When they heard that Yang Sheng had become class representative, everyone in the class stood up to applaud, and some even cheered.
It wasn't that the others didn't want Guan Qian to become class representative. Yang Sheng simply had more personal charisma than she did.
"Yes!" Meng Zhen pumped his fist excitedly.
While everyone was cheering noisily, he slipped over to Lin Feixue.
"We're celebrating our boss becoming class representative tonight. Want to join us for a drink?"
Lin Feixue asked in confusion, "If you're celebrating Yang Sheng becoming class representative, why invite me for a drink?"
It's not like I normally have any other excuse to take you out drinking, Meng Zhen thought.
"It's a happy occasion! My treat!"
Meanwhile, the other boys in the class gathered around Yang Sheng.
"Brother Yang, what you said just now was amazing. You're my role model."
"Class rep, Fist Class Two will be counting on you to steer the ship from now on. You've got to take us further."
Yang Sheng nodded to each of those who came to congratulate him.
Then he looked past the crowd and saw Guan Qian slumped over her desk, her shoulders shaking.
He shook his head slightly.
Actually, Guan Qian was very well suited to being a deputy.
At China Martial Arts University, the position of class representative was extremely important. It required not only social finesse, but also considerable personal strength.
That was also the main reason most other classes chose students from the Preparatory Class as their representatives.
On that point alone, Guan Qian was already unqualified.
Her strength was average, and her performance in the China Martial Arts University Cup had been nothing more than ordinary.
If Guan Qian were to lead the class in securing more honors and resources, many people would