Rebirth 08: A Happy Life Begins in Elementary School

Chapter 133 Does anyone have any objections to Li Zhao being appointed class monitor?

"Holy crap, you're Li Zhao?!"

Liu Changgui's shout was quite loud, drawing the attention of several people nearby.

He immediately covered his mouth and apologized to everyone.

The fat man glanced up at Li Zhao, then immediately looked down at his phone.

"Tsk tsk tsk, he's handsome." Liu Changgui lowered his voice, grinning as he leaned closer to Li Zhao. "Do you know Song Bowen from our school?"

"I don't know him."

"A famous talent in our school won first place in the Linjiang Provincial Essay Competition. He published articles in primary and secondary school weekly magazines so many times that his hands were sore. He was even a regular writer in the New Taipei Daily."

"Pretty impressive," Li Zhao nodded.

He Shuyao was secretly pleased.

"He was admitted through a special program just like us," Liu Changgui said. "When Teacher Wang said your essays were really good, he took it very seriously. He kept telling us that he wanted to have a showdown with you when he met you."

It seems that Song Bowen was the one with the bowl cut hairstyle in the same exam room back then. What a coincidence!

However, "just like us"? Li Zhao glanced at Liu Changgui. Was he also a special admissions student?

There shouldn't be any special admissions for sports in the experimental class, right?

"Are you also a specially admitted student?"

"Yes, I'm not very good at it, I can't compare to the two of you," Liu Changgui laughed. "I've only won first prize in the provincial mathematics competition and first prize in the science and technology innovation competition."

Wu Weisong immediately joined the fray, "You won first prize in the science and technology innovation competition? Impressive! I'm Wu Weisong—"

"Vison!" Liu Changgui exclaimed excitedly, "Holy crap, Vison, you two are actually sitting together?"

Then Wu Weisong recounted his experience of being invited to the school with Li Zhao to choose their seats in advance —

"Privileges," Zhao Dabao chuckled.

He Shuyao must have felt a lot of pressure.

What kind of classmates are these?

"Sigh, Shuyao, listen to them." Su Wan shook her head and tossed her shoulder-length hair.

Luckily, I had my deskmate.

"They're all monsters. I only won first prize in the city's math and English competitions, so I'm not even qualified to sit at the table. I can only take the exam."

have to.

He Shuyao gave an awkward smile and chose to remain silent.

Liu Changgui was very talkative, and he started to introduce the fat Zhao Dabao, saying, "My brother Bao, although he wasn't specially recruited, he's better than one."

Li Zhao observed that Zhao Dabao pursed his lips smugly, wiping the sweat from his upper lip into his mouth.

Judging from his appearance, he must be skilled in computers and likely understands hardware.

"Once you get to the subjects of physics and chemistry, Bao Ge's advantage will become apparent."

Oh, so it's someone who's learning ahead of their time.

"His father is a member of the Linjiang Physics Olympiad Organizing Committee and also a lecturer at the Physics Department of Linjiang University."

That definitely has something special about it.

Li Zhao nodded. "That's good. Please give me your guidance in the future."

A sudden, mature remark broke the atmosphere of the conversation. Liu Changgui paused for a long time, unsure how to continue his boasting, and could only start chatting with Zhao Dabao about some old stories.

With a look of awe and curiosity.

As Wang Wenzhao entered the classroom, the chatter instantly disappeared.

Everyone follows the rules quite well, which Li Zhao likes very much.

Wang Wenzhao, standing on the podium, exuded a powerful aura, his posture confident and open, a stark contrast to the man I saw playing StarCraft in the internet cafe.

After a standard welcoming opening, Wang Wenzhao turned around and wrote two strings of numbers on the blackboard: "This is my mobile phone number, and this is my QQ number. Everyone, please write these down. If you have any questions about your studies or life in the future, feel free to contact me anytime."

Giving someone a QQ number right away is common now, but it was still quite novel in 08.

It was a relatively friendly approach, so the response was quite positive.

"Before we officially start chatting, we have some things to do," Wang Wenzhao said. "The strong boys in the back row, go downstairs and get your textbooks. Li Zhao, you take them with you."

Damn, don't act like we're old friends!

Following Wang Wenzhao's gaze were almost all the students in the front row.

Without a doubt, the question of "who exactly is Li Zhao" was answered at this moment.

Li Zhao could only nod helplessly.

"Take a look and arrange for a few students to go down and collect them," Wang Wenzhao said.

In the first year of junior high, there was no physics or chemistry yet. There were textbooks for seven subjects in total: Chinese, math, English, politics, history, geography, and biology. There was also art, music, and a strange subject called "labor".

Ten courses, more than 600 books.

Li Zhao glanced around and said, "The male students in the last two rows, come with me."

Two girls sat in the second-to-last row, so Li Zhao took a total of 14 people with him, including himself.

There were three of them who looked rather thin—including Wu Weisong.

Li Zhao walked quickly and waited outside the door. The students who were initially confused or unwilling immediately quickened their pace.

There were only students from Class 1 outside the classroom, which Li Zhao suspected was a small privilege of "priority access to books".

You don't have to squeeze with others, and you can choose the neatest and cleanest books first.

"Weisong, take these two students with you. They'll be in charge of counting the number later," Li Zhao said. "There are 62 students in our class. Once you've confirmed the number, give it to us, and we'll carry it upstairs."

Wu Weisong nodded, immediately understanding Li Zhao's intention: the three thinnest ones would do some other work.

Class 1 is on the third floor, which isn't a long walk.

After the preparations at the entrance, everyone was no longer as loose as before. People like Liu Changgui were running around like the wind, but he ended up waiting for Li Zhao at the entrance of the laboratory on the first floor.

This should be a biology lab, used to examine onion cells under a microscope later. Right now, it's piled high with stacks of books.

A middle-aged female teacher sat at the podium, taking notes. "Experimental Class 1?"

"right."

"Sign it, and take 62 books for each subject."

"Okay," Li Zhao stepped forward, quickly wrote down the names, and then looked at the form. "There are ten courses in total. Wei Song, you guys take a count first. Three students, take Chinese, Math, and English upstairs."

Zhao Dabao headed straight for the pile of books, but was stopped by Li Zhao.

"You can move later," Li Zhao whispered to him, and he waited until he was at the back of the line.

"You're Li Zhao?" The female teacher looked at Li Zhao curiously.

"Yes, teacher."

"Tsk tsk tsk, I heard you got a special admission offer. You even ranked first in the entrance exam?"

"That's all in the past. There are so many books here, and everyone in our class is a master. Who knows what the future holds?" Li Zhao said with a smile.

The three subjects had already been counted, and Li Zhao directly instructed Liu Changgui and two other strong men to go up and carry them. "Take thirty books at a time, don't force it."

Then I went up there myself to wait for the second wave of moving.

When the books were being moved into the classroom, Wang Wenzhao was adjusting everyone's seats, mainly targeting the relatively tall students who were sitting in the front row and blocking the view.

Soon, all the books were moved to the podium.

The three tough guys who made three trips were the first to rest, and the last to return with Li Zhao after the count was completed.

Wang Wenzhao had a smile on his face.

This is actually not a simple task.

Moving books is pure manual labor, and some of the thinner ones will resist it. Then there's Zhao Dabao, that fat guy; if you make him run two or three trips, he'll probably burst into tears. Managing this group of people you've just met requires a lot of skill.

Of course, even if you know nothing and just make random arrangements, you can still get this little thing done.

But it's definitely not like this now—the group of boys in the back row are already starting to gravitate towards Li Zhao.

The thin one was in charge of counting, the fat one only made one trip, and the one with better health would rest earlier if he made more trips. Li Zhao carried the load twice by himself and then accompanied the counting classmate back, leading the way and finishing up the work.

Everyone who participated had a comfortable experience.

Everyone has work to do, and no one is bothered.

They don't need to use their brains; they do things within their comfort zone and don't need to worry about others' strange looks.

Conversely, they didn't even get the slightest chance to fight for a voice. From the very beginning, Li Zhao's dominance and instructions permeated the entire operation.

There is no room for discussion.

Although it is a very, very small thing, it is precisely in such small things that organizational and management capabilities can be seen.

For a first-year junior high student to do these things so naturally, they can only be natural-born managers.

In fact, Li Zhao had simply gotten used to it.

During his university years, he led small groups of a few people. After starting work, he managed teams of three or four to dozens of people as a leader, and also organized meetings with hundreds or even thousands of people.

Some methods have long since become like muscle memory.

As long as you don't throw yourself into a group of teenage girls, these are all trivial matters.

The seats had already been adjusted, and He Shuyao and Su Wan remained in their original seats.

Wang Wenzhao placed his hands on the podium and glanced at Li Zhao.

Li Zhao suddenly felt something was wrong.

I think I've really fallen into a trap.

"Next, let's distribute the textbooks to everyone," Wang Wenzhao said. "As you all saw, without some students helping with class affairs, things can get quite chaotic. So, I've decided that we'll appoint a class monitor."

As soon as he finished speaking, the group of boys he had just led out all looked at Li Zhao, their eyes clearly saying, "Go for it, we support you."

"Does anyone have any objections to Li Zhao being chosen?"