Rebirth: He Decides to Lie Flat-Chapter 115 - 112 Temporary Class Monitor

Chapter 115: Chapter 112 Temporary Class Monitor

Chapter 115 -112 Temporary Class Monitor

On the other side, unable to access the grand and majestic library of Beijing University without a library card, Song Jiawen and her friends ended up simply enjoying the campus’s night scenery before heading back, each to their own dormitory to rest.

Jiang Yan did not agree to Song Jiawen’s proposal to go to the South Square at the Fine Arts College to do quick sketches the next day.

The silly girl thought that since registration was not over and parents were visiting the school, she could earn a bit more money.

He guessed, even without being there, that the bulk of the money she made today from sketching must have come from sophomore to senior boys from their school, while only a scattering of small change would have been from the parents.

Having escorted her and Zhu Jin to the girls’ dormitory, Jiang Yan reminded Song Jiawen once more, “Don’t go tomorrow, remember, okay?”

Song Jiawen frowned, and Jiang Yan curled his index finger to tap her forehead lightly, “Doesn’t your hand ache after drawing all morning? Take a break first, I’ll accompany you when I have time.”

“My roommate can keep me company too, you know?”

But on second thought, if Liang Yujun and the others kept her company, she would have to treat them to a meal, whereas if Jiang Yan did, she wouldn’t need to, and moreover, Jiang Yan would pay for the meals.

So, all things considered, having Jiang Yan accompany her was more cost-effective.

Thinking this way, she no longer felt regretful and happily went into the dormitory building with Zhu Jin.

Zhu Jin trailed her by a step, looked back at Jiang Yan, and then at Song Jiawen and smiled.

That night, when Jiang Yan returned to the dormitory, except for Liu Wenhui, both Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei were present.

They were noticeably more reserved around him than the day before, mainly because of the scare they had when he almost had to deal with Liu Wenhui the previous night.

“That, um, Jiang Yan, just now the counselor came by, and he was pleased to see our dorm so clean. I told him you were the one who cleaned it. He mentioned he would come by later, probably to see you.”

Alarm bells rang in Jiang Yan’s mind — could it be that they wanted him to be the dorm monitor?

What’s there to be a monitor for?

Seeing Jiang Yan’s expression darken, Tian Xiaohui involuntarily shivered and thought to himself that he hadn’t said anything wrong, so why was Jiang Yan getting angry?

Dai Lei was steadier and quicker-witted than Tian Xiaohui, and he saw the situation quite clearly. Jiang Yan was obviously the kind of person who wouldn’t bother you as long as you didn’t provoke him.

Completely different from Liu Wenhui.

He disliked the way Liu Wenhui spoke and the deliberate display of a ‘street-wise’ attitude, as if he was something special, always trying to lord it over them.

But last night, once Yang Yan exerted his presence, Liu Wenhui visibly became more subdued today.

Before Jiang Yan left that morning, Liu Wenhui didn’t dare to utter a word and didn’t get out of bed until Jiang Yan was gone.

Pfft, a bully and a coward!

Sure enough, not long after Tian Xiaohui spoke, Chi Zuo, the counselor from the Computer Science second class, came over again.

“Is Jiang Yan back?”

As soon as Chi Zuo entered the dormitory, he directly asked Tian Xiaohui, who pointed towards the restroom, “He’s taking a shower and should be out soon, Teacher Chi, please have a seat.”

After waiting for roughly five minutes, Jiang Yan emerged from the washroom bare-chested, wearing large shorts, with his hair still wet, and a towel hung over his head that he was rubbing back and forth.

“Jiang Yan?”

Jiang Yan stopped in his tracks and looked up at the young man sitting in front of his desk, who was only six or seven years older than them, skinny and tall, with a middle-part haircut, a square face, wearing glasses, very cultured-looking.

“Teacher Chi?”

“Yes, I’m Chi Zuo, the counselor for Computer Science and Technology Class 2.”

Chi Zuo inspected Jiang Yan seriously for two seconds before stating his purpose, “Here’s the thing, Jiang Yan, the hygiene in several dorms of the computer science department wasn’t very good before you guys arrived. I checked all the dormitories tonight, and only yours was cleaned spotlessly, from the balcony to the restroom, including every nook and cranny. Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei said it was you who cleaned it all by yourself.”

Jiang Yan didn’t deny it and explained, “After all, I have to live here too. I didn’t clean for anyone else.”

So he had no interest in the petty position of dormitory monitor.

But Chi Zuo was quite satisfied with his answer, smiling as he said, “If everyone had your sense of responsibility, there wouldn’t be any dirty and messy dorms. Don’t underestimate this matter; it completely reflects a person’s character and abilities. So how about you take on the role of the temporary class president for our class?”

Temporary class president?

This was indeed beyond Jiang Yan’s expectation; beside him, Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei also looked over with shock and envy.

The position of class president in university is not something a high school class leader can compare with—it’s a highlight on the resume when looking for a job if well executed.

What’s more, although Teacher Chi said it was only a temporary position, it was almost a done deal. As long as Jiang Yan made no mistakes during the military training period, he would likely be the official class president for the next four years of their class.

After all, even if a new election were held after the military training, who would know who to vote for besides those in the same dormitory? Everyone else would still not be familiar enough, and it would be pointless to vote for someone from another dorm unless someone intentionally campaigned.

However, with a temporary class president already in place, campaigning would be less significant. After all, the temporary class president had been recognized by the counselor—who would want to oppose the teacher right at the start of the semester?

Jiang Yan looked at Chi Zuo’s young face, guessing that he had either just graduated from his master’s program or was a PhD candidate. He seemed inexperienced in the ways of the world, revealing whatever was on his mind to the students.

You say you have a good impression of me, and any other reason would to, but appointing me because of my cleaning… How isn’t that far-fetched?

Nevertheless, Jiang Yan ultimately did not decline. Chi Zuo mentioned the class meeting the day after tomorrow, then left in high spirits.

Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei were also quite happy. Having someone other than their roommate as class president wouldn’t be as good; being close to the class leader, they could benefit from any opportunities that came their way.

So, as it neared ten o’clock, when Liu Wenhui returned to the dormitory reeking of alcohol, he found a rather pleasant atmosphere inside.

Jiang Yan lay half-reclined on his bed reading a book, Tian Xiaohui and Dai Lei were playing chess, occasionally lifting their heads to chat with Jiang Yan, who was very amiable and not the least bit impatient; the three of them got along very well.

Liu Wenhui felt like an outsider.

Feeling somewhat gloomy, he took a washbasin and towel to freshen up.

….

The next morning at seven, Jiang Yan got up, washed up, and left the dormitory to find that the other three were still fast asleep, not one of them awake.

On his way, he bought two portions of breakfast. By the time he arrived at the Xinyu Residential Area, the second brother was already up, somehow acquired a long wooden board, and was sitting at the doorway sanding it down with sandpaper.

“What’s that for?”

Without raising his head, the second brother said, “I’m making a wooden rack. Grandpa Liu said he had a lot of leftover wood from when he renovated. I checked, and there’s enough to make a rack, so we don’t have to buy one.”

Jiang Yan asked curiously, “You know how to do this?”

“Bro, I forgot to tell you, my dad is a carpenter. Of course, I can’t compare my skills to his, but having watched him since I was a kid, I can make a simple rack.”

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After saying that, the second brother started into the real business, “I asked Grandpa Liu, and if we want to open a shop, to avoid any trouble later on, we have to get a business license. But since it’s not a formal storefront, I’m not sure if we can get it. He said he knows someone in the Bureau of Industry and Commerce who can help us inquire…”