Going back to sleep is out of the question; Zhang Zhaomu isn't that shameless.
For the rest of the time, he sat up straight and tried his best to appear as if he was listening attentively to the lesson.
Thankfully it was a Chinese class, so at least I could understand it.
As soon as the bell rang, he obediently followed Chen Yongchao to the teachers' office.
"I'll participate in the Teachers' Day themed class meeting, but I won't interfere." Chen Yongchao leaned back in his chair, his expression somewhat lazy. "Anyway, you're fully responsible for planning and organizing it. As long as it fits the core theme of Teachers' Day and is acceptable to the school leaders who are inspecting the school, that's fine."
"As for whether or not to invite other teachers, and whether they are willing to come, that's your decision."
"Okay, Teacher Chen." Zhang Zhaomu nodded. "I will try my best to unite the class and make this class meeting a success."
Although he really didn't have much experience in this area, he still had to say the right things.
"There's one thing to keep in mind," Chen Yongchao reminded everyone. "The school discourages giving gifts to teachers, and don't come here with flowers or anything like that—it's all show and no substance. Class funds should be used for more important purposes; don't add unnecessary financial burdens to your classmates."
Although most of the students in Class 9 come from relatively well-off families, there are indeed some from impoverished backgrounds.
Zhang Zhaomu nodded again.
Chen Yongchao then mentioned a few points to note regarding the class meeting, before suddenly changing the subject, saying, "We've all been together for a week now, and I'm sure you're quite familiar with my style."
"Your future is your own. As long as you don't disturb others in class, I'll turn a blind eye even if you don't want to listen."
"However, you've been a bit too unrestrained these past few days. Some of your teachers have already told me that you're basically sleeping through every class."
"You like sleeping so much, how about I give you a leave of absence so you can go home and get enough sleep before coming back to school?"
Zhang Zhaomu immediately felt embarrassed.
Clearly, even Chen Yongchao, who was known for his lax management, couldn't stand his behavior over the past two days.
He quickly replied, " Teacher Chen, I will definitely be more careful from now on."
"You'd better watch yourself." Chen Yongchao waved his hand. "Don't think that just because you can earn a little money at school, studying isn't important. You're not a student with special talents. Don't let your college entrance exam results come out and you won't even be able to get into a vocational college."
"That's settled then. Go back and think it over carefully."
Zhang Zhaomu walked out of the office and gave a wry smile.
He didn't think studying was unimportant; the main problem was that he just couldn't concentrate on it.
He's okay with subjects like Chinese or history, but subjects like math and English give him a headache just looking at them, let alone studying them seriously.
Physiological resistance.
"Forget it, no matter how hard I study, I can't catch up with Academic Ace like Chen Zhenzhen anyway."
After a moment's thought, Zhang Zhaomu came to terms with it.
Being a lazy bum is fine; there's no need to force yourself to do things you don't want to do.
"Let's think of a way to deal with tomorrow's class meeting..."
This was the real headache. Zhang Zhaomu had never organized a class meeting before, and his mind was a complete mess.
He took out his phone and searched online for Teacher's Day class meeting activity plans. They basically all started by introducing the origin of Teacher's Day, and then expressed gratitude to teachers through recitation, speech or singing.
"That's not difficult. Performing is one of our classmates' strengths."
Let alone a simple class meeting, even if it were a serious evening party, the students with special talents in the class wouldn't need to prepare in advance; they could rattle off a complete program in no time.
"The host for managing the event is also easy to find; we can just select them from students specializing in broadcasting and hosting."
"We also need to prepare a blackboard display with a Teacher's Day theme in advance, which Xue Jingshu can handle."
As for asking the subject teachers... let the class representatives handle that.
Zhang Zhaomu roughly considered the process, and his thoughts gradually became clearer. This matter did not seem as difficult as he had imagined. In any case, he only needed to plan the process of the class meeting and determine the division of labor for each program. He could leave the rest to his classmates.
If it were a class monitor from another class, they might have to worry about how to motivate their classmates and get everyone to cooperate. But Zhang Zhaomu didn't have that problem. At least the girls in the class were sure to cooperate with her.
Moreover, Class 9 has a unique advantage in terms of talent resources for this kind of activity.
As expected, when Zhang Zhaomu returned to the classroom and suggested that the class meeting the next day needed a few programs related to Teacher's Day, many students immediately signed up, and soon a poetry recitation and two gratitude singing programs were put together.
As for the gift, although Chen Yongchao said he didn't want it, he certainly couldn't really not send one. Considering that he had emphasized that too much class money shouldn't be wasted, Zhang Zhaomu decided to use a homemade greeting card.
Although it's a bit old-fashioned, it's inexpensive and still expresses your feelings.
Zhang Zhaomu spent the entire evening self-study session planning the specific procedures. After completing the entire class meeting plan and confirming that there were no oversights, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.
This feels completely different from winning a game.
After evening self-study, I went to meet Chen Zhenzhen at the entrance of Class 1 as usual.
The girl seemed to be in a good mood, excitedly saying, "Let's have a blast tonight! Tomorrow morning is Teacher's Day class meeting, so I can use that time to catch up on sleep."
"What are your class meeting plans?" Zhang Zhaomu asked curiously.
"Who cares about this?" Chen Zhenzhen pouted. "This kind of thing has nothing to do with me. The class monitor does hope that everyone can put on some performances or something, but nobody pays any attention to him."
"Tsk." Zhang Zhaomu said with a hint of smugness, "Looks like there are differences even among class monitors. My classmates are very cooperative with me."
Chen Zhenzhen was stunned for a moment before realizing that Zhang Zhaomu was bragging.
"I almost forgot you're still the class monitor of Class 9." She rolled her eyes. "No wonder you're suddenly interested in this kind of topic... What? Have you experienced the little bit of power as class monitor and are getting a little carried away?"
"Young comrade, please correct your attitude!" Zhang Zhaomu said sternly, "What do you mean by 'petty power'? I'm serving the people!"
"Still putting on airs, huh?" Chen Zhenzhen scoffed, commenting, "Completely lacking in that air!"
"Tch." Zhang Zhaomu immediately deflated. "Can't you cooperate with me even a little bit?"
" Zhang Zaowan, stop messing around in front of me. You're basically a lazy bum," Chen Zhenzhen said bluntly. "Let's think about what we'll say when we call my mom later."
"Just tell them it's my birthday today and you can stay at my place," Zhang Zhaomu said nonchalantly.
"No, your birthday is March 7th." Chen Zhenzhen shook her head.
"Huh?" Zhang Zhaomu was taken aback. "Isn't my birthday in December?"
"In my mom's eyes, you're March 7th!" Chen Zhenzhen rolled her eyes. "Because you used that excuse that day."