When Will My Childhood Sweetheart Marry Me?-Chapter 172: Class Representative

Freshmen had only taken four days of programming classes, and only two kinds of people could enter the base.

Either geniuses or those like Jiang Xubai, who had started coding since middle school.

He Shumiao and Fang Wei came to the same conclusion, and two names immediately popped into their heads.

The dorm room door behind them opened, and Jiang Shuyao walked in, catching He Shumiao’s envious gaze unexpectedly.

For a brief moment, as she stood frozen, a scent of creamy body wash wafted through the air, spreading to where she was.

"Yaoyao, it’s a rare opportunity at the project base, you must sign up."

Earlier on the street, she hadn’t noticed the message in the group chat.

While Jiang Shuyao marveled at the department’s swift action, she nodded slightly, "Mm, sign me up."

Phew... He Shumiao felt as though half of the burden had been lifted from her shoulders.

The next target to strategize over was Jiang Xubai.

Thinking of the brother with acne on his forehead, He Shumiao considered whether to send over a bottle of face wash.

She opened a private chat with Jiang Xubai and pondered over how to address him.

Calling him by his name seemed too impersonal.

[Brother Jiang...] Ahem, delete, delete.

Forget it, just call him Xiao Bai then.

That suited her silly style better.

After sending the message, the reply came quickly.

[I have a name, it’s Jiang Xubai.]

A tone without ripples, cold as ice.

Great, He Shumiao enjoyed talking to such a pretentious person.

At eleven, the dormitory lights went out.

Jiang Shuyao and Fang Wei fell asleep quickly, leaving only the class leader slaving away, grappling with the future talent of the base until late into the night.

Monday’s C language class took place in the multimedia classroom, where only a few national treasure girls remained committed to the front row.

When the bell rang, Old Man Jiang appeared at the lectern with his ancient thermos cup.

At the sight of the empty front rows, the smile on his wrinkled face promptly deepened.

Last week’s introduction to the basics had fifty-two computers booting up to display—hello world! It stirred up the rookies’ thirst and excitement for the unknown field.

But the enthusiasm seemed as fleeting as a rush of adrenaline, gone even quicker.

Just one weekend later, the outside world seemed to have eroded the willpower of most people.

Fortunately, the old professor was accustomed to such ebb and flow and took a sip of water, unfazed, before starting his lecture.

The lesson moved on to basic function calls.

Halfway through, the old man suddenly took off his glasses and asked, "Which student has the number 52?"

Jiang Shuyao was caught off guard for a moment and glanced around the classroom.

Not here?

...Was that guy really so arrogant?

Just as she entertained the thought, a head lazily popped out from the corner, accompanied by a distinctively languid voice: "Here."

A chill breeze seemed to pass through.

"What’s your name?"

"Pei Yan."

Old Man Jiang searched on the sign-in sheet, made a check mark, then waved over at Pei Yan, pointing to an empty seat in the front row: "You’re the class representative now, come sit up front."

He then added for everybody’s benefit, "Last week’s homework, Pei Yan had the highest completion rate. You all should learn from him."

So that was it, Jiang Shuyao couldn’t help but smile.

The C language class representative.

Young Master Pei must be rejecting the idea inside.

With no movement from the back, during Old Man Jiang’s expectant pause, a voice with an indifferent tone drifted from the corner.

"Those who agree with me being the class rep, raise your hand."

Jiang Shuyao felt that the old man was momentarily choked up.

"Think about it, not even a whisper in the classroom, not a single soul willing to raise their costly hand.

Including her.

Of course, her not raising her hand was entirely in accordance with that guy’s wishes.

A perfectly good opportunity ruined by the very person involved, as Jiang Xubai sat by the window, his brow furrowed, suddenly, after a moment of silence, he raised his hand, "I agree."

Ah!

He Shumiao’s reaction was particularly intense.

Grabbing Fang Wei’s sleeve, she suppressed her voice, indignant, "Last night, Jiang Xubai asked me who else had signed up for the base, and I only mentioned Yaoyao’s name."

"And then?"

"He, he, he said that if the person he was interested in wasn’t going, there was no point in him going either."

My goodness.

He Shumiao swallowed hard, originally she had intentionally omitted Pei Yan’s registration because she was worried Jiang Xubai would be biased, but after a night of strategizing, she had guessed the wrong script.

Out of fifty-two people in the class, only one raised a hand.

But having one was better than none, and Old Man Jiang, smiling cheerfully, signaled for Jiang Xubai to lower his hand and made a final decision, "Those who have finished programming can leave now. Class representative, come to my office later."

Ending class early, that was nearly sacrilegious in high school.

No sooner had Old Man Jiang’s words fallen than the classroom erupted with the sound of clattering keyboards, lifetimes away from the dead atmosphere of just moments before.

Indeed, nothing beats the cunning of age.

At this moment, the class representative had no time to worry about his own shadows lurking within as Jiang Shuyao.

She sent a WeChat message reminding that guy to hurry to the office, adding especially at the end that Old Man Jiang was one of the base assessment teachers, good relations with him could do no harm.

After so much talking, it was still this message that was effective.

But before long, when she turned her head to look towards the back of the classroom again, the corner seat was already empty.

The applications for the project base continued to be in full swing.

Initially, there was little enthusiasm from the freshmen, but to encourage eager participation, the department added three more privileges.

One, become a base member, and you can apply for six practice credits each semester.

Two, during base activities, classroom attendance may be relaxed.

Three, in case of winning a project, the award money is distributed by the team members themselves.

Gotta say, these three points hit the newbies’ soft spots, any one of them a blatant temptation.

The privileges had an immediate effect.

He Shumiao, clutching a full stack of applications, was so busy running around she nearly turned into a dog with exhaustion.

It was a painful yet joyful experience, the truest feeling from the heart of a stand-in class president.

With the National Day holiday approaching, a craze for washing bed sheets has swept the boys’ dormitory buildings, led by the dorms of the engineering students.

Believe it or not, could boys be that clean?

Not really.

This year, the Mid-Autumn Festival was right before National Day, combining for a ten-day holiday.

Most importantly, the EBG international event was set to kick off on the night of September 30th.

Early washing of bed sheets, commonly known as nesting.

They would sit, they would lie down, clutching their computers, clutching their phones, paying 360-degree, no-dead-angle attention to the competition.

Don’t ask what kind of allure gaming has for boys, if you do, there’s only one answer.

With no girlfriend, why not game?

Maybe they haven’t considered, the relationship between girlfriends and gaming is actually reversible.

The bed sheet washing trend finally affected the girls’ side too.

For a simple reason, when blue and white checkered bed sheets covered every branch under the dorms, it was a sight to behold.

Right, girls can be such adorable creatures.

During the weekend, as He Shumiao carried her freshly washed bed sheets upstairs, Jiang Shuyao was about to head up.

She had inadvertently seen a shadow flit across the roof and wondered if the rooftop was accessible.

If so, that would be a great place for drying clothes.

Her roommates were eager to try, but with too many people and a large target group, it was easy to cause complications, so Jiang Shuyao suggested she check it out first."