Rebirth of the Millennial: Getting Rich After Parents Get Laid Off

Chapter 201 Afraid it would dry out
Seeing Chen Siping's reaction, Shen Qingqing raised an eyebrow, smiled, exchanged a glance with Wu Fangyi, and changed the subject without saying anything: "So, are you going back to the dorm now or wandering around the school?"

"We're going back to the dorm; I have a habit of taking a nap after lunch."

Yao Run seemed to be a sensible person; after speaking, he nodded to Shen Qingqing.

Shen Qingqing gave an "OK" sign. "Okay, let's take a tour of the school first, so we won't get lost when classes start."

Yao Run led Chen Siping away. Before leaving, Chen Siping waved goodbye to them.

After watching them walk away and making sure she could no longer hear their voices, Wu Fangyi finally spoke: "It's a good thing you made it clear beforehand, otherwise who knows how much trouble we would have gotten into later."

"I don't have that much time to spend on these things. Besides, I have two good friends, you and Manman, that's enough. I can't maintain any more than that."

"Moreover, Yao Run seems to be a smart and easy-going person, but Chen Siping is really hard to say. She seems to listen to Yao Run quite a bit, but I feel something is off about her."

As Shen Qingqing walked, she skipped and hopped up and down the small steps along the roadside.

Wu Fangyi walked around her, protecting her. "We'll see. If things don't go well, we'll talk about it later. If it really doesn't work out, we can apply to change dorms."

"I don't think it will work, at least not for the first year of high school. When I came to register today and went to apply for a dormitory, I heard someone say that they have expanded enrollment by two selective classes this year, which are classes where you pay money to get a lower score. The dormitories are a bit full."

"If you want to change dorms, you have to wait until the senior class graduates. And even then, you might not be able to change to the same class. If you're a junior and move into a senior's dorm..." As Shen Qingqing said this, a thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

She stopped and looked at Wu Fangyi: "In our second year of high school, should we try to take the college entrance examination?"

"You want to graduate early?" Wu Fangyi asked, somewhat surprised.

But the thought that she only needed to study for two years of high school and could reduce the cost of high school by one year made it impossible for Wu Fangyi not to be tempted.

Although she has saved more than 20,000 yuan by tutoring and doing part-time jobs during her three years of junior high school, she still tries to save money wherever possible.

"It just came to me suddenly when we were talking about it, but completing three years of courses in two years is a bit too much of a time and pressure for us." Shen Qingqing smiled, saying "pressured" but her expression didn't quite reflect that.

But after saying that, he remembered something, walked properly next to Wu Fangyi, turned to her and said, "But Fangyi, you can participate in the competition and get a guaranteed admission, right? Your math is so good, it should be too late for you to start learning for the competition now."

Wu Fangyi shook her head: "I don't plan to pursue competitions. I just want to take the college entrance examination normally. Competitions require too much effort. If I wanted to, I would have participated in them in junior high school."

"Didn't the troupe leader ask us if we wanted to participate back then?"

Shen Qingqing remembered that in the second semester of her first year of junior high school, Fang Chengying had talked to the two of them.

"That's true. Let's think about it this way first and see if the teaching schedule at Jinzhong is too demanding. If it's not, then we'll increase the intensity?"

After Wu Fangyi gave an "OK" sign, the two didn't say anything more. After walking around most of the school, they basically figured out the travel time between several essential buildings.

Then it was almost time for dinner.

This time, Shen Qingqing was determined not to try anything recklessly again. She and Wu Fangyi discussed it carefully and ordered two servings of fried rice noodles.

The taste wasn't amazing, but at ten yuan, it was worth it.

Unexpectedly, when they finished eating and were about to go back to the dormitory to take a shower, they heard a quarrel coming from inside the dormitory as soon as they arrived at the dormitory door.

They couldn't hear clearly through the door, but Shen Qingqing and Wu Fangyi exchanged a glance and both saw the understanding in each other's eyes: they had come after all.

Shen Qingqing shrugged and pushed open the door to go inside.

Upon entering, one sees four people standing on either side, with two other girls glaring angrily, while Yao Run is trying to comfort Chen Siping.

When the two girls saw Shen Qingqing and Wu Fangyi return, they rolled their eyes at Yao Run and Chen Siping, then scoffed and sat back down in their seats.

Shen Qingqing raised her eyebrows, surprised by this reaction; she had thought the argument would continue.

Looking at Yao Run and Chen Siping, Chen Siping didn't cry, but she looked sad, and Yao Run's brows were furrowed with anger.

However, neither side seemed to have any intention of laying things out openly, so Shen Qingqing naturally wouldn't meddle or ask any more questions.

She simply brought the school uniform in from the balcony and asked, "Is anyone going to take a shower? If not, I'll go first."

The two girls didn't move. Yao Run shook his head and said, "Go ahead." Chen Siping also shook her head at Shen Qingqing.

Wu Fangyi didn't stand on ceremony and said directly, "Then you go first, I'll go after you come out."

It's likely that the two girls had already finished showering. By the time Wu Fangyi finished and came out, only Yao Run and Chen Siping had gone into the bathroom again.

The entire dormitory was filled with a cold and silent atmosphere all night, so Shen Qingqing and Wu Fangyi simply communicated directly on their phones.

Jinzhong does not prohibit students from bringing cell phones, but they are not allowed in class.

Fortunately, although we didn't get along, we kept the same routine. Around 11:30 p.m., we all turned off the lights and went to bed.

Silent all night.

Just as Shen Qingqing thought that it wouldn't be bad to get through the first year of high school with this kind of cold violence, the conflict broke out unexpectedly early the next morning.

Shen Qingqing was thinking of staying in bed a little longer when the arguing on the balcony suddenly erupted, startling her so much that she jumped out of bed and quickly poked her head out from behind the curtains, where she met the eyes of Wu Fangyi, who had already gotten out of bed.

Shen Qingqing blinked, pointed a finger out onto the balcony, and mouthed, "What's wrong?"
Wu Fangyi shook her head. She had just woken up and didn't know what was happening outside.

Shen Qingqing hesitated for two seconds, and was just about to get out of bed when she heard an even louder noise from outside the balcony, along with Chen Siping's scream.

Wu Fangyi rushed out of the balcony door before Shen Qingqing could react. She saw that everyone was alright, but there was a broken washbasin on the ground.

Shen Qingqing caught up, peeked half her head out from Wu Fangyi's shoulder, and glanced at the "battlefield." No one was injured, but the washbasin looked like it had been deliberately smashed.

She inexplicably felt a sense of unease.

How is this going?

However, time waits for no one. Today was the first day of school. Even if there were some unpleasant things, no one kept putting it off. Everyone washed up, changed clothes, and went to the cafeteria to buy a cup of soy milk and two steamed buns. They ate on the way before entering the teaching building.

Because there were discipline inspection officers wearing red armbands checking people's appearance and breakfast downstairs in the teaching building.

Breakfast is not allowed in the teaching building, otherwise it will smell. Shen Qingqing's classroom is on the second floor, and Wu Fangyi's is on the third floor. Before parting, the two agreed to meet at the stairwell after class to have lunch together.

Upon entering the classroom, the blackboard displayed the words "Sit according to your seat number." Shen Qingqing's seat number was 1, but the seat numbers on the desks were scrambled, so Shen Qingqing had to find them one by one.

Those who were already seated knew where seat number one was, so they were all waiting to see who would sit there.

When Shen Qingqing found seat number one and sat down, everyone's eyes immediately turned to her.

Even if Shen Qingqing is not sensitive to other people's gazes, she can't help but be sensitive to the gazes of more than a dozen people at once.

Shen Qingqing paused for a moment after putting down her schoolbag, then silently raised her head to meet the gazes of the people in front of her.

Because Jinzhong uses a small-class teaching model, with the two advanced classes having only thirty students each.

There might be around forty students in a regular class.

The number for the elite classes is about the same.

Therefore, each class has a single seat, with no deskmates, only neighboring deskmates.

Those who met Shen Qingqing's gaze were first stunned, then greeted her with a smile or a nod before looking away.

But when people arrived later and passed by seat number one while looking for a seat, they would all look at Shen Qingqing with surprise and then interact with her.

Who could resist taking a look at a live, top-scoring city student?

Once the whole class had arrived, a strong voice rang out from the back door of the classroom: "Hello, students! This is the first time we've met in the new semester, so let me introduce myself. My surname is Zheng, and my name is Zheng Yonghui. I just taught a senior class, and I'm back this year to teach the first year of high school. I will be your homeroom teacher and also your math teacher!"

As Zheng Yonghui spoke, he walked towards the podium. On his way up, he casually picked up a piece of chalk and quickly wrote his name and phone number on the blackboard: "This is my name and phone number. Write them down and tell your parents when you get home this weekend. I will be making some follow-up phone calls from time to time in the future."

Zheng Yonghui is a chubby man with a spiky haircut and black-rimmed glasses, but he seems very approachable.

Shen Qingqing took out her sticky note from her schoolbag and copied it down.

"Alright, let's take attendance now. You don't need to stand up, just raise your hand so I can see you." Zheng Yonghui held the attendance sheet and began his "Khan's Great Military Check": "First one, Shen Qingqing~ Who is she?"

Shen Qingqing raised her hand.

Where is it?

Shen Qingqing raised her arm and shook it a couple of times.

"Oh, there it is!" Zheng Yonghui scribbled on the attendance list. "It seems our number one student is rather petite! Your studies are already top-notch, but you need to pay more attention to exercise. More exercise will help you grow taller!"

The whole class laughed.

Shen Qingqing's face darkened. Some jokes, if the person making them doesn't find them funny, then they're not jokes, they're offensive.

Shen Qingqing hates being laughed at for her height.

She couldn't even understand why everyone around her was still taller than her, even though she was two centimeters taller in this life than in her previous life.

There were only thirty names; they were called very quickly.

It seems that every homeroom teacher has a special ability to recognize people; they can match names with people just by calling out roll call.

Next came the usual class meeting to elect class officers. However, Zheng Yonghui said, "Our class has few people, so we don't need so many class officer positions. Our class only has nine subject representatives, plus one class monitor, one Youth League secretary, and one academic representative. For matters related to academics, go to the academic representative and the subject representatives. For matters related to class affairs, go to the class monitor and the Youth League secretary."

"Now, if anyone wants to run for class officer, come up on stage and give a speech to garner votes. I'll give you twenty minutes. If the election isn't finished after twenty minutes, I'll appoint someone directly, and then there won't be any changes for the rest of the first year of high school."

Given a time limit, those with ideas acted decisively.

Shen Qingqing sat motionless below, as if in deep meditation, staring blankly at each person who went up to compete.

There are only thirty people in total. Excluding Shen Qingqing, there are twenty-nine people in eleven positions. If there is no overlap, they already make up one-third of the people.

But looking at it, Shen Qingqing felt that more than a third of the people went up; it must have been more than half.

Zheng Yonghui added, "When the vote comes later, everyone except the person running for that position will have the right to vote. Abstaining from voting is allowed, but you need to explain why you are not participating in class activities."

Shen Qingqing, who had been lost in thought, originally intended to abstain from voting. Since no one understood her, she worried that if the team was eventually formed and then messed things up, they might turn around and accuse her of choosing the class officers themselves. That would infuriate her.

Now Zheng Yonghui says he needs to explain why he abstained from voting?

Shen Qingqing immediately stopped daydreaming and listened attentively to their campaign speeches, even more attentively than when listening to work reports from the studio.

What a joke! A reliable class committee is crucial to the quality of one's student life for the entire year ahead. Having already experienced the torment of being a class committee member in university, Shen Qingqing understands this perfectly well.

What if we're just one vote short of hers?

Zheng Yonghui added again: "Students can also ask the candidates questions during their speeches, such as what problems they encountered and how they solved them."

After saying this, Shen Qingqing looked at Zheng Yonghui with some surprise.

This is a bit interesting.

Next, the whole class watched as the petite "number one" student, as described by the homeroom teacher, unleashed her full power, bombarding each student on stage with questions like cannonballs to garner votes.

Ironically, every question she asked was one that was very likely to happen.

A total of seventeen people went up to compete, and after Shen Qingqing's first round of cannon shots, three people came down.

After the second round of artillery fire, three more came down.

Meanwhile, two class officer positions became vacant due to competition.

Just as Shen Qingqing was about to unleash her third barrage of attacks, Zheng Yonghui noticed the tension among the remaining people on stage and quickly stepped in to smooth things over, fearing that the class committee team, whose number of candidates had already been reduced by him, would be disbanded by Shen Qingqing.

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