At that mont, the girl Zhen Yu was staring at turned around and surveyed her surroundings. Suddenly, her gaze t Zhen Yu’s.
Zhen Yu chuckled internally, sure enough, it was her! The female class leader of the second-year class one, the niece of history teacher Shen Yue, Shen Qi.
Qiao Xian noticed Zhen Yu was staring in one direction unmovingly, followed her gaze, and then saw Shen Qi.
After exchanging a few looks, Qiao Xian always felt that the gazes of these two girls seed like they were wrestling each other.
Shen Qi was full of aggression, while Zhen Yu remained unshakable.
Tsk, tsk, tsk~ Are they acquainted? Rivals? Arch-enemies?
Unbeknownst to Zhen Yu, Qiao Xian had already concocted a saga spanning a hundred and eight Chapters about her romantic rivalry with Shen Qi.
Not until the loudspeaker crackled a few tis did the teacher in charge of the election speak up.
"Ahem! Silence!! All horoom teachers have reported the nas to , let’s do a preliminary selection today! The secondary election will be on Wednesday."
Following that announcent, the teachers took their seats, and Teacher Cao also ca and sat beside Qiao Xian.
"Next! Starting with the third-grade first class in elentary, and first-year first class in junior high, follow the order of classes and grades, one by one up to the front!"
"Let’s begin!"
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To save ti, the elentary and junior high were holding the elections simultaneously.
As they were leading off, Zhen Yu and Qiao Xian exchanged glances. Then Qiao Xian stood up, took a deep breath, and walked first to the front row of desks and chairs.
The rule was that each person had up to three minutes, without a script.
Qiao Xian’s performance was by the book; the speech was likely his own work, filled with clichés, sowhat bringing to mind the flavor of a New Year’s gala.
Sitting behind the ’judge’ teachers, Zhen Yu also couldn’t tell whether Qiao Xian had been approved.
Following the return of Qiao Xian, Zhen Yu leisurely walked forward.
With a different mindset, one’s state also changes.
I earnestly face and strive for the best, not arrogant in victory nor disheartened in defeat, focusing on participating in new things different from my past life, and I’ve given my utmost effort.
That is enough.
Under the nodding gestures of the ’judges,’ Zhen Yu confidently and emotionally completed her presentation.
She bowed deeply, then returned to her seat to continue watching the other candidates’ elections.
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It soon ca to the second-year first class.
Zhen Yu had to admit, Shen Qi’s presence was quite strong.
Female class leaders were rare at Siying School, as most teachers still felt boys were more capable.
Shen Qi and Qiao Xian were actually quite similar, having been class leaders since childhood, with their organizational and leadership skills honed early.
During the weekend, Shen Qi had morized her script perfectly, and there was a vague sense of intent to win during her election speech.
From an ’audience’s’ perspective, Zhen Yu disliked such an assertive style of presentation, feeling it oppressive and tireso.
But who knows, maybe the teachers prefer this style~
As the junior high section of the election concluded, the elentary section was still ongoing.
Each horoom teacher led the students out first, with the election results to be announced the next morning.
It was almost ti for school dismissal, and once they left the cafeteria, Teacher Cao waved his hand, dismissing the students to their classrooms.
As soon as Qiao Xian was out of Old Cao’s sight, he asked, "Do you think we could be selected?"
Zhen Yu imdiately answered: "I don’t know."
Qiao Xian was taken aback by her terse response, then rolled his eyes.
He had long noticed that Zhen Yu seed reluctant to waste words, making conversation with her almost as difficult as climbing to heaven.
Deciding to drop the conversation, the two silently returned to the classroom, just as the bell rang.
School was dismissed.
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After packing up the school bag and walking out of the classroom with the crowd, Zhen Yu imdiately spotted Han Mingyue! He was standing about four or five steps away from the door of the Junior High School First Class classroom.
It was strange that he wasn’t waiting at Fangshan today. Zhen Yu quickly approached him.
"Why are you waiting here?" Zhen Yu asked softly, her expression calm.
She suspected sothing might have happened to him but it wasn’t convenient to discuss it in front of their friends.
But all her worries were unnecessary.
Han Mingyue moved his hand from behind his back to the front, holding a magazine—Children’s Literature.
Zhen Yu reached out to take it, smiling as she looked up, "A sample issue?"
"Yes!" Han Mingyue responded brightly.
"That’s great!" Zhen Yu was genuinely happy, the corners of her mouth curling up more and more, "I knew it! You are the best!"
The young boy felt a bit shy; he had never been praised so directly before, his ears turning red.
He could only foolishly say, "Let’s hurry up! We don’t want to keep others waiting."
"Okay!" Zhen Yu said, and handed over the sample issue.
But Han Mingyue didn’t take it, instead, he took a deep breath and said, "I’m giving it to you."
"Ah?" Zhen Yu was a bit surprised.
"I was almost losing hope, but thanks to your encouragent,"
"Without my encouragent, your manuscript would have been accepted anyways!" Zhen Yu interrupted the boy, pausing before changing her tone, "But I’ll keep the sample issue! Co and sign it for this weekend~"
After hearing the first part, Han Mingyue was expecting to be refused, but now a bit dumbfoundedly repeated, "Sign?"
"Yes! This is the first piece you’ve published—when you, um, succeed, this will be a rare signed sample issue."
Zhen Yu promptly swallowed back the word ’Immortalize’, as the term wasn’t popular at the ti, and to avoid trouble, it was better not to use new vocabulary.
Han Mingyue simply smiled, not saying anything.
But it unknowingly added more motivation to his writing and beautiful hopes for the future.
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After finishing her howork at night, Zhen Yu went to bed early, sitting up against the headboard, she opened the sample issue.
Then, belatedly, she realized she had never asked Han Mingyue what his pen na and the title of his article were.
Maybe because it was embarrassing~ Han Mingyue had not volunteered that information to Zhen Yu.
But it was okay, even though Zhen Yu wasn’t a reborn person, she could guess which article was written by Han Mingyue.
Because his pen na was too easy to guess.
Han Mingyue—Ye Yueming!
Perhaps Han Mingyue also thought that Zhen Yu would definitely figure out which one was his.
Zhen Yu didn’t rush to find Han Mingyue’s article to read first but started from the first page, reading little by little backward.
About ten minutes later, she finally saw the article signed "Ye Yueming"—Sumr Cicada Envy Snow.
A fairy tale with a aningful story.
It was about a sumr night when a frog told a cicada about the beauty of winter snow, and from then on, the cicada couldn’t forget the snow.
As autumn winds began, Xia Chan died, and harsh winter arrived.
The vast white snow finally enveloped its body, unfulfilled in life, but its wish was granted after death.
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For so reason, after reading this story, Zhen Yu suddenly rembered her past-life romance.
Those years she harbored deep feelings for Han Mingyue.
With a slight movent in her heart, Zhen Yu suddenly felt like writing.
She put on her shoes, sat down at the desk, and even startled Zhen Yan, who hadn’t finished his howork yet.
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