You'll Regret It

You'll Regret It

After the bell rang, Shan Qingrong entered the classroom, stood at the podium, and began taking attendance.

After calling through the list once, there were fifty-two students in the class, with fifty-one present. Song Sheng was absent.

The students also realized Song Sheng was missing. Thanks to his inexplicable screams during military training and the fight in class, he had an extremely strong presence. There was no one in Class 8 who didn't know his name.

Shan Qingrong knew the reason. Early that morning, Song Sheng's parents had called to say he had broken his leg in a fall and would be taking a month off.

School had not even started yet, and one student was already gone. Shan Qingrong found it strangely unsettling.

With a wave of his hand, Shan Qingrong called out, "Boys in the last three rows, come with me to Building No. 2 to move the books."

At the start of school, many tall boys naturally sat toward the back of the classroom, so Shan Qingrong's selection made perfect sense.

Thus, Guo Kunnan, Shan Kaiquan, Hu Jun, Ma Shicheng, and the others seated in the back followed Shan Qingrong outside. Jiang Ning was among them.

When Geng Lu saw Jiang Ning leave, she even made a hand gesture at him.

Although Huang Zhongfei sat near the front, he raised his hand to say that he would help move the books too. Faced with such an eager student, Shan Qingrong agreed on the spot.

"The rest of you, stay and study on your own." After leaving those words behind, Shan Qingrong left as well.

There was no way anyone was going to quietly study on their own, especially Wang Yong. He sat in the third row and did not have to move books. Taking advantage of the opportunity, he remembered the task Lin Zida had given him.

Wang Yong set his sights on Dong Qingfeng and tried to gather information. "Qingfeng, Song Sheng didn't come today. Do you know what happened to him?"

Hearing Wang Yong's question, Dong Qingfeng glanced at him. They were desk mates, and Wang Yong came from a decent family. Dong Qingfeng felt they were on the same level and could become friends in the future, so he said:

"I don't know, but it would be best if someone like Song Sheng never came to school."

Although Dong Qingfeng was not afraid of Song Sheng, he did not want to provoke that madman either. After all, madmen did not listen to reason.

"Oh, okay." Wang Yong had not held out much hope to begin with. He was only using this to open the conversation.

He glanced around and saw that everyone else was chatting, with no one paying attention to his side, so he continued asking:

"Oh, right. Did Jiang Ning have any conflicts with Song Sheng? Like during military training?"

Dong Qingfeng found it strange that Wang Yong was suddenly asking about this, but he happened to know something.

"I guess they did." His tone was somewhat uncertain.

Wang Yong's eyes lit up. What an unexpected surprise!

"What conflict?"

Dong Qingfeng had a good memory. After thinking for a moment, he said, "On the first day of military training, Instructor Li had us march in step. We did it wrong, and Instructor Li asked us a question, but no one in class answered."

"Instructor Li kept yelling, and Jiang Ning said, 'Understood.' Only then did the other students follow and say, 'Understood.'"

"You remember that, right?" Dong Qingfeng said. After all, military training had only ended a few days ago.

"Yeah, I remember. Instructor Li was too fierce then. No one dared answer." As Wang Yong carefully recalled it, he realized that Jiang Ning really was unusual. Even in that situation, he had still dared to speak up.

Dong Qingfeng said, "After Jiang Ning answered 'Understood,' Song Sheng said something privately, mocking Jiang Ning for always sticking his neck out. Anyway, it wasn't anything nice."

"I was standing nearby at the time, so I heard it clearly. Jiang Ning definitely heard it too, but he didn't say anything."

"Then Song Sheng suddenly went crazy and started screaming." Dong Qingfeng sighed.

"It really was karma."

"Maybe Song Sheng didn't come today because he went crazy." He cursed.

After hearing this, Wang Yong's gaze shifted. He firmly memorized everything, intending to find Lin Zida after class and repeat it to him.

He could have simply sent Lin Zida a message on QQ, but he still decided to go make himself familiar. Talking face-to-face was the best way to build a relationship.

The students who had gone to move the textbooks returned before long. Jiang Ning carried a stack of books, looking completely ordinary.

Under normal circumstances, Jiang Ning did not like drawing attention. He only wanted to cultivate immortality in peace and quiet.

As the textbooks were handed out, thick mountains of books piled up on the desks.

Ma Shicheng and the others were thrilled. With books to hide behind, playing on their phones during class would be even more discreet in the future. Wouldn't that be awesome?

"Alright, you've received your books, right? Next, we'll choose the class officers."

"Class Monitor, Class Committee Member, Study Committee Member, Sports Committee Member, and Arts Committee Member."

Shan Qingrong briefly explained the duties of each class officer before saying, "Anyone who wants to be a class officer can come up and give a speech now. In the end, the candidates will be decided based on the number of raised hands. If no one runs for a position, I'll appoint someone myself." A smile hung on Shan Qingrong's round face.

As soon as Shan Qingrong finished speaking, the classroom erupted into chatter.

"Nan Bro, aren't you going up to run for Class Monitor? Then this whole area will be under your protection," Ma Shicheng said.

Why would Guo Kunnan want to be Class Monitor? He was still planning to play games during class in the future!

"Forget it. I think you'd be good at it. You're smooth-talking, so why don't you go up and run?" he said.

Ma Shicheng did want to run, but he could not bring himself to do it. Speaking in front of the entire class felt too awkward.

"Jiang Ning, I think you could try for Sports Committee Member. You're physically fit, and your military posture is standard," Ma Shicheng said. Jiang Ning had not fought him over the Wi-Fi earlier, which had made him very pleased, so he wanted to give Jiang Ning a little push.

Shan Kaiquan chimed in, "True. My Brother Ning can give it a try."

Jiang Ning declined. As Sports Committee Member, he would have to organize the class for exercises every day, lead everyone while running at the front, record students who missed the exercises and report them to the Class Teacher, and be busy with all sorts of things whenever there was a sports day. He had no interest in it.

While the class was buzzing, Shen Qing'e left her seat and walked up to the podium.

Seeing someone go up, Ma Shicheng quickly looked over.

Shen Qing'e wore her hair in a ponytail, pairing an off-white T-shirt with denim shorts. Beneath her pale legs were a pair of white sneakers. She looked youthful and bright.

"Ma Ge, out of ten, what score would you give her?" Guo Kunnan muttered.

Ma Shicheng glanced at her. "Minus one for her face, minus two for her figure. I'll give her a seven."

"Whoa, you deducted that much for her figure? I think it's great. She's slim—I like that type." Guo Kunnan disagreed.

"You don't understand." Ma Shicheng put on a profound air.

"Kaiquan, what do you think?" Guo Kunnan asked again.

"I think she's pretty. I'd give her a nine. She's my type," Shan Kaiquan said.

Hu Jun, who had an honest-looking face, spoke up. "I think six is the absolute maximum."

Even Ma Shicheng was stunned this time. He considered himself to have high standards, and even his score of seven had been low. Yet Hu Jun had given her a six. Curious, he asked:

"Jun Ge, what kind do you like?"

Hu Jun answered calmly, "Older ones."

"How old?" Ma Shicheng pressed.

"Over thirty-five."

Ma Shicheng, Guo Kunnan, and Shan Kaiquan were all dumbfounded.

"You're fucking something else."

While they were chatting, Shen Qing'e finished her speech, and applause broke out below. Ma Shicheng joined in clapping.

"By the way, what class officer position was Shen Qing'e running for again?"

They looked at one another. Jiang Ning answered at just the right moment, "Arts Committee Member."

Shan Qingrong spoke up. "Any other students running for Arts Committee Member?"

Another girl went up from below. It was Geng Lu, who sat in front of Jiang Ning.

Geng Lu gave a brief introduction of herself.

After waiting another minute, no other students stepped forward, so Shan Qingrong had everyone vote by raising their hands.

Shen Qing'e narrowly defeated Geng Lu.

Shan Qingrong made the decision. "Shen Qing'e will serve as Arts Committee Member."

Beside the words Arts Committee Member on the blackboard, he wrote Shen Qing'e's name.

"Wow, Qing'e, you really got elected?" Yu Wen said excitedly.

Listening to her desk mate, Shen Qing'e revealed a reserved smile. Though she was delighted inside, she did not show it on her face.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced toward the corner where Jiang Ning sat. It was still a noisy, chaotic place, utterly inconspicuous, while her own side had become the center of the class.

This filled her with even greater satisfaction.

See, Jiang Ning. School has barely started, and I'm already ahead of you.

The gap between us will only grow wider in the future. One day, you'll regret changing your affections today beyond measure.

When that time comes, no matter how much pain you're in, I won't spare you a single word!

She imagined Jiang Ning's future expression, heartbroken and filled with regret over what he had done.

At that moment, Shen Qing'e actually felt a thrill of revenge.