I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

Evening, dormitory 425, Building 10.

The curtains were drawn, and the room was bathed in warm yellow light.

On the first day of school, the girls were still excited, knowing that tomorrow would be the first time they would meet everyone in their class.

He Yuwei was wearing a comfortable cotton pajama set, but her ponytail was tied up neatly, revealing her smooth forehead and bright eyes.

She sat at her desk with a notebook open in front of her, her expression serious as if she were formulating a battle plan.

"Sisters, I have something to tell you all." She turned around and faced the other five girls in the dormitory, her voice clear and strong.

One of the girls, who was holding a face mask, asked, "What's wrong, Weiwei? Should we reassign the cleaning tasks?"

Under He Yuwei's leadership, they have finalized the rules for taking turns on duty in their dormitory today.

"Tomorrow is the class meeting to elect class officers, and I have decided to run for class monitor."

"Wow!" several girls exclaimed at the same time, "Class monitor? I don't think our college has a female class monitor, right?"

He Yuwei nodded: "Yes, that's why I need your support." She was completely unpretentious and got straight to the point.

"It's not just you guys, I also need the support of the girls in other dorms. There are a lot of girls in our class, so the votes are crucial."

"Weiwei, why do you want to be the class monitor? I heard it's quite tiring," a quiet-looking girl asked.

"Because I felt I could do it well, and someone should break the unspoken rule that class monitors are boys."

"More importantly, being a class monitor isn't a physically demanding job. Girls are more attentive, patient, and understanding of everyone's emotions and needs compared to boys."

"I think girls are no worse than boys when it comes to being class monitor, and in some ways they are even more suitable."

These words resonated with the girls in the dormitory. "Exactly! Why should it be assumed that boys are chosen? Weiwei, we support you!"

"So," He Yuwei glanced at her roommates, "I'd like to ask you for a favor tonight."

She was well-prepared, taking out several beautifully packaged boxes of chocolates from the drawer.

"Come with me, under the pretext of sharing snacks, go chat with the students in the next dorm room, and help me get some votes."

at the same time.

The atmosphere in dormitory 417 at the other end of the corridor was completely different.

Sun Xiaoyu was wearing a light-colored nightgown and was drying her wet hair with a towel.

Her approach was more roundabout.

She first walked up to her roommate, who was fiddling with her phone, and whispered:

"Xiaoya, this photo you took is really beautiful. Could you send me a copy? I want to use it as my wallpaper."

The two naturally started chatting, from high school to college. During the conversation, Sun Xiaoyu casually mentioned, "It seems like we're electing class officers tomorrow. I wonder if any girls will be running for class monitor."

A girl named Xiaoya immediately chimed in, "Yeah, I also hope there's a female class monitor. It's inconvenient to talk to boys about so many things. Xiaoyu, are you saying you want to run for class monitor too?"

Sun Xiaoyu lowered her head slightly and smiled somewhat shyly: "Um... I do have this idea, but I don't know what everyone thinks..."

"Xiaoyu, I support you!"

August 23rd marked the first day of the new semester for freshmen at Jiangning University.

"Weiwei, can you help me decide which hair clip looks better on me?"

A round-faced girl wearing cartoon pajamas rushed towards the bed opposite her, holding up two hair clips, one pink and one blue.

He Yuwei was facing a small mirror, carefully curling her eyelashes.

Upon hearing this, she replied without turning her head, "Yueyue, it's 7:30 now, there are still more than two hours before the class meeting starts."

"And you've already changed three outfits, and you even spent 20 minutes agonizing over whether to wear your hair in a ponytail or down..."

"That's different!" Zhang Yue pouted. "Today is the first time the whole class has met, first impressions are so important!"

"Isn't this dress too flowery?"

"Will these jeans make my legs look short?"

The other girls in the dorm weren't idle either. Some tried to curl their hair with curling irons, while others rubbed their lipsticks in front of the mirror.

If the girls are like this, the boys are even more flamboyant.

In dormitory 508, apart from Lin Ran, the other three people got up very early.

Before 6:30, the restrooms were occupied in turn, with the sounds of running water, razors, and various bottles and jars filling the air.

"Old Liu, can I borrow your hair gel?" Ding Facai, with his half-dry and half-wet hair, called out to Liu Zhihua from the foot of the bed.

Liu Zhihua carefully combed his hair, which was sprayed with too much hairspray, in front of the mirror. Hearing this, he looked wary.

"No way, you can forget about stealing my thunder today."

"Are you fucking serious?" Ding Facai jumped up and down in anger. "You're so stingy, you'd rather go to a grave empty-handed!"

In contrast, Zhao Feiyu appeared much more unassuming, having simply changed into what he thought was a very cool polo shirt, and even turned up the collar, constantly searching for the perfect angle in front of the mirror.

Lin Ran sat at the table looking at his computer. He had a laptop specifically for work, and his gaze was focused, seemingly indifferent to the chaos behind him.

"Fourth brother, there's a class meeting coming up later. It'll be your first time meeting the girls in our class. Aren't you going to get ready?"

"Not interested." Lin Ran said without turning his head.

He genuinely had no interest in these things. At this moment, he was still pondering what Li Jinhui had told him the previous night.

How to run for class monitor and how to use the class monitor position as a stepping stone to achieve his own goals—that's what he cares about.

As for what kind of first impression he should leave on his classmates? He really didn't care about such superficial things.

9:50 a.m., Room 201, Zhixing Building.

The class meeting for Economics (3) class is about to begin.

When Lin Ran and eight other hunky guys walked into the classroom, they were greeted by what looked like a mini fashion show.

In economics, the number of female students is already dominant, and when the base is large enough, the probability of outstanding individuals emerging is naturally high.

Lin Ran had assumed that he, a man in his thirties, wouldn't be interested in these young girls who had just come of age.

But when he actually stepped into the classroom and saw rows of eighteen-year-old girls sitting together...

It smells fucking good.

If Lin Ran was like this, then the other seven behind him were even more so.

He turned his head and looked at the group of people following him like monkeys, and laughed.

Their eyes darted around nervously, yet they forced themselves to remain calm, their gait unsteady, as if they were about to attend a job interview.

This was not the campus Lin Ran was familiar with in his previous life; it was full of unfamiliar faces.

It was precisely because of this unfamiliarity that the pure sense of novelty and vibrant vitality impacted his heart even more directly.

Seeing the young girl who was clearly dressed up carefully, yet still looked somewhat naive, he felt his heart pounding.

That's really true...

A man is a boy until he dies...