking for an excuse to tease Simon.
The Class Teacher had said that there would be a class meeting next Thursday to hold the class cadre elections. Each student had a student tablet, and they could sign up in advance for desired positions. During the class meeting, they would give speeches one by one, and finally, students would cast anonymous votes on their computers to decide the winners.
When Simon played "chinese parents," the class cadre election activity always succeeded. The trick was to speak highly of the teacher when character charm was low, and to self-promote when charm was high. This effectively increased support, and the insight point rewards after a successful election were a very good bonus.
Morning self-study involved reading texts. There was a notification on the tablet that the Chinese Language Teacher said they would be tested on two poems by Li Qingzhao during class, so students who hadn't memorized them yet had to cram.
Su Xiangli held her book upright, blocking her face to avoid being seen slacking off by the Class Teacher peering in from the doorway. She turned her head and softly whistled, attracting Simon's attention.
"Do you want to run for class cadre?"
"Yes."
"Still want to be class monitor?"
"No, it's too tiring. I'll be a publicity committee member. Making blackboard newspapers is good enough." Simon leaned on his desk, looking at the blackboard at the back of the classroom. This thing was an electronic display screen, so he could draw pictures online and transfer them directly, avoiding getting covered in dust.
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