The classmates around ignored the homeroom teacher and started to make a fuss.
Zhao Qianqian heard the snickering around and blushed, shouting to the whole class in a manly tone:
"I'm no sissy!"
...
Zhao Qianqian went back to his seat.
Shan Qingrong held someone accountable for the banana peel but couldn't find the owner, so he threw it in the trash can.
"Ahem, let's continue the election for class president."
The election started again, and the students were raring to go.
Xin Youling shifted her stool, preparing to go on stage, and Qiang Li next to her immediately noticed her intention and exclaimed:
"Are you crazy! This is Class 8's territory, you're new here, even if you run for it, there's no way you'll be elected as class president."
"Listen to me, don't make things hard for yourself."
The discouraging remarks from classmates echoed in her ears, but Xin Youling was not bothered at all. Her naturally beautiful face radiated brilliance, and she said indifferently:
