Class leaders are an inevitable link to entering the new school.

At this time, everyone didn't know much about who are in their class, and their names were not fully known. The campaign class cadres mainly rely on their first feeling.

The first feeling, the most intuitive thing is, besides personality, probably... appearance.

When it comes to appearance, who can compare with the God of Learning?

Even many boys were convinced by Yan Che's appearance.

Exquisite and noble, but not feminine.

Zhuma has no interest in the election of class cadres, but has become the person with the highest number of votes for class leaders.

From childhood to adulthood, as long as Cheng Feifei is in the class, she will be the unanimous class monitor.

There is no exception.

This time, she lost to Yan Che, but she was convinced and did not feel unwilling at all.

Unexpectedly, Yan Che refused, "I won't be the squad leader."

Cheng Qing was also helpless when he met such a willful god of learning.

Finally, with a little selfish heart, the position of squad leader naturally fell on Cheng Feifei's head.

...

There is a routine for Ivy League schools to hold a welcome party when freshmen enter the school.

Each freshman class must prepare a program at the welcome party.

As the class monitor of Class A (A), Cheng Feifei of course had to organize her classmates to perform hard and not embarrass the class.

After joint discussions between several class cadres, they (A) decided to perform a drama.

Just so happened that there was a girl in Class (A) who was very literary and very interested in the director and screenwriter. After teaching a little, she volunteered to edit the script himself.

The script is set.

Next is casting.

Drama is a large-scale program, and there are many people who need to participate in the performance.

If the academic god who can attract the attention of all teachers and students in the school also participates in or plays guest appearances, the effect will definitely be very good. The first place should be the most important thing.

So, after class, Cheng Feifei took the drafted script and took on a heavy mission to come to the last row of the classroom.

"Student Yan..."

Yan Che lowered his eyes, held a pen with his slender fingers, and wrote a large number of complex and difficult mathematical formulas on the blank a4 paper.

He is so awesome.

Cheng Feifei thought to herself, and pursed her lips and shouted softly.

"Is there something wrong?" The young master didn't raise his head, his dark and curly eyefelt feathers rested on the porcelain muscle, and his bright red lips spit out two simple words.

He has a cold attitude.

However, when Cheng Feifei thought about the fact that she came for class honor this time, not for her selfishness, she seemed to have some confidence in her heart.

She tightened her hand holding the script, took a deep breath, and then said, "Student Yan, this is what it is..."

At this time, the seat next to Yan Che was empty.

She saw that "Minxia" had just left the classroom.

Cheng Feifei couldn't help but want to sit down while talking.

He acted as if he was going to talk to him in detail.

Unexpectedly, just now, there was a move that wanted to sit down. Before his butt was touched on the bench, the boy frowned his delicate eyebrows slightly and stopped him: "Wait a minute."

"Ah?" Cheng Feifei was confused.

Yan Che pulled the chair a little further away from Cheng Feifei, and he would definitely not be able to sit down. "Shenxia doesn't like others sitting in her position, so I'll ask you to stand and talk."

Cheng Feifei: "..."

Is he so ungent?

She was really vomiting blood.
Chapter completed!