Class Officer Election

Notification: Class officer election voting will be held in Classroom 1021 at 7:30 p.m. this Friday. All students are asked to attend this class meeting on time. @All Members

When Mo Jingchun saw this notice from Counselor Na Jie in the group chat, he scrolled through several pages of "Received" replies.

It looked like Mo Jingchun was among the last few students to see the group notification.

On Friday, a light rain fell over Jing University. Summer's scorching heat had been pushed away by the rain before it could even say goodbye to everyone.

Mo Jingchun usually wore short sleeves in the heat, but when he got up that morning, he found that it was much colder outside than he'd expected. Afraid of getting sick, he put on a light jacket.

As for his little sister, Candy, Mo Jingchun had dressed her in warmer clothes.

After coming back from class in the morning, Mo Jingchun felt much more relaxed. According to his schedule, he had no classes on Friday afternoons.

Having gone a long time without a good night's sleep, Mo Jingchun took a three-hour nap that afternoon with his little sister, Candy.

Mo Jingchun woke up because his little sister stirred him. Otherwise, given how much sleep he'd been missing, he could have slept until dark.

The little one was different. She'd already developed a Biological Clock. She woke up at around ten past three every day, with no more than five minutes' variation.

You could say this was the little one's new skill: a human Alarm Clock.

After waking up, Mo Jingchun washed his face with his little sister, then started tidying the room, putting things away, cleaning, and getting rid of the household trash.

Life was that simple. As for studying, honestly, after a week or two of classes, Mo Jingchun didn't think the coursework was all that hard. To put it a little dramatically, some classes might not even be as difficult as high school textbooks.

Even advanced mathematics, which struck fear into people's hearts—after looking through the textbook, Mo Jingchun realized it wasn't nearly as daunting as everyone made it sound. A lot of the material was just an extension of what they'd learned in high school math.

That evening, when Mo Jingchun left with his little sister, Candy, in his arms and an umbrella over them, it was already dark. Plenty of students had worn short sleeves that morning, but by evening, Mo Jingchun could hardly see anyone still wearing them.

A few upperclasswomen did impress him, though. In weather this cold, they were hugging themselves for warmth, yet still wore short skirts that showed off their long, pale legs.

Of course, even if Mo Jingchun saw them, all he'd do was click his tongue. They didn't know each other, so why should he care if they were cold?

The umbrella he'd bought in high school was a little too small. When he reached the classroom building and folded it up, Mo Jingchun found that the back of his jacket was already soaked. The little one, though, was well protected. She'd been tucked inside his jacket, with only her little head poking out, and not a single raindrop had landed on her.

Maybe because of the cold, the little one was especially clingy today. As long as she was in Mo Jingchun's arms, she gripped his clothes tightly with both hands and pressed her face against his chest.

The reason was simple: it was warm.

Candy wasn't the only one enjoying the warmth. Mo Jingchun was, too.

When Mo Jingchun walked into the classroom with his "big belly," the girls who'd been about to come over and hold the baby saw Candy nestled inside his jacket for warmth and gave up on the idea.

It was obviously warmer inside the jacket than outside. And with the changing weather making it easy to catch a cold, taking Candy out of her cozy "little bed" could mean hearing that she was sick the very next day.

No one wanted that to happen—least of all the girls.

Lately, they'd been putting a lot of effort into looking after the child, using their free time to learn all kinds of childcare tips and basic knowledge from Short Videos.

At around ten past seven, before the meeting's scheduled start at 7:30, Counselor Na Jie walked into the classroom.

Li Na paused when she saw the little head poking out of Mo Jingchun's jacket, then smiled faintly. Who would've thought Mo Jingchun had such a knack for taking care of kids?

After silently counting the students, she saw that two were still missing. Li Na didn't rush to start the meeting, instead walking around the classroom.

Only after all the students had arrived, along with the two assistant class advisers, did Li Na begin the meeting.

"Alright, everyone, quiet down for a moment."

As soon as Li Na spoke, the classroom—which had barely been noisy to begin with—fell silent. Clearly, she'd been giving the few students who'd been whispering the chance to save face instead of calling them out by name.

"Tonight's class meeting is mainly so you can elect your own class officers, which will help ensure that activities and work go smoothly from now on. But before that, I want to talk about something that happened today—something that really upset me."

It was the first time Mo Jingchun had seen Counselor Na Jie angry. Her displeasure was written all over her face. The way she looked toward a certain student in particular proved the saying he'd seen online: you couldn't hide the look in your eyes when you wanted to stab someone.

"College is different from high school. Students are allowed to use their phones here. At Jing University, we've never said you couldn't bring your phone to class. But our minimum requirement is that you put it on silent or turn it off during class. Playing with your phone during class is absolutely not allowed."

"You're all adults. I don't know about the other classes, but there's no one under eighteen in ours."

"You're an adult, so you have to take responsibility for your actions. Some people shouldn't think that just because the material is easy for them, they can skip paying attention in class and play with their phones. I'll tell you this: every year, students get expelled from our university. I don't want that happening in our class, and I'm sure none of you want to be expelled one day, either."

"Playing with your phone would be bad enough, but you were gaming. And on top of that, someone from the Student Union took a picture of you. Don't you feel embarrassed? I won't issue a formal reprimand this time. The person I'm talking about should know who they are."

"Next time, if it happens again, I'll call you out by name and make you write a two-thousand-word self-criticism. Then you'll read it aloud in front of the whole class."

Below the podium, everyone was glancing around. Mo Jingchun alone looked up, sweeping his gaze from the front door to the back.

He'd been sitting in the back row during class that morning, and the back door had been closed. So he was curious how someone from the Student Union had taken the picture.

After glancing around, Mo Jingchun looked at the window halfway along the wall on the hallway side, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

How had someone from the Student Union managed to take a picture through such a high window? It had to be at least two and a half meters off the ground.