Divorce Revenge System: Knowing the Future in Advance
Chapter 273 - 238 Who would actually say what’s on their mind?

Chapter 273: Chapter 238 Who would actually say what’s on their mind?

The first evening self-study session was a Chinese class, and Lao Liu arrived rather late.

"Alright, everyone, hold on for a moment."

Jiang Nian looked up, knowing that Lao Liu was preparing to elect the Psychological Commissioner.

However, he had no interest in this position.

Jiang Nian was well aware of himself—not exactly the backbone of the class, perhaps even a black sheep.

Before being elected as the Psychological Commissioner, he was like the priest for little boys, someone well-versed in human nature, a safe haven for classmates’ souls.

Once elected, he’d forget his roots at light speed.

"Ah Hua, finally admit it, huh? You even went so far with your fellow group member’s ex-girlfriend..."

Therefore, he was destined not to be fit for the role of Psychological Commissioner.

"If you want to run for the role of Psychological Commissioner, raise your hand. I just want to get a headcount," Lao Liu said from the podium, already preparing to jot down names.

A few scattered hands went up.

Li Hua didn’t raise his hand; he had already given up.

"Nian, who are you voting for?"

Jiang Nian ignored him.

Ha, a pathetic trap.

The number of people running could be counted on one hand, each person had five minutes on stage, and that only took up a small part of the self-study session.

After these four did their rounds, just vote directly for whoever you want.

Vote for whom... is that something you can just say out loud? Saying you support Zeng Yong for Psychological Commissioner—is that even genuine?

That’s pure nonsense.

Besides, can what’s said out loud truly reflect the heart?

Does any proper person just say what’s really on their mind?

The election began.

The first few on stage were the typically mild-mannered people in the class who seemed harmless.

Perhaps, in their understanding, a Psychological Commissioner equates to an outgoing person or someone who gives others a sense of security.

Of course, there’s nothing wrong with saying that.

However, Jiang Nian found their speeches too shallow.

Like trying to penetrate a thick barrier, unable to touch the heart.

All saying the same clichés about their strengths and how they’d serve their classmates if elected.

Dull, lacking novelty.

"I say, what gibberish are they muttering?" Li Hua had learned this trick too, lowering his voice, "Nian, what do you think?"

Jiang Nian glanced at him, "Just sitting and watching."

Unable to get the acknowledgment he wanted from Jiang Nian, Li Hua slumped back onto his desk.

Finally, the big moment was here.

Yu Zhiyi, the last one to go on stage, swayed as she ascended. Unlike the awkward atmosphere moments ago, the class erupted into cheers and excitement.

No clue what they were cheering for, but they were certainly entertained.

"Here comes the chosen one!"

"Our class is full of schemes and crafty ministers, clearly due to the lack of a Psychological Commissioner."

"Indeed, if Yu Zhiyi were elected as Psychological Commissioner, the crafty ministers would retreat out of fear, and virtuous gentlemen would rejoice."

"That’s a feat worthy of praise from even the legendary sage kings, Yao and Shun!"

Yu Zhiyi was somewhat nervous; she initially thought going onstage would be met with a dead silence.

The thought of such an awkward scene made her uneasy all over. In those few meters from the aisle to the podium, her whole body was almost trembling slightly.

Who would’ve thought the live feedback would be this good.

She was stunned, truly proving that jerk right.

Looking at the enthusiastic classmates below the stage, Yu Zhiyi took a deep breath and began to recite the speech she’d long prepared in her mind.

"The reason I am running for Psychological Commissioner is...."

From Yu Zhiyi’s appearance onstage, Jiang Nian had been focused on his homework, and Li Hua quietly recited English vocabulary from a small book.

The two of them acted their parts well, feigning complete disinterest in the Psychological Commissioner election or who was up there.

Jiang Nian listened to Yu Zhiyi’s voice onstage and slowly turned his head to look at Li Hua.

"Hua, how many did you memorize?"

Li Hua froze. The vocabulary was fine, just not sticking.

"How about you, how many problems did you solve?"

Jiang Nian moved his arm, glanced at Wu Jungu’s back, and a sly smile emerged on his face.

"What are you half-heartedly memorizing vocab for? Are you like the Drunken Old Man...?"

"Chi Shi, Chi Shi!!" Li Hua almost screamed, quickly interrupting Jiang Nian, lowering his voice, "Nian, if you’re uneducated, don’t quote ancient texts."

As he said this, Li Hua also glanced at Wu Jungu in the front row with his peripheral vision.

The esteemed leader of a group, keeping an eye on a group member’s ex-girlfriend?

If that were confirmed, he’d be socially dead.

Honestly, Jiang Nian, this guy really is like a delivery man at the door... brought the package right into the house. He has to go and pull a stunt like this when I was hiding so well.

"I don’t have much culture, but I want some oden from the cafeteria after self-study," Jiang Nian said casually, quietly, "Three skewers of fish balls and..."

"Three skewers of fish balls, are you crazy?" Li Hua shocked, "Aren’t you afraid of bursting!"

Jiang Nian frowned, pointed a finger at him, beginning to speak.

"You, always..."

Thud, Li Hua grabbed Jiang Nian’s finger, smiling.

"Let’s discuss, alright."

Zhang Ningzhi glanced over at them curiously, unsure of what nonsense the boys were talking about this time.

But she didn’t ask further, knowing it surely wasn’t anything good.

Li Hua directly surrendered, Jiang Nian whistled a victory tune. It only goes to show free stuff does taste better, already looking forward to the small late-night snack from the cafeteria.

Hehe.

He turned to look at Zhang Ningzhi, in high spirits, and asked.

"Want some fish balls?"

"No," Zhang Ningzhi shook her head.

She was still thinking of maintaining her figure, eating and eating all day, she’d sooner or later turn into a pig.

"Oh, then I’ll ask..." Jiang Nian said as he was about to turn.

Zhang Ningzhi pulled him back all of a sudden, yanking him back forcefully. Looking at the bewildered Jiang Nian, she said seriously.

"I changed my mind."

She just remembered that the class monitor liked fish balls and was easily manipulated by thick-skinned people like Jiang Nian.

As a member of Class Three, it was her duty and responsibility to ensure the class monitor stayed out of trouble. She’d reluctantly take the task, occasionally having a late-night snack wouldn’t hurt.

"Oh, okay," Jiang Nian was indifferent.

Yao Beibei, though eating anything, wasn’t necessarily free to accompany them to the cafeteria.

On stage, Yu Zhiyi had finished her campaign speech.

Lao Liu took the stage, surveying the classroom, then said.

"Does anyone else want to run?"

After asking twice, no one in the class responded. So, the election process moved directly to the next step, which is the crucial anonymous voting by the whole class.

All students, except the four candidates, had the right to cast a vote.

Everyone wrote a piece of paper, collected by the group leaders, finally gathered on the podium, with the class representative Tao Ran and discipline commissioner Cai Xiaoqing presiding over the vote-calling and tally marks.

The so-called tally marks involve writing the candidates’ names on the blackboard.

When Cai Xiaoqing called out a name, class representative Tao Ran made a tally mark under that name with a water pen on the board. In the final count, the one with the most votes wins.

With Lao Liu giving the command, the whole class started writing the notes noisily.

Zhang Ningzhi tore a square piece from scratch paper, thought briefly with her pen, and decided to vote for one unimpressive girl among the four.

Because she often read psychology books, maybe she really wanted to be elected as the Psychological Commissioner.

As for the others... Zhang Ningzhi wasn’t familiar with Yu Zhiyi, but although it wasn’t nice to say, she thought Yu Zhiyi wouldn’t be short of votes.

So, after a moment of consideration, she decided to vote for that girl.

After writing the girl’s name on the note, she turned to look at Jiang Nian. She found out he and Li Hua seemed to have finished writing a long time ago, much faster than herself.

Out of curiosity, she quietly asked.

"Who did you guys vote for?"

Jiang Nian let out an "ah" sound, not blinking at all, face unblushing, and heart steady.

"Luo Yong, of course, since we play together sometimes."

Upon hearing this, Li Hua continued.

"Yeah, aren’t these votes mostly just for acquaintances?"

"Seems like it," Zhang Ningzhi muttered, realizing she too prioritized acquaintances over strangers, and pursed her lips.

After collecting them, the vote-tallying began on the podium.

"Luo Yong!"

The first ballot belonged to Luo Yong, so under his name on the blackboard, there was an additional black mark.

Lin Dong’s group.

Chen Yunyun turned to look at Lin Dong, deliberately avoiding the gaze of Sun Zhicheng.

Not to ostracize anyone, but Sun Zhicheng’s uniquely bald head was just too hilarious, fearing she might laugh out loud.

"Leader, who did you vote for?"

Lin Dong replied without hesitation.

"Yu Zhiyi, is there anyone more suitable than her?"

Others cared about rumors, but he wasn’t afraid. What’s wrong with supporting Yu Zhiyi? Isn’t electing the person who you find most pleasing the real intent?

Any problem with that?

I, Lin Dong, live openly, never showing weakness!

Chen Yunyun hesitantly decided to turn around.

She was just casually inquiring, currently, the vote tally on the board was close for the four candidates. It was hard to see who might win.

"By the way," Lin Dong suddenly added, "Ah Cheng also..."

Originally slumped in dejection on the desk, Sun Zhicheng almost instantly blushed and shot up, covering his mouth.

"What! What! What nonsense are you spouting!"

On the board, Yu Zhiyi’s votes began surging.

"Yu Zhiyi x9."