OBS Chapter 272 Bewitching People
Chapter 272 Bewitching People
Both men and women have finished introducing themselves.
Zhou Jin had just finished his phone call and walked in.
He stood on the podium, put his phone in his pocket, and glanced at the audience.
"We just received a notification that one student can only register tomorrow due to family issues. We'll leave her be for now."
He paused for a moment, "Military training starts the day after tomorrow, so we need to elect a substitute squad leader and a branch secretary to facilitate the work during this period."
He glanced around again. "Who's interested?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised both hands at the same time.
Xia Rou held her hand high, like a flagpole.
Song Huan raised her hand at a measured pace.
Zhou Jin was taken aback.
In all his years as a counselor, this was the first time he had ever seen two students volunteer to be class monitor.
He glanced at Xia Rou, then at Song Huan.
"Who wants to go first?"
Xia Rou was about to speak when Song Huan spoke first.
He smiled and said casually, "Ladies first."
Zhou Jin nodded and looked at Xia Rou.
Xia Rou didn't refuse; she stood up gracefully and walked onto the podium.
She stood at the podium, took a deep breath, and began to deliver her campaign manifesto.
"Hello everyone, my name is Xia Rou. I'm running for class monitor because I've served as class monitor in both junior high and high school, and I have plenty of management experience. If elected, I will take every task seriously and be a good bridge between teachers and students. I hope you will support me."
She spoke very seriously, emphasizing each word.
His gaze was as resolute as someone joining the Party!
But the students below weren't very interested.
Some people were slumped over the table, some were scrolling through their phones, and some were staring blankly out the window.
They're all college students, who's going to fall for that anymore?
I'm so tired of hearing the same old official rhetoric from junior high and high school.
Xia Rou also sensed it, and her voice grew softer and softer, until finally, her confidence waned.
But she still proudly raised her chin, finished speaking, bowed, and stepped off the stage.
The applause was sparse, polite, and courteous, as if saying "not bad, not bad."
She walked back to her seat, sat down, lowered her head, and drew circles on the table with her finger.
I feel a little frustrated.
[They don't want to hear it.]
[Was I being too formal?]
[But isn't that how a class monitor should act?]
Upon hearing this, Song Huan shook her head inwardly. University is not like high school; saying something like that is definitely not acceptable.
Zhou Jin looked at Song Huan, "Next."
Song Huan stood up and walked onto the podium.
He stood in front of the podium with a faint smile on his face, looking more like he was chatting with an old friend than running for class monitor.
He glanced down and spoke.
"Hello everyone, my name is Song Huan. I've already introduced myself, so I won't repeat myself."
"I know people don't want to hear those official lines. I don't want to say them either."
He paused for a moment, and then all eyes slowly turned to him.
"I'll just say a few practical things."
He held up one finger.
"First, if I become the class monitor, I will not keep track of everyone's attendance."
The classroom fell silent.
Everyone looked up at him.
Zhang Yang and Liu Yu exchanged a glance, their eyes lighting up.
Song Huan continued, "If the teacher asks, I'll say the whole class is here. Unless you're really unlucky and get caught by the teacher on the spot, then there's nothing I can do."
Some people below laughed.
Song Huan raised her second finger.
"Secondly, I will not force anyone to participate in any activities. Whether it's a sports meet, a party, or a lecture, you can go if you want, or you can skip it if you don't. If there aren't enough spots, I'll fill in myself."
The laughter grew louder, and some people started clapping.
Song Huan raised her third finger.
"Third, I don't usually interfere with everyone. You can do whatever you want, as long as it doesn't affect others, I won't mind."
He paused for a moment, then said, "But if you encounter any problems, whether it's related to your studies or your life, as long as you come to me, I will do my best to help."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word was steady: "In short, I can guarantee with my own hands that if I become class monitor, I will grant everyone the maximum freedom and authority within my capabilities!"
"That's my campaign manifesto. I'm done."
He bowed.
The classroom was silent for a moment, then applause surged up like a tide.
It wasn't the kind of polite, courteous applause; it came from the bottom of my heart, the kind that you just had to applaud.
Some people clapped until their hands were red, but they kept clapping.
Zhang Yang clapped the loudest; his hand was almost worn out from clapping.
Liu Yu also took photos, a smile on his face.
Shen Yan leaned back in his chair and patted the chair twice.
Zhou Jin stood to the side, watching this scene, pushed up his glasses, and the light in his eyes changed.
[This kid...]
Xia Rou sat in her seat with her hands on her knees, and did not take any pictures.
She looked at the person on the podium, her heart filled with mixed emotions.
I can't quite describe the feeling.
She bit her lip, looked away, and stared at the table.
[hateful!]
The voting has begun.
Zhou Jin stood on the podium and cleared his throat.
"Alright, let's start voting now. Raise your hand if you support Xia Rou as class monitor."
Xia Rou's heart skipped a beat.
She looked down, and saw hands raised one by one.
Most of the girls in the front row raised their hands. Only a handful of the boys in the back row did.
Zhou Jin counted them once.
"Seventeen votes."
Xia Rou's heart skipped a beat.
Seventeen votes.
There were fifty students in the class, and seventeen votes were cast.
Her fingers curled up on her knees, her nails digging into her palms.
Zhou Jin spoke up again, "Those who support Song Huan as class monitor, raise your hands."
As soon as he finished speaking, the boys in the back row all raised their hands in unison, like a forest that had suddenly sprung up.
The girls in the front row looked at each other, and some of them raised their hands.
One, two, three... and more and more.
Zhou Jin counted it once, and then counted it again.
"Forty votes."
The classroom was silent for a moment, then cheers erupted from the back row.
Zhang Yang was the first to stand up, patted Song Huan on the shoulder, and his smile stretched almost to his ears.
Xia Rou sat in her seat, head down, looking at her hands.
Seventeen votes.
Forty votes.
More than double the difference.
Zhou Jin stood on the podium, looked at the number of votes in his hand, and then looked down at the audience.
"In that case, Song Huan will serve as the substitute squad leader."
He paused for a moment, then glanced around again.
"Next, we'll elect a branch secretary. Is anyone willing to volunteer?"
The classroom fell silent.
No one raised their hands.
Zhou Jin waited a few seconds, then asked again.
Still no one.
He glanced at Song Huan, then at the list.
"Since there's no one else, let Xia Rou take on the role of Youth League Secretary concurrently."
Xia Rou paused for a moment, then remained silent.
He closed the list. "Alright, that's enough for the first class meeting. Everyone, get some rest today. We'll prepare for military training the day after tomorrow."
The people in the classroom began to leave.
Zhang Yang put his arm around Song Huan's neck and walked out, shouting, "I have to treat everyone tonight."
Liu Yu followed behind, adjusted his glasses, and said, "Yes, class monitor, it's your treat."
Shen Yan walked at the very back and, unusually, called out, "The class monitor is treating!"
Song Huan was dragged away by them, feeling both amused and exasperated.
As he reached the door, he glanced back.
Xia Rou remained seated, head down, motionless.