Chapter 1: Are you sick?

  He thought that as long as he mentioned this matter in a joking tone, he could block Tang Zhong's path to the stage.

  Since Tang Zhong took office, Lu Yifei knew that things had gone wrong and he had made a fatal mistake.

  When Li Qiang asked for Tang Chong's opinion, he shouldn't have spoken out himself no matter what - because that would give people the feeling that he was making decisions on Tang Chong's behalf. Although Tang Chong had indeed told him to give up performing.

  He didn't understand why he had to do that, when Li Qiang asked Tang Chong, his heart was already in his throat, and then he didn't give himself any time to think, he just said it out.

  He is afraid of him.

  He was afraid he would be persuaded by Li Qiang, he was afraid he would stand up, he was afraid he would become the class monitor.

  The class leader is just a springboard, a supporting point for jumping to a higher position.

  As expected, Tang Chong's words were filled with murderous intent.

  Although he didn't specifically say who the person was that warned him, his eyes were fixed on himself, and all of his classmates in the class also knew that he was referring to himself.

  Being stared at by those piercing eyes, he felt a chill run down his spine.

  The body feels cold and the skin is tight, as if it were extremely dry due to dehydration.

  "Gulp-" He swallowed hard.

  I think I really need to rehydrate myself.

  Tang Zhong's eyes stared at a certain corner below the stage, with a smile on his face, but that smile didn't make people feel good or close to him.

  "In this world, there is only one person who can make decisions for me." Tang Zhong said.

  "It's too bad," he said with a wave of his finger. "That person is not you."

  "My name is Tang Chong. I want to be class monitor."

  Having finished speaking, Tang Zhong stepped down from the podium.

  The atmosphere on the scene was silent for a moment, and then the classroom erupted in thunderous applause.

  Some people screamed and others pounded their fists on the table.

  Overbearing. Powerful. Cool to the point of being heartbreaking.

  Young people worship heroes and yearn to be heroes. Now that such a powerful figure has emerged, it just satisfies the fantasy in their hearts.

  How could they not support their own idol?

  Lu Yifei's face turned iron-green, his hands clenched tightly into fists, and his fingernails pierced the flesh without him noticing.

  Li Qiang looked at Tang Chong with a mixture of surprise and helplessness in his eyes.

  This Tang Zhong, why is his aggressiveness so strong?

  "Is there anyone else who wants to come up and run?" Li Qiang asked with a smile.

  No one answered.

  "Is there nobody else? If there's nobody, then we'll have to vote." Li Qiang said with a smile.

  He went out and brought in two student cadres from the institute.

  One male and one female, among whom that male student Tang Chong also knew, was surprisingly the 'master' Wang Aiguo who had received him when he came to school to report.

  Li Qiang pointed to Wang Aiguo and the female classmate, saying: "Li Lu is the Minister of Student Life Department of the Institute's Student Union, Comrade Wang Aiguo is the Minister of the Disciplinary Inspection Department. Now, let Li Lu sing for everyone, Wang Aiguo will be in charge of counting votes --- I'll supervise the vote. Does anyone have any objections?"

  "No objection." Everyone responded in unison.

  Li Qiang smiled and said, "Okay. The names of all the candidates and their positions are written on the blackboard. Everyone take out paper and pen to vote for the person you support - this is a secret ballot. I'll go collect the votes later."

  Some people were well-prepared and brought paper and pen. Others came empty-handed and could only borrow from other classmates.

  After a while, everyone had filled in the suitable candidates for each position in their minds. Li Qiang went down to collect the votes and then handed them over to Li Lu.

  Li Lu took over the vote and started counting the votes.

  Master Wang Aiguo wiped the blackboard clean and wrote down the names of everyone who had received votes. If someone received consecutive votes, he would write the character "zhèng" after their name.

  The forty ballots were quickly read out and the result of the vote was a big surprise.

  Tang Zhong got 36 votes, which means that out of the 40 students in the class, only four did not vote for him as class monitor.

  Behind his name, a long row of 'positive' characters followed. Those positive characters seemed to be a carnivorous beast, swallowing Lu Yifei's body bit by bit. They also looked like ghostly faces, grinning coldly at Lu Yifei.

  Wang Aiguo was shocked to look at Tang Chong, thinking that their class monitor had already gotten 24 votes, which was unexpected by everyone. In the election history of Nanda, except for one who got 100% support from all classmates, only Tang Chong's vote count was the most terrifying.

  The second most votes was Jiao Nanxin, who ran for the art committee and got 27 votes. Although she didn't perform well during military training and many boys didn't even recognize her, because of her pretty face, the boys were still happy to elect a pretty girl as the class image ambassador.

  Hua Ming ran for the position of Sports Commissioner and received 16 votes. This number is still much higher than that of other candidates, possibly mainly because his campaign slogan "thick-skinned, hardworking and capable of doing heavy work" moved everyone.

  Lu Yifei got a rather embarrassing number of votes, which can basically be ignored by people.

  Because he is running for class president. In other words, if everyone chooses Tang Chong as the class president, then they can't vote for him anymore.

  "Let's welcome the newly elected class committee with warm applause." Li Qiang said with a smile, taking the lead in applauding.

  Everyone gave warm applause to these successful people. Whether it was success or failure, for them, it was a precious opportunity to exercise.

  At least they stood on the podium.

  Li Qiang found a dozen boys to go with him to the teaching office to pick up their textbooks, while other students waited in the classroom for book distribution.

  "Good job! Congratulations!"

  "Is the class monitor going to treat us?"

  "Class monitor, one of those 36 votes is mine, you know! --- I didn't make a declaration, only a warning. Geez, this is too overbearing. You don't know, after hearing that sentence, my blood was boiling and I almost slammed my hand on the table."

  Everyone sincerely expressed their blessings to Tang Chong, and Tang Chong also smiled and got along with them.

  Hua Ming looked at Tang Chong's expression and smiled behind him with a big mouth open.

  After others had almost finished congratulating, he rushed up and grabbed Tang Chong's shoulder, saying: "Do you know why all those girls voted for you? Because they all knew that you and I have a good relationship-----"

  The prison has produced a lot of 'talents', but Tang Chong really hasn't found anyone more shameless than Hua Ming.

  Back in the dormitory, Liang Tao and Li Yu heard that Tang Chong had become a class leader, and they were also happy to celebrate with him.

  Liang Tao patted his chest and said: "Today is a day worth celebrating. Come on, school cafeteria, I'm treating."

  Since Tang Chong and others accepted Liang Tao's friendship, the general bill for eating out was usually taken care of by Liang Tao, this LV display rack.

  On the third tennis court, a slender figure was swinging her racket with great force.

  She was a beautiful girl, so beautiful that it's hard to describe all her qualities with specific adjectives or sentences.

  She was wearing white sports shorts and a red polo shirt. On her feet were a pair of white sports shoes, in her hand she grasped a tennis racket, fiercely hitting the tennis ball that had been bounced back from the wall.

  Her shot fell short. The tennis ball whizzed past her side and flew backwards.

  "Bang."

  A loud crash was heard from behind.

  The girl turned around and saw a tall and thin boy wearing glasses walking towards her with a tennis ball in his hand, which was the one she had just dropped.

  The girl didn't seem surprised at all and said, "We've met again. Mingli Lake, the third floor of the Sixth Canteen's stir-fry, the third borrowing room on the third floor of the library, and here... you must say it's just a coincidence, right?"

  "It's a coincidence." Táng Zhòng said with a smile. He just happened to see Táng Xīn's diary.

  "This answer is really disappointing," said Su Shan. "If you could change your response, you should be able to add a lot of points."

  "That can't deceive you either." Tang Zhong replied seriously.

  Su Shan smiled and said, "This sentence is correct."

  Tang Chong tossed over the tennis ball he had just caught and said, "Want me to play a couple of sets with you?"

  "Alright, losers buy midnight snacks." Su Shan agreed readily.

  "Is this an invitation?" Tang Chong adjusted his glasses frame, which was too big and almost fell off.

  Su Shan wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood still, quietly looking at Tang Chong, shaking his head and saying: "You're not my type."

  "It's really a waste of effort. I went to so much trouble to coincidentally meet you, and it was all for nothing." Tang Zhong said with a smirk. He didn't feel like he had suffered any blow, because he had seen Su Shan's requirements for her boyfriend in Tang Xin's diary.

  He is not the kind of person she wants. And he has no intention of making any changes for this either.

  "Do you have a racket?" Su Shan asked.

  "No." Tang pointed to another racket placed aside and said: "Can't I borrow it for use?"

  Su Shan's face fell and she said: "This racket was given by a very good friend of mine. She had to leave temporarily because of some things..."

  Tang Chong crouched down and pulled out a racket from his bag, gently stroking it with his hand.

  This is Tang Xin's racket, every Monday evening at 8 o'clock she and Su San go to the third tennis court for an hour of tennis. The third tennis court is not usually open to outsiders, but Su San has a key to the tennis court.

  "I'll play with you." Tong Chong said with a smile. "Wait until she comes back."

  Looking at Tang Zhong's warm and gentle smile, Su Shan had a very familiar feeling.

  She was on guard against everyone, but this man in front of her made him inexplicably feel at ease.