Chapter 57: Replace Zou Yong as Class Monitor?
To be fair, Zou Yong fighting for his future wasn’t wrong in itself.
And if Lin Feng hadn’t been here today,
they probably would have had to give up their spot.
After all, the other party even brought the student council president.
But after Lin Feng shut everything down,
the gap between him and Zou Yong was instantly clear.
"Song Yaqi, you have the head teacher’s contact info, right?"
"Tell the head teacher we want to replace Zou Yong!"
"A guy like that doesn’t deserve to be our class president!"
"That’s right, I also support replacing Zou Yong!"
"Letting someone like him be class president is a total insult to our intelligence."
It wouldn’t have been a big deal if it was just one or two people saying it.
After all, everyone has people they don’t get along with.
But this was different.
It wasn’t one or two people.
It was practically everyone.
Although Zou Yong’s three roommates didn’t say anything,
they had complicated expressions on their faces.
To be honest,
they had originally voted for Zou Yong as class president
just for the convenience.
But who could have expected Zou Yong to turn out like this?
It was impossible to say they weren’t bothered by what happened today.
After hearing everyone’s suggestions, Song Yaqi fell silent as well.
She had, in fact, been thinking the same thing.
’Replace him with Lin Feng as class president.’
Even if Lin Feng didn’t manage a single thing all day,
at least he could stand his ground when it mattered.
That would be enough.
Letting that guy Zou Yong continue as class president...
Not only would she have to do everything,
but when something like this happened, she’d get blamed from both sides. That’s what she found most unbearable.
"Okay, I’ll message the head teacher right now."
Now that she had made her decision,
Song Yaqi wasn’t going to wait any longer.
Every day she had to work with that guy Zou Yong, Song Yaqi felt disgusted for another day.
She pulled out her phone and started composing a message.
...
Meanwhile,
Lin Feng had no idea that by coming to help,
he had inexplicably gotten himself a promotion.
The auditorium was a bit noisy right now.
Lin Feng didn’t hear his phone’s notification at all.
Besides, Su Ruoxi was sitting right next to him.
Who had time to play on their phone?
Playing with...
Wasn’t that much more interesting?
Perhaps it was because they were about to be apart for a little while.
Or perhaps it was because they were still in the honeymoon phase of their relationship.
The two of them sat there,
and next to them, Yang Qiniang and Yang Qingqing began to ignore the couple.
’Some things are best not to watch.’
’You’ll get a sty.’
In reality, Lin Feng wasn’t doing much.
There were so many people in the auditorium.
How could he possibly do anything out of line?
What if he ended up on the school’s forum trending page again?
’Lay low, develop steadily, and don’t make waves.’
He was leaving tomorrow.
Lin Feng had already booked his ticket.
A 2:00 PM flight from Yang City to Xiang City.
When school started, he had taken a "green-skin" train to get here.
Now that he had money, Lin Feng naturally wouldn’t subject himself to that anymore.
’The first step to being a rich man: start by flying first class?’
...
The gala started at eight o’clock.
It was scheduled to last until eleven.
Lin Feng and his friends clearly didn’t have that much patience.
The content was just so-so, really.
After all, it was rehearsed by the students themselves.
And they only had two weeks.
Even if they practiced every day, the results wouldn’t be that amazing.
So, the main reason for watching the welcoming gala was to see the beautiful upperclassmen.
But sitting so far away, they couldn’t see clearly.
After sticking it out for an hour and a half,
Lin Feng and his group got up and left.
However, after they left the auditorium,
Lin Feng finally heard his phone’s notification sound.
Honestly, when he saw the messages on his phone,
Lin Feng was still a bit dazed.
He had never thought about being class president.
Even his position as Health Committee member...
...was something he only agreed to after Yang Qiniang mentioned it came with academic credits.
Although there wasn’t much to do usually, he still enjoyed the benefits that came with the position.
So Lin Feng would occasionally help his classmates out.
But now, when Lin Feng saw the WeChat messages his head teacher, Old Luo, had sent him,
he was completely floored.
"Lin Feng..."
"The class has jointly proposed that you replace Zou Yong as class president. What are your thoughts?"
That WeChat message was sent an hour ago.
"Your classmates have strong opinions about Zou Yong. They all want you to be the class president."
"What do you think?"
That one was sent half an hour ago.
"Student Zou Yong’s position as class president has been removed. The position is now vacant."
"When you see this, whatever you decide, please remember to send me a reply."
This one was just sent.
Lin Feng was a bit dumbfounded.
’I didn’t do anything.’
’How did so much happen?’
"What’s wrong?"
Su Ruoxi, who was holding Lin Feng’s arm, noticed his strange expression and asked.
Lin Feng shrugged and handed his phone directly to Su Ruoxi.
"What happened, Brother Feng?"
Yang Qiniang looked over as well.
For some reason, though,
Lin Feng felt like the guy’s expression was a little weird.
He looked like he wanted to laugh but didn’t dare to.
It had to be said,
Yang Qiniang’s control over his expression was lacking.
"Brother Nian..."
Lin Feng narrowed his eyes at Yang Qiniang.
"Do you know something about this?"
"No, no, I don’t! Don’t talk nonsense, I won’t admit to anything."
Yang Qiniang finally couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He denied it while bursting into laughter.
Even Yang Qingqing, who was next to him, couldn’t stand it.
It was mainly because of Yang Qiniang’s expression.
"Damn it!"
"You really are up to something."
Seeing Yang Qiniang’s face, how could Lin Feng not know?
He wouldn’t have believed for a second that this guy had nothing to do with it.
Su Ruoxi also handed the phone back to Lin Feng.
"Being class president is pretty good, isn’t it? Don’t you like the idea, Brother Feng?"
Su Ruoxi asked, puzzled.
"It’s not that I don’t like it."
"I just can’t be bothered to manage things, especially all the trivial, miscellaneous stuff."
Lin Feng shook his head.
What were the benefits of being class president?
For the current Lin Feng, there were none.
He didn’t need the position of class president to provide him with anything.
Maybe in a few years, or a dozen years,
some of his classmates would have grown into successful people.
They might be able to offer him some help.
But that was too far in the future.
Right now, Lin Feng’s annual income was already in the tens of millions.
Who knew what level Lin Feng would reach in a few months?
So, the personal connections that were so useful to others...
...didn’t really mean much to Lin Feng anymore.
’Wait...’
Lin Feng suddenly remembered something.
’Isn’t my company about to be established?’
’When the time comes, having these classmates come work for me... would that count as ’recycling waste’?’
Once this thought popped into Lin Feng’s mind,
he couldn’t suppress it.
First-year students might not be very capable,
as they were just starting to learn their specialized subjects.
But he just needed to wait a while.
Once they had learned enough theoretical knowledge,
they would all be ’leeks’ waiting for him to harvest.
How hard was it for other companies to recruit graduates from Yang City University?
Lin Feng didn’t know.
But all he needed to do was give them some hands-on opportunities in their third or even fourth year.
Lin Feng had reason to believe that many of them would be willing to follow him.
’It seems useless,’
’but in reality, it’s a gold mine?’
After spending years with them day in and day out, wouldn’t Lin Feng know better than any HR manager who was capable and who wasn’t?
’Is this an opportunity?’