We agreed not to date, so why are you crying now that I've become the richest man?

Zhao Qiang was the first to stand up.

He straightened the collar of his light blue shirt and strode onto the podium.

He braced his hands on the edge of the lectern, his wrists deliberately turned outwards, as if afraid that others would not see his fine steel watch.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhao Qiang, and I'm a native of Shanghai."

He cleared his throat, his voice booming, carrying an undisguised sense of superiority.

"I'm running for class monitor."

"Everyone here is new to Shanghai and not familiar with the situation here."

"I grew up here, and I can find restaurants around schools and entertainment venues in the city with my eyes closed."

He stretched out his right hand, waving it in mid-air with an air of authority.

I know several student union officers from the second and third years of university.

"Minister Zhang from the External Relations Department, along with several senior students from the Sports Department, often play ball together on weekends."

"Everyone elected me as class monitor. From now on, our class will have a smooth path to get things done in the college."

Zhao Qiang paused for a moment, scanned the classroom with his eyes, and then unleashed his final trump card.

"This weekend, I'm personally treating the whole class to a private karaoke session at the Dynasty KTV on the back street! Everyone, have a blast, all expenses are on me!"

The new students below looked at each other in bewilderment.

The classroom was unusually quiet, and the atmosphere was even a little awkward.

There was no applause, no cheers.

In dormitory 417, Sun Haoyu spat the chewing gum he had just chewed back into the wrapper and muttered a complaint in a low voice.

"This guy's so greasy he could stir-fry a dish with it!"

Sun Haoyu leaned close to Ye Chen and whispered, "Old Ye, listen to what he's saying. His forced pretense is the most fatal flaw."

"A box of chocolates and a few boastful words, and you think you can buy the class monitor position? Dream on!"

Ye Chen leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, like a max-level player watching newbies fight each other in a beginner's village.

Freshmen have just left high school and are full of pure longing for university life.

Zhao Qiang directly brought the drinking culture and exchange of favors from society to the class meeting stage.

An overly blatant pursuit of profit will only provoke a rebellious mentality in young people.

Those expensive chocolates and chewing gums simply can't buy votes.

Ye Chen turned his head, looked at Sun Haoyu, and smiled brightly.

"Old Sun, Brother Qiang is just showing off his strength."

"When you run for sports committee member later, show everyone your biceps. I guarantee it will be more effective than his."

Sun Haoyu chuckled and said, "Forget it, I'm good for carrying bricks, but if I go up there and show off, people will laugh their heads off."

Lu Wenbo chimed in from the side, "Zhao Qiang is too arrogant. If he becomes class monitor, won't our class just become his personal social arena?"

Beside the podium.

Counselor Xu Man sat in a chair.

She was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, sitting upright. The tight fabric perfectly outlined her capable and mature figure.

She opened the folder in front of her, tapped her fingers twice on the table, and ruthlessly interrupted Zhao Qiang's long-winded speech.

"Zhao Qiang, everyone saw your enthusiasm." Xu Man raised her wrist to check her watch. "Time is limited, let's give the other students a chance. You can go now."

Zhao Qiang opened his mouth halfway, then swallowed the rest of his words, gave a dry laugh, and stepped down from the podium.

As he passed through the aisle, he made a point of bowing to a few boys who had eaten chocolate, saying, "Brothers, please."

Just as Zhao Qiang sat back down, the sound of a chair being pulled out echoed in the classroom.

Tang Wan stood up.

She was wearing a pure white short-sleeved shirt and a light gray pleated skirt.

The hem of her skirt stopped above her knees, revealing a pair of straight, slender, and dazzlingly white legs.

She strode towards the podium with even steps and a cool, aloof demeanor.

When Tang Wan walked to the lectern, she did not prop herself up on it or make any other gestures.

"My name is Tang Wan, and I'm running for the position of Youth League Branch Secretary."

Her voice was cool and clear, and her words were articulated.

"During high school, I served as the branch secretary of the Communist Youth League for three years, and I am familiar with the procedures for transferring the League's organizational affiliation, collecting League dues, and various youth study programs."

"If elected, I will complete the tasks assigned by the college on time and try my best not to take up everyone's spare time."

"Thanks."

Tang Wan turned around, picked up the chalk, and wrote her name on the blackboard. Her handwriting was elegant and upright.

She put down the chalk and went straight back to her seat.

The whole process took less than a minute.

Clean and efficient.

The classroom erupted in enthusiastic applause.

The boys clapped with tremendous force, their palms turning red.

Sun Haoyu clapped his hands and exclaimed, "Absolutely brilliant! This is what you call an election! Not a single word of nonsense!"

"If I don't vote for her, I'll be doing a disservice to her aloof goddess aura."

Ye Chen also clapped twice.

On stage, the election continues.

Sun Haoyu stood up and strode onto the podium.

"Hello everyone, my name is Sun Haoyu, and I'm from Northeast China."

The moment he opened his mouth, his thick Northeastern accent ignited the atmosphere in the classroom.

"As you can see from my physique, I'm not good at running for other positions, so I'm running for sports committee member."

Sun Haoyu patted his broad chest, making a deep, resonant sound: "From now on, I'll take care of all the heavy lifting at the sports meet – shot put, discus, tug-of-war!"

"Whenever people want to play basketball or soccer, leave the task of reserving the court to me."

"If anyone dares to take over our class's space, I'll just stand there and make sure they leave!"

The audience burst into laughter.

Ye Chen, sitting in the back row, shouted a comedian's line: "Old Sun, what if we can't persuade them to leave?"

Sun Haoyu looked over at the sound, grinned, and said, "If they can't persuade me to leave, I'll lie down. I won't get up unless they give me a place!"

The laughter in the classroom grew louder. Even Xu Man, sitting next to her, had a slight smile on her lips.

Sun Haoyu stepped down from the podium amidst laughter.

Then, a boy wearing black-rimmed glasses and with a somewhat thin build stood up.

He walked steadily to the front of the podium and habitually pushed up his glasses.

"Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Haoran, and I am running for class monitor."

Compared to Zhao Qiang's flamboyance and Sun Haoyu's humor, Zhang Haoran appears very serious, even exuding the focus unique to "academic superstars".

"I was in the experimental class of a key provincial high school. Although everyone wants to relax now that they are in college, I know that if you fail a course in college, you will not only have to retake it, but it will also affect your future scholarship evaluation and postgraduate recommendation."

His tone was calm, yet every word struck a chord with the students.

"My specialty is organizing class notes and summarizing key points. If you elect me as the class's academic representative, I promise that two weeks before the final exam for each course, I will prepare a detailed 'highlighted review outline' and share it in the class group free of charge."

Zhang Haoran, leaning on the lectern, looked intently at the audience: "My campaign slogan is simple: Together, we'll ensure no one fails a course in four years!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the boys in the back row, who hadn't been particularly interested in the class officer election, instantly lit up.

"Holy crap, that's ruthless!" Sun Haoyu slapped his thigh and excitedly whispered to Ye Chen, "Old Ye, this isn't just electing a class representative, it's electing our godfather for the next four years of university!"

Ye Chen couldn't help but laugh.

"Never fail a course" and "Final exam review outline"—these two phrases are incredibly persuasive to college students. Zhang Haoran's words were concise and to the point, hitting the core pain points directly.

The classroom erupted in enthusiastic applause, no less enthusiastic than when Tang Wan was running for office.

Next, several more students went on stage to run for positions such as arts and culture representative and life representative.

Fifteen minutes later, all the campaign speeches were over.

Xu Man stood up: "We will now begin the secret ballot."

"Everyone write down your picks for class committee members."

"Write down the names of the class monitor, the Youth League branch secretary, the academic representative, the sports representative, and the arts representative."

Xu Man handed a stack of blank slips of paper to a girl sitting in the first row: "Lin Xiao, could you help me distribute these ballots?"

The girl named Lin Xiao stood up.

She was short and wore a large gray T-shirt.

Although the clothes were loose, the fabric was still stretched to create an amazing full curve at the chest, and it even trembled slightly when she walked, making it very visually striking.

She had bangs and wore black-rimmed glasses, a typical outfit for someone with social anxiety.

From the start of the class meeting until now, she has been sitting quietly in the corner. She took the initiative to distribute the new student registration forms and collect the copies of the campus cards.

Lin Xiao took the ballots and distributed them to all the students in the class one by one.

When she reached Ye Chen's desk, she handed him a note.

"Thank you," Ye Chen said casually.

Lin Xiao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she nodded gently, continuing to walk backward like a startled fawn.

The whole class began to write their names.

Zhao Qiang took the pen and quickly wrote his name in the class monitor column.

After he finished writing, he threw the pen down.

Lean back against the chair.

He turned his head and looked at the boys behind him who had taken his chewing gum.

He confidently gave an "OK" sign, feeling certain of victory.