don't get angry, senpai

Chapter 40 [040] You are dying
At seven o'clock on Monday night, all the teachers of No. [-] Middle School met on time.

The headmaster with a general's belly walks very awkwardly, which makes people laugh.

after an hour.
"Ahem, the teacher in the second year of high school stays, and the others can leave first."

As soon as the principal finished speaking, the audience dispersed, leaving only a group of dozing second-year teachers.

Zhang Muzong yawned, he was a little sleepy now.

If there is no accident, we will start talking about the student union next.

The overseas student union positions are all elected by the students themselves.

As for the duties of the student union in China, basically the school leaders handle it single-handedly.

So the teachers are really not interested in this matter.

If it wasn't for the new principal's brain twitch, who insisted on attacking some first-tier high schools, who would care about the dispensable student union?
The funniest thing is that top students are not willing to participate, let alone other students with mediocre grades.

The principal was obviously very dissatisfied: "Why are there so few members who voluntarily sign up for the student union? And there are only a few with good grades. What's the matter with you?"

The stage turned into the principal's one-man show, but the audience enjoyed it.

"I heard that so-and-so in your class has made great progress."

"Ham, compared with the so-and-so in your class, the gap is still very big."

"We have been friends for decades, you and I are being humble!"

"Where do you go to travel during the summer vacation?"

"A family of three went to the amusement park, and the children insisted on playing some kind of roller coaster, which almost frightened labor and capital into a heart attack."

After beeping for a long time, he found that no one was paying attention to him, and the principal almost vomited blood.

After scanning the teachers in the audience, his eyes finally fixed on Zhang Muzong who was dozing off.

"Who is that teacher who dozed off!"

Sensing someone pushing his arm, Zhang Muzong opened his eyes in a daze, and found that everyone was staring at him.

what's the situation?
The principal pointed at him and said, "Tell me, why are there so few students who are willing to sign up for the student union?"

"Me?" Zhang Muzong pointed to himself.

"Yes, it's you."

yo~
Want to make an example of others?

After thinking about it, Zhang Muzong replied: "Because joining the student union has no real meaning, and the positions of the student union chairman, student union vice-chairman, and student union secretary-general are all decided by the school leaders. How about knowing the time and signing up?"

If he couldn't tell, he would definitely be punished, so he bit the bullet.

"Very well, I will leave this matter to you!"

"???"

Are you so sloppy? !
Anyway, there is no good solution right now, it is better to let the other party solve it.

The principal said with satisfaction: "This is the end of today's meeting, everyone can disband."

"Cough cough, Lao Zhang, come on!"

"Congratulations, Lao Zhang! Congratulations!"

"The star of tomorrow is you!"

"Good job!"

Faced with the "blessings" of his colleagues, Zhang Muzong was a little dumbfounded.

Regarding the recruiting of the student union, he thought of that girl in a strange way.

That's right, Xia Zhiyuan, an abbot!

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Zhang Muzong always thinks that she will be the chairman of the student union, and she will definitely succeed!
Well, the confidence of fans.

On the other side, Zhiyuan, who was reviewing her homework in the bedroom, suddenly sneezed, sending a chill down her spine.

"MMP, why do you always have an ominous premonition?"

Spend the weekend paddling and fishing, but you still have to take it seriously.

Zhiyuan has a very clear goal now, constantly fill in the gaps and make up for the omissions, and strive to apply for the science class.

She didn't know that she had been silently marked by the old class as the candidate for the "Number One Student Union President".

If she knew Zhang Muzong's thoughts, Zhi Yuan would definitely complain: Huh?Brother, are you serious?I want grades but no grades, talent but no talent, where do you have the confidence to let me be the chairman of the student union?

The next afternoon, the last class meeting.

Zhang Muzong, as the person in charge of the recruitment of the student union, first colluded with other teachers, and then talked in detail about the advantages of joining the student union in class.

The reaction of the students was very slow. A few students who wanted to join raised their hands and asked if it was too late to sign up.

Xia Zhiyuan was indifferent, but Zhang Yiting, the class leader, submitted her personal information to the old class and expressed her desire to join the student union.

"There are still students who want to join the student union, you can continue to sign up." Zhang Muzong began to shout loudly.

There are not only a few members in the student union, but also the propaganda department, organization department, life department, sports department, literature and art department, etc. Now it can be said that there are vacancies for talents.

With the continuous brainwashing of the old class, some people finally began to sign up and fill in their favorite department positions.

Anyway, they quit automatically in the third year of high school, basically nothing happened to them.

Just experience college life in advance, and it will be convenient and fast to integrate into the group in the future.

On the corridor on the fourth floor.

"Mengxi, think again!"

"Teacher, I've made up my mind, please don't force it." The girl kept a polite smile.

The head teacher of the experimental class tried to fight for it again: "Why don't you get the name of the vice chairman of the student union, and let the other students take care of the internal affairs. How about this?"

Mengxi lowered her head and fell into silence.

In the end she reluctantly agreed: "Okay."

As long as it doesn't delay her study, everything is fine.

Similar scenes continue to appear, and history repeats itself again.

On the one hand, everyone is selling Zhang Muzong's favor, and on the other hand, it is because they don't want to be too embarrassing.

Think about it carefully, if someone asks you how many students are members of the student union in the class you manage after graduation?

If there is none, the scene is quite embarrassing.

At first, I thought that I had nothing to do with the student union, until I was called to the corridor alone by Zhang Muzong during the morning reading the next day.

"what?"

After listening to what the old class said, Zhiyuan looked blank: "No, teacher, are you serious?"

Let yourself be the president of the student body?

Are you sure you don't have Shi Lezhi?
Zhang Muzong said solemnly: "I think you have great potential and can carry the heavy responsibility of the student union."

Zhiyuan held his forehead: "Is there any basis?"

"You worked harder than other students. You started to study the May [-] mock test papers in advance, and you didn't even pass up the science subjects."

"No, you're not afraid that I'm just pretending?"

"I believe you."

But I can't believe myself!
Zhi Yuan wanted to cry but had no tears. How could a person like her with the lowest grades be equated with the president of the student union?
Hard to do.
Is there really no successor for the student union?

"Anyway, I still hope you think about it carefully, and it won't do you any harm." Zhang Muzong was not in a hurry.

He knows that everything should be done step by step, and he is not very sure.

In case Xia Zhiyuan is just a newcomer pretending to be a boss and is not qualified for this position, Zhang Muzong himself will be responsible.

Zhiyuan was extremely perfunctory: "Okay, let's talk."

On the way back to his seat, he met Wang Xiaojie's eyes.

Thinking of what he said in class a few days ago, Xiaojie tried to defend himself: "Paper (kite)."

"Stop, I don't know you well, don't call me so intimate."

Just when Zhiyuan was about to ignore the other party, she suddenly thought of something, turned around and said softly, "Your horse is gone~"

Wang Xiaojie:? ? ?

He was completely dumbfounded: I was hallucinating just now?Is student Zhiyuan really swearing?

Sitting on the chair, Zhiyuan gave Wang Xiaojie a provocative look.

Dare to speak ill of yourself in front of me?
You are already very polite without a slap on your face, and you still want to be so kind?
Sao Nian, you are dying!

(End of this chapter)