1970s: A hot-tempered wife who accompanied a soldier to the military compound and made a fortune.

Chapter 1688 He did it on purpose.
To everyone's surprise, the class committee members were elected.

The class monitor was Liu Changhai, who was older and had worked in the public security system, and the deputy class monitor was Wang Shizhong, who was said to be from a compound in Beijing.

Quite a few students voted for Chuxue, but after Chuxue made her statement, the other students changed their choices.

Wang Yan, a student in the class, received the most votes and was successfully elected.

Encouraged by the first snowfall, the lively Zhang Yanyan was elected as the entertainment committee member with a high number of votes, making her the only member of their dormitory to be elected to the class committee.

Next came the class life committee member, Zhang Lili, who was elected with a high number of votes, while the hygiene committee member was Zhao Guoling, the oldest student in their class.

Lin Guodong serves as the branch secretary of the Youth League.

After the class committee was elected, they followed the counselor to bring back the books for this semester.

After distributing all the books, the homeroom teacher looked at the remaining set on the podium and asked, "Who hasn't received their book yet?"

Everyone looked at each other, seeing the books they had received laid out in front of them, but no one stood up to speak.

It was only then that Chu Xue noticed she hadn't seen Jiang Wenxing.

The homeroom teacher glanced around and was about to speak when she saw Zhang Yanyan raise her hand: "Zhang Yanyan, what's up?"

Zhang Yanyan said, "Teacher, I noticed that Jiang Wenxing, a student from our dormitory, doesn't seem to be here. That set of books should be hers."

Upon hearing this, the counselor quickly glanced at the list in his hand. He was supposed to take attendance, but he never expected that some students would be absent from the first class meeting after registration.

After finding Jiang Wenxing's name and marking it with a heavy 'X', they asked: "Zhang Yanyan, was she in the dormitory when you left?"

Zhang Yanyan shook her head: "She left the dormitory before noon, and she hadn't gone back when we arrived."

Just as she finished speaking, Jiang Wenxing walked in from outside: "I'm sorry, something came up and I was held up."

She didn't stop walking while she was speaking; instead, she went straight to the empty seats at the back.

Class teacher Feng Guangming took a deep breath: "You must be Jiang Wenxing, right? Come up here and get your books." Jiang Wenxing had barely sat down when he had to go back to the podium.

He frowned slightly: "Teacher, you can leave the book there for now. I'll take it with me when I leave."

As soon as she said this, everyone looked at her, wondering in their hearts about Jiang Wenxing's identity.

The homeroom teacher was displeased: "Jiang Wenxing, you'd better come up and check your books, so you don't miss any and can't make up for them later."

Everyone was looking at Jiang Wenxing. She couldn't make up any more excuses, so she had no choice but to get up and walk towards the podium.

She looked at the book list and said, "Teacher, they're all correct."

The homeroom teacher nodded: "As long as they all match, you can take them away."

To be honest, he did it on purpose.

Even though Jiang Wenxing was unhappy, he had no choice but to carry the stack of books back to the back in front of so many classmates.

I cursed the class teacher to death in my heart.

She had just taken her books to her seat when the homeroom teacher said, "That's all for today's class meeting. See you tomorrow."

Jiang Wenxing was even angrier now, and couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "I said you could just carry me away when you leave, but you made me go up and check first. I carried you over here all by then, and the class meeting was over."

Many people had a look of schadenfreude on their faces.

Jiang Wenxing turned her head and saw her roommates. She made up her mind and saw that they were about to leave: "Zhang Yanyan, I have something to do. Could you help me take the books back to the dormitory?"

After she said that, everyone looked at her differently.

　Friends, I checked and it says that the first two cohorts after the resumption of the college entrance examination did not have counselors, only class teachers, so I'll just write "class teacher" directly.

　　(End of this chapter)