Chapter 03: Class Monitor
A few minutes passed, and Fu Guanxian finished his game. He muttered a curse under his breath, “A bunch of pigs as teammates!” He tossed his phone aside, ready to get out of bed, and only then noticed Xiang Yang still standing awkwardly at the doorway, lost in thought.
Seeing her furrowed brow, Fu Guanxian was immediately displeased. “Hey, why aren't you writing yet? Planning on making me stay up all night with you?”
Xiang Yang looked at him, her lips moving as if she wanted to retort, but under his sharp gaze, she cowardly chose to remain silent.
Fu Guanxian saw her finally sit down at the desk, open her notebook, and start writing neatly. He idly circled around her for a couple of rounds, then grabbed a textbook and sat down on the black swivel chair not far from her. He flipped through a few pages, then peeked over to see how far she had written.
Xiang Yang tried to focus on copying, ignoring his presence. But she was truly uncomfortable. Since she was a child, she had never needed to be punished by a teacher to copy things like this.
“Hey!” Fu Guanxian's voice startled her, and she dropped her pen, causing the last stroke of the character to be crooked.
She silently crossed out the mistake.
Fu Guanxian stood up, leaning against the table, and looked at her. “At this writing speed, how long will it take you? Even a turtle crawls faster than you!”
Xiang Yang's handwriting was neat and orderly, a classic regular script, each stroke meticulously formed. Precisely because of this, her writing speed wasn't fast.
But was writing slowly her fault?
Xiang Yang endured the comment, not replying.
Fu Guanxian continued his dissatisfaction, “You spent this long just writing one time, and there are 49 more. At this rate, even if you write until tomorrow morning when school starts, you won't finish.”
Xiang Yang looked at the completed content in front of her, remaining silent.
“Write faster, who are you writing so beautifully for? It's not a calligraphy competition!”
Xiang Yang's regular script was very elegant. When she was in elementary school, she had represented the school in calligraphy competitions in the city more than once, even bringing back several awards, adding to the school's glory.
Hearing so many complaints from Fu Guanxian, she couldn't help but ask, “My handwriting is different from yours, the teacher will know.”
“Don't worry about that, just finish writing it. Humph, anyway, fooling the teacher is a piece of cake for me.”
Xiang Yang bit her lip, closed her mouth, and started writing, only slightly increasing her speed.
Fu Guanxian stood beside her, supervising for a while. Seeing that her speed was barely acceptable, he finally returned to his original seat, picked up a different book, and continued flipping through it.
When the housekeeper brought in the snacks, she saw Xiang Yang sitting at Fu Guanxian's desk, writing with great concentration. She hurriedly praised, “Xiang Yang is so diligent in her studies, it's truly heartwarming to see.”
Hearing this, Xiang Yang raised her head and sweetly called out, “Auntie.” She even smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
“Auntie, I'm tutoring her,” Fu Guanxian interjected, his voice tinged with slight displeasure.
“Oh, oh, I see. Well, Auntie won't disturb you then. Continue.”
Xiang Yang didn't look at Fu Guanxian, she just tightened her grip on the pen, raised her eyes, and glanced at him.
Fu Guanxian slightly narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. “What are you looking at? I know I'm handsome, you don't have to look.”
Xiang Yang rolled her eyes, not responding.
The room was silent for a while. Fu Guanxian, seemingly casually, mentioned, “I heard your teacher's eyesight isn't good, so she chose you to be class monitor?”
What did he mean by bad eyesight?
Xiang Yang didn't dare to retort, only replying, “Yeah.”
“I also heard that there are a few boys in your class who are almost like little hooligans. Are you, the class monitor, a little vulnerable?”
Xiang Yang didn't know how he knew so much about her class. After all, she didn't even know which boys in her class were difficult to deal with.
She asked, “What are you trying to say?”
“Oh, nothing.” Fu Guanxian crossed his legs and said leisurely, “Congratulations on your imminent dismissal!”
“You...” Xiang Yang clenched her small fist tightly on the table, but didn't speak.
She was so focused on writing that she didn't notice Fu Guanxian put down his book and stared at her for a long time.
That night, Xiang Yang wrote non-stop until 10:30 pm, but she had only completed ten copies.
Fu Guanxian finished showering and saw her still maintaining the same upright posture, diligently writing. The more he looked, the more annoyed he became. He impatiently said, “Stop writing.”
“There are still forty copies left.”
“Heh, you, I bet even if you had another day, you wouldn't finish.”
“But...”
“It's fine if you can hand it in tomorrow.” Fu Guanxian walked to the desk and closed the notebook.
Xiang Yang, who had always disliked leaving things unfinished, thought for a moment and asked, “Should I take it back to write?”
“Heh, are you trying to make all the elders know about my punishment for copying?”
“I didn't...”
“Don't you think I'm stupid? Didn't you finish your homework before coming here? Suddenly going back to stay up late and write homework, won't your parents ask you? If your parents know, won't my parents know? Xiang Yang, are you deliberately trying to screw me over?”
Xiang Yang really didn't have that intention, she hurriedly explained, “I didn't mean that, I just...”
She just wanted to help him finish it.
Fu Guanxian waved his hand, “Alright, alright, go ahead and leave!”
Xiang Yang looked at him, but ultimately obeyed his command and went home.
The next morning, Fu Guanxian's homeroom teacher asked the class monitor to urge him twice before he finally arrived late, handing in Xiang Yang's hard work from the previous night during the break between classes.
The homeroom teacher took it, flipped through a few pages, and said, “The number is insufficient.”
Fu Guanxian immediately widened his eyes, “Teacher, I clearly wrote half a copy more! You told me to write ten copies, I wrote ten and a half.”
The homeroom teacher glared at him, “Also, this handwriting, it's not yours.”
Fu Guanxian's handwriting was flamboyant and bold, very dashing.
But he was eloquent, “Teacher, it is my handwriting. Didn't you say I should reflect and copy properly? So I bathed and changed clothes, sincerely copied, and even used the most time-consuming regular script, just to show my sincere remorse.”
“Fu Guanxian, you...”
“Teacher, I only used regular script because of you. If other teachers made me write like this, I wouldn't be willing.”
“You're so talkative.”
“Then I won't say anything. Teacher, I'm going now.” Fu Guanxian chuckled, snatched his notebook from the teacher's desk, and quickly left.
He knew that in school, due to his identity and academic performance, many times when he caused trouble, the teachers and leaders would turn a blind eye.
But Xiang Yang was different. She was always cautious in school, trying to do everything well, but even if she put her heart into it, things wouldn't go well.
On Tuesday afternoon during the study period, the students in the class, having no homework, were like wild horses, chasing, playing, and laughing. Even though the preparatory bell had rung for a long time, they couldn't contain their nature.
The homeroom teacher was late by ten minutes due to a temporary school meeting, and when she saw the scene, she was furious, scolding the entire class, especially emphasizing the class officers, criticizing them for not fulfilling their management responsibilities.
Seeing the homeroom teacher spitting out harsh words one after another, Xiang Yang, who was already self-blaming, folded her hands on the desk, sat up straight, but lowered her head, not daring to move at all.
The study period ended with the teacher's harsh criticism.
Xiang Yang saw that the teacher was still angry when she left, and after class, she didn't leave her seat, just sitting there with a worried expression, thinking about things.
“Xiang Yang, you're not happy?” Hou Xingrou saw her gloomy mood and asked with concern.
“No.” Xiang Yang quickly replied.
Hou Xingrou was sitting next to her, how could she not notice? So she said, “Oh, why do you care about the homeroom teacher? In my opinion, she's just too strict. She wants us to do everything according to her wishes, and we should be like puppets, she points, we go, obediently and smoothly, not saying a word back, no one touching her scales, then she'll be happy.”
Xiang Yang looked at her in slight surprise, wondering why she would say such a thing.
“I'm just saying, don't take it too seriously.” Hou Xingrou said with a smile, “What new class is well-behaved in the first two weeks of school? Anyway, just listen to her words.”
“Okay.” Xiang Yang responded on the surface, but her heart couldn't let go.
It wasn't until the next day after school, when the homeroom teacher finished her last class and asked her to go to the office, that Xiang Yang, without even putting away half of her things, rushed to the office.
The homeroom teacher sincerely praised her for her diligence, responsibility, and learning attitude. Xiang Yang stood beside her, but her heart was in her throat.
Sure enough, after the opening remarks, the homeroom teacher got to the point, “Teacher really likes you, but I think being class monitor is a bit too much for you. So I'm going to let you step down and become the vice class monitor, and find another student to lead our class...”
Xiang Yang was startled, her eyes flickering with a faint light.
Was this... was this the teacher dissatisfied with her, wanting to dismiss her?
Just as she moved her lips, wanting to say “okay,” she suddenly saw a tall and handsome figure walking in, carrying a single shoulder bag.
It was Fu Guanxian.
Fu Guanxian scanned her up and down, then glanced at her homeroom teacher, and then walked towards his homeroom teacher's desk.
Xiang Yang immediately felt incredibly awkward.
The homeroom teacher seemed not to notice her discomfort, only asking, “Xiang Yang, do you think this is okay?”
“It's... okay.” Xiang Yang numbly replied.
The homeroom teacher immediately beamed, “Then I'll announce it to the class tomorrow. By the way, you have a good foundation, you must work hard, teacher has high hopes for you.”
Seeing her furrowed brow, Fu Guanxian was immediately displeased. “Hey, why aren't you writing yet? Planning on making me stay up all night with you?”
Xiang Yang looked at him, her lips moving as if she wanted to retort, but under his sharp gaze, she cowardly chose to remain silent.
Fu Guanxian saw her finally sit down at the desk, open her notebook, and start writing neatly. He idly circled around her for a couple of rounds, then grabbed a textbook and sat down on the black swivel chair not far from her. He flipped through a few pages, then peeked over to see how far she had written.
Xiang Yang tried to focus on copying, ignoring his presence. But she was truly uncomfortable. Since she was a child, she had never needed to be punished by a teacher to copy things like this.
“Hey!” Fu Guanxian's voice startled her, and she dropped her pen, causing the last stroke of the character to be crooked.
She silently crossed out the mistake.
Fu Guanxian stood up, leaning against the table, and looked at her. “At this writing speed, how long will it take you? Even a turtle crawls faster than you!”
Xiang Yang's handwriting was neat and orderly, a classic regular script, each stroke meticulously formed. Precisely because of this, her writing speed wasn't fast.
But was writing slowly her fault?
Xiang Yang endured the comment, not replying.
Fu Guanxian continued his dissatisfaction, “You spent this long just writing one time, and there are 49 more. At this rate, even if you write until tomorrow morning when school starts, you won't finish.”
Xiang Yang looked at the completed content in front of her, remaining silent.
“Write faster, who are you writing so beautifully for? It's not a calligraphy competition!”
Xiang Yang's regular script was very elegant. When she was in elementary school, she had represented the school in calligraphy competitions in the city more than once, even bringing back several awards, adding to the school's glory.
Hearing so many complaints from Fu Guanxian, she couldn't help but ask, “My handwriting is different from yours, the teacher will know.”
“Don't worry about that, just finish writing it. Humph, anyway, fooling the teacher is a piece of cake for me.”
Xiang Yang bit her lip, closed her mouth, and started writing, only slightly increasing her speed.
Fu Guanxian stood beside her, supervising for a while. Seeing that her speed was barely acceptable, he finally returned to his original seat, picked up a different book, and continued flipping through it.
When the housekeeper brought in the snacks, she saw Xiang Yang sitting at Fu Guanxian's desk, writing with great concentration. She hurriedly praised, “Xiang Yang is so diligent in her studies, it's truly heartwarming to see.”
Hearing this, Xiang Yang raised her head and sweetly called out, “Auntie.” She even smiled and said, "Thank you, Auntie."
“Auntie, I'm tutoring her,” Fu Guanxian interjected, his voice tinged with slight displeasure.
“Oh, oh, I see. Well, Auntie won't disturb you then. Continue.”
Xiang Yang didn't look at Fu Guanxian, she just tightened her grip on the pen, raised her eyes, and glanced at him.
Fu Guanxian slightly narrowed his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips. “What are you looking at? I know I'm handsome, you don't have to look.”
Xiang Yang rolled her eyes, not responding.
The room was silent for a while. Fu Guanxian, seemingly casually, mentioned, “I heard your teacher's eyesight isn't good, so she chose you to be class monitor?”
What did he mean by bad eyesight?
Xiang Yang didn't dare to retort, only replying, “Yeah.”
“I also heard that there are a few boys in your class who are almost like little hooligans. Are you, the class monitor, a little vulnerable?”
Xiang Yang didn't know how he knew so much about her class. After all, she didn't even know which boys in her class were difficult to deal with.
She asked, “What are you trying to say?”
“Oh, nothing.” Fu Guanxian crossed his legs and said leisurely, “Congratulations on your imminent dismissal!”
“You...” Xiang Yang clenched her small fist tightly on the table, but didn't speak.
She was so focused on writing that she didn't notice Fu Guanxian put down his book and stared at her for a long time.
That night, Xiang Yang wrote non-stop until 10:30 pm, but she had only completed ten copies.
Fu Guanxian finished showering and saw her still maintaining the same upright posture, diligently writing. The more he looked, the more annoyed he became. He impatiently said, “Stop writing.”
“There are still forty copies left.”
“Heh, you, I bet even if you had another day, you wouldn't finish.”
“But...”
“It's fine if you can hand it in tomorrow.” Fu Guanxian walked to the desk and closed the notebook.
Xiang Yang, who had always disliked leaving things unfinished, thought for a moment and asked, “Should I take it back to write?”
“Heh, are you trying to make all the elders know about my punishment for copying?”
“I didn't...”
“Don't you think I'm stupid? Didn't you finish your homework before coming here? Suddenly going back to stay up late and write homework, won't your parents ask you? If your parents know, won't my parents know? Xiang Yang, are you deliberately trying to screw me over?”
Xiang Yang really didn't have that intention, she hurriedly explained, “I didn't mean that, I just...”
She just wanted to help him finish it.
Fu Guanxian waved his hand, “Alright, alright, go ahead and leave!”
Xiang Yang looked at him, but ultimately obeyed his command and went home.
The next morning, Fu Guanxian's homeroom teacher asked the class monitor to urge him twice before he finally arrived late, handing in Xiang Yang's hard work from the previous night during the break between classes.
The homeroom teacher took it, flipped through a few pages, and said, “The number is insufficient.”
Fu Guanxian immediately widened his eyes, “Teacher, I clearly wrote half a copy more! You told me to write ten copies, I wrote ten and a half.”
The homeroom teacher glared at him, “Also, this handwriting, it's not yours.”
Fu Guanxian's handwriting was flamboyant and bold, very dashing.
But he was eloquent, “Teacher, it is my handwriting. Didn't you say I should reflect and copy properly? So I bathed and changed clothes, sincerely copied, and even used the most time-consuming regular script, just to show my sincere remorse.”
“Fu Guanxian, you...”
“Teacher, I only used regular script because of you. If other teachers made me write like this, I wouldn't be willing.”
“You're so talkative.”
“Then I won't say anything. Teacher, I'm going now.” Fu Guanxian chuckled, snatched his notebook from the teacher's desk, and quickly left.
He knew that in school, due to his identity and academic performance, many times when he caused trouble, the teachers and leaders would turn a blind eye.
But Xiang Yang was different. She was always cautious in school, trying to do everything well, but even if she put her heart into it, things wouldn't go well.
On Tuesday afternoon during the study period, the students in the class, having no homework, were like wild horses, chasing, playing, and laughing. Even though the preparatory bell had rung for a long time, they couldn't contain their nature.
The homeroom teacher was late by ten minutes due to a temporary school meeting, and when she saw the scene, she was furious, scolding the entire class, especially emphasizing the class officers, criticizing them for not fulfilling their management responsibilities.
Seeing the homeroom teacher spitting out harsh words one after another, Xiang Yang, who was already self-blaming, folded her hands on the desk, sat up straight, but lowered her head, not daring to move at all.
The study period ended with the teacher's harsh criticism.
Xiang Yang saw that the teacher was still angry when she left, and after class, she didn't leave her seat, just sitting there with a worried expression, thinking about things.
“Xiang Yang, you're not happy?” Hou Xingrou saw her gloomy mood and asked with concern.
“No.” Xiang Yang quickly replied.
Hou Xingrou was sitting next to her, how could she not notice? So she said, “Oh, why do you care about the homeroom teacher? In my opinion, she's just too strict. She wants us to do everything according to her wishes, and we should be like puppets, she points, we go, obediently and smoothly, not saying a word back, no one touching her scales, then she'll be happy.”
Xiang Yang looked at her in slight surprise, wondering why she would say such a thing.
“I'm just saying, don't take it too seriously.” Hou Xingrou said with a smile, “What new class is well-behaved in the first two weeks of school? Anyway, just listen to her words.”
“Okay.” Xiang Yang responded on the surface, but her heart couldn't let go.
It wasn't until the next day after school, when the homeroom teacher finished her last class and asked her to go to the office, that Xiang Yang, without even putting away half of her things, rushed to the office.
The homeroom teacher sincerely praised her for her diligence, responsibility, and learning attitude. Xiang Yang stood beside her, but her heart was in her throat.
Sure enough, after the opening remarks, the homeroom teacher got to the point, “Teacher really likes you, but I think being class monitor is a bit too much for you. So I'm going to let you step down and become the vice class monitor, and find another student to lead our class...”
Xiang Yang was startled, her eyes flickering with a faint light.
Was this... was this the teacher dissatisfied with her, wanting to dismiss her?
Just as she moved her lips, wanting to say “okay,” she suddenly saw a tall and handsome figure walking in, carrying a single shoulder bag.
It was Fu Guanxian.
Fu Guanxian scanned her up and down, then glanced at her homeroom teacher, and then walked towards his homeroom teacher's desk.
Xiang Yang immediately felt incredibly awkward.
The homeroom teacher seemed not to notice her discomfort, only asking, “Xiang Yang, do you think this is okay?”
“It's... okay.” Xiang Yang numbly replied.
The homeroom teacher immediately beamed, “Then I'll announce it to the class tomorrow. By the way, you have a good foundation, you must work hard, teacher has high hopes for you.”
“Thank you, teacher.”
When Xiang Yang left the office, she wished she could walk faster, even faster.
But no matter how fast she walked, she couldn't escape Fu Guanxian.
When Xiang Yang left the office, she wished she could walk faster, even faster.
But no matter how fast she walked, she couldn't escape Fu Guanxian.
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