Morning self-study.
The sounds of reading filled the classroom. Xue Yuantong was reciting English, while Jiang Ning had just taken a pill and was refining its medicinal power as he read Classical Chinese.
Just then, Jiang Ning's Spiritual Sense detected something unusual. Huang Zhongfei, Hu Jun, and Shen Qing'e walked up to the podium one after another.
Huang Zhongfei made a gesture for silence.
Seeing this, the students' reading gradually faded until the room fell quiet.
Huang Zhongfei spoke first. "I have an announcement. Next Wednesday is New Year's Day. No.4 Middle School doesn't hold one unified New Year's event; each class does its own. So our class will be putting on a New Year's Gala."
Hu Jun picked up, "After discussing it with the class monitor, we've decided to purchase props for the gala as a class—balloons and the like, as well as fruit, snacks, and drinks.
"Each student will pay fifteen yuan for the event. Just pay me. Any excess will be refunded, and any shortfall made up. If anyone has other suggestions, you can talk to me."
Huang Zhongfei nodded in agreement.
Wang Longlong, seated in the last row, watched Huang Zhongfei issue orders from the podium, his eyes turning green with envy.
Such a major class matter, yet there was no place for Wang Longlong in it.
He had not even known about it.
For Wang Longlong, who craved power, this hurt him deeply!
At that moment, how he wished it were Wang Longlong standing at the podium. It was what he had dreamed of.
Not Huang Zhongfei, a man with nothing but looks! The Class 8 class monitor should be someone with talent.
He made a solemn vow that tonight, he would hint at it to Shan Qingrong again and make him appoint him class