Chapter 1889 — Campaigning for Class Monitor
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Wei Zhao and Wang Xinyan looked up along with the rest, and there they saw a yellow-haired fellow and a purple-haired fellow clearing the way in front, while a big bald man swaggered into the classroom, cockier than words could tell—like one of those good-for-nothing young masters of ancient times who brought a pair of lackeys along whenever he went out to stir up trouble.
Seeing this person turn up here, a flicker of something strange passed through Wei Zhao's eyes. He was studying pharmacy too?
Wang Xinyan, however, gave a small start. The man before them was no stranger to her—and it was because of this very man that Wei Zhao had gotten into a confrontation on her behalf during the college entrance exams. This was You Panhu.
You Panhu's appearance had always been thoroughly unappealing, and flanked as he was by Yellow-Hair and Purple-Hair, the students in the room couldn't help but feel a natural sense of dread, unable to fathom why these three thug-like characters had suddenly turned up in their classroom!
You Panhu was quite pleased with the sudden hush that fell over the room. He strode up to the podium and announced with great swagger, "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is You Panhu! When the teacher comes to elect the class monitor in a bit, everyone vote for me and there'll be something in it for you. Otherwise—heh heh..."
Though no one was happy at being threatened by a pack of scoundrels right at the start of term, these three were plainly no good sorts, so for the moment everyone kept their mouths shut and no one dared to talk back.
"Yellow-Hair, hand out the red envelopes!" You Panhu said to the yellow-haired one beside him.
"Yes!" Yellow-Hair nodded, carried a box of red envelopes down the rows, and set it down in front of the first student in the first row!
Though the student understood well enough what You Panhu meant, he didn't dare help himself to a red envelope just then, and sat there frozen, at a loss.
"Damn you, take it when it's handed to you—don't push your luck when someone's being nice!" Yellow-Hair glared, and the terrified student hurriedly fished a red envelope out of the box.
After that, Yellow-Hair went one by one to the other students. They had only just met and had yet to band together, so naturally no one dared resist Yellow-Hair on his own. Seeing that someone had taken an envelope, they all followed suit one after another and picked theirs up...
But when Yellow-Hair came to Wei Zhao, he visibly froze!
He had never once imagined Wei Zhao might be in this classroom, and Wei Zhao was sitting at the end of the third row, hardly conspicuous at all. Now that he saw him, he was struck dumb on the spot!
Wei Zhao looked at Yellow-Hair with a half-smile, though inwardly he was deeply puzzled. Why would You Panhu go to such lengths to win a class monitor post? By all rights, the offspring of these hidden families came to study here with the attitude of treating the world as a playground. That he should actually care about a position like class monitor struck Wei Zhao as truly odd!
After all, a university class monitor was hardly a plum job. Like a dorm head, it meant liaising between the advisor, the lecturers, the student union, and the students of the class—a thankless drudgery with no pay, to put it bluntly.
Of course, it sounded impressive, and it was good training in one's organizational skills, with no small benefit for stepping into the working world later.
Only, what use was such a position to You Panhu? (To be continued)