Facing Chris's polite request, Mr. Angerson wisely stepped aside, gesturing for Chris to proceed.
Teaching this class was just a way to make a living; he didn't expect to cultivate any outstanding students to boost his performance.
Therefore, his teaching was merely to give an account to the principal; he paid no attention to classroom discipline, and he didn't even care if everyone was present.
Now that Chris, a seemingly influential fellow, was about to speak, he naturally agreed and stepped aside, preparing to see what the other party intended to do.
Chris looked at the twenty or thirty people in the class, all staring at him dumbfounded, their quiet and focused demeanor greatly surprising Mr. Angerson.
He had never seen these students so attentive during his usual classes.
This made Angerson look at Chris's muscular physique, then at his own scrawny appearance, and he suddenly had the idea of working out.
He just didn't know if it was still possible for him, at his age and build, to become a big, strong man.
As Angerson pondered the possibility of developing large muscles, Chris also began to speak loudly: "Through what happened to Johnny just now, I realized a major issue concerning all students, an issue that compelled me to consider running for Student Council President.
Therefore, I, Chris, hereby call upon my fellow students to help me campaign for Student Council President, so that I may have the opportunity and ability to resolve this problem that is closely related to everyone."
At this point, some of the clever ones had already guessed what Chris wanted to say; their expressions suddenly became excited, and a few individuals even wanted to shout and cheer for Chris.
However, Chris also noticed these few excited students and gestured for them not to get agitated yet, but to wait for him to finish speaking.
The majority, though, still had no idea what Chris was talking about; they continued to listen to Chris speak with dull expressions, not daring to make the slightest movement.
Chris also knew that these were the majority of the voters, so he made his point clear: "This problem is campus bullying! I believe most of you have experienced campus bullying, from elementary school to junior high, and now to high school and even future college."
"Some of you might be the bullies, while others are the bullied. I know many of you are forced by circumstances to bully others, to escape being bullied yourselves.
But it's undeniable that this might not stem from your true intentions; the campus environment forces you, making you feel compelled to do so."
Listening to Chris's narration, everyone in the class was lost in thought, and even Mr. Angerson, the teacher standing by, recalled his own student days.
He was one of the bullied, as Chris described, at the bottom of the campus social hierarchy from elementary school to university, where everyone could pick on him.
Even after entering the workforce, people around him subtly excluded him; otherwise, he wouldn't have come to teach in this notoriously bad class, known throughout the school.
Angerson, with his personal experience, secretly wept, while the students, who were only in high school and hadn't yet fully developed their worldview, didn't feel it as deeply.
After all, except for a few bullied nerds, most of them were troublemakers; they were the ones who bullied others, so no one bullied them.
It was just bad luck today that they ran into a tough opponent, which forced them to listen obediently.
Speaking of which, were they being bullied by Chris?
A few quick-witted troublemakers thought absently, then saw Chris wave his hand, stirring up a strong gust of wind.
Such a fantastical scene immediately made the distracted troublemakers settle down again.
Chris then said solemnly: "So, in order to change this environment, to allow all students to be themselves, and even more so, for the future of this country!
I, Chris Griffin, have decided to start by running for Student Council President, and step by step, change the campus atmosphere of our Yuanha Town.
I hope everyone will vote for me, give me an opportunity to help everyone, and I will certainly not disappoint you!"
After Chris finished his sincere speech, the students who had suffered from bullying applauded with tears in their eyes, and even Mr. Angerson joined in the appreciative applause.
Only the confused troublemakers, intimidated by Chris's presence, hastily followed suit and clapped.
But they completely failed to understand what Chris had said, only remembering that Chris wanted to be Student Council President and similar remarks.
"Thank you for your trust, students, and thank you, Teacher Angerson!" Chris bowed forward, completing the act, and thanked the middle-aged teacher beside him, who had tear stains at the corners of his eyes.
"No, no, Chris, it is I who should thank you. If only I had you during my student days... Never mind, let's not talk about those things." Angerson pinched his nose, suppressing the emotions that had long accumulated in his heart, and let out a sincere sigh.
But no sooner had he begun to speak than he swallowed his words; after all, so many years had passed, what good would it do to talk about those things now?
It was better to cherish the present and see if this young man could change the tragedy of his own past, allowing what happened to him to manifest here.
Thinking about how he could help Chris, Teacher Angerson deliberated and asked, "I wonder, Chris, have you found a recommending teacher yet? An ordinary student who wants to run directly for Student Council President needs a teacher's recommendation. Do you know any teachers well?"
"...I wonder if I could trouble you, Mr. Angerson? As I just said, if it weren't for Johnny's actions, I wouldn't have had this idea at all." Chris was momentarily stunned, then quickly found an excuse.
After all, he genuinely didn't know what preparations were needed to run for Student Council President, but he couldn't just tell the truth, as that would turn his entire speech into a joke.
Angerson, however, didn't think in that direction; he looked at Chris's size and nodded self-righteously, clearly having misunderstood.
In Angerson's view, given Chris's physique, it was already good if he didn't actively bully others; why would anyone be so foolish as to provoke him?
Perhaps if Johnny hadn't rashly cursed out loud today, Chris probably wouldn't even know what it felt like to be bullied, right?
The more Angerson thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed, and he sighed, thinking Chris was truly a kind-hearted child, then nodded and said, "I will help you deliver the recommendation letter to the principal, but as for canvassing votes among students, I can't help with that."
As he spoke, the dismissal bell rang.
Normally, at this time, the students in the class would have already scattered, showing no respect to any teacher.
But today, Chris was standing at the podium; the good students were still pondering Chris's campaign speech, while the bad students were awed by his strength.
Therefore, they all sat obediently in their seats.
Seeing such a sight, Mr. Angerson sighed with a smile and called out to Chris, "Good luck! I look forward to your successful election. I'll be leaving now."
Looking at another man he had captivated, Chris lamented that his succubus attribute seemed to have grown stronger.
Then he walked up to Johnny and said coldly, "Let's go! It's time to talk about how you'll repay me."
Johnny, whose backside had been hurting for half the class and whose face was now pale, dared not disobey and quickly followed Chris out of the classroom.
And the few individuals Chris had stared at earlier also dared not make any small moves, all honestly following behind.
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