It's great that I can be reborn

"Oh." Luo Yicheng nodded, and continued to read his novel.

Zheng Dafeng had just been in the first year of junior high school, and Zhang Fan dared to be in the fifteenth year, otherwise he would have thought that the contract was for nothing.

Zheng Dafeng has indeed discarded the contract he signed at the beginning. After making a phone call to his wife, he asked Tao Yao, "Did the girl in the future doubt us like that?"

"It doesn't look like, everything is still the same as usual." Tao Yao smiled and shook her head.

But then the conversation changed again, and he took the initiative to remind: "But I think they must be suspicious. I saw a blue Porsche SUV on the road when I got off work the day before yesterday, and it also has a Rong A license plate."

After hearing Tao Yao's words, Zheng Dafeng nodded, lit a cigarette and said to Tao Yao. "Order, this month will be the same as before."

"Before that?" Tao Yao asked intentionally.

"During the initial period, don't let them get hold of it."

"Understood, I'll go right now."

After Tao Yao nodded, she turned and left with a sneer at the corner of her mouth.

"See how long your autumn grasshopper can jump."

Apart from liking her money, she was disgusted with Zheng Dafeng.

Looking at Tao Yao's round butt, Zheng Dafeng swallowed a mouthful of saliva. He hasn't favored this lover for a long time, but he kind of misses her.

Just thinking of the tigress in his family, and the little wife making a fuss about turning regular every day, he suddenly lost his mood and couldn't help but sighed.

"It's hard, how can I deal with her? How about giving her a Porsche to comfort her?"

Since the little wife gave birth to a son for him, Zheng Dafeng is still willing to take care of her.

The reason why he intensified his effort to extract money from the future girl was also to hide the fact from his wife at home and transfer the extra money to his little wife.

Thinking of this, he felt some resentment towards Tao Yao again.

"Damn it, it's not because of my money that I don't even want to be pregnant."

Zheng Dafeng was well aware of this, so he also made the best use of Tao Yao, and would always bring her with him when he was drinking.

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The door opened again, and Wei Weibo walked in sweating profusely.

Because several students in the class were playing basketball on the school basketball court, he walked over with four bottles of mineral water.

After finding that the water was not enough, I went to the school supermarket to buy two bottles of water.

The two boys who took the water at the end looked at Wei Weibo who was running out of breath, and felt a little moved. They each patted his shoulder and said with a smile: "Don't worry, monitor, I will definitely vote for you tonight."

He turned back to the other four and said, "Do you think so?"

"Sure, the monitor is the monitor."

"Definitely vote for class president."

The four of them also laughed.

Seeing the smiles on the faces of the students, Wei Weibo also laughed.

"Thank you then! I'll treat you when I become monitor."

While enjoying the cool wind blowing from the air-conditioning outlet, Wei Weibo counted the number of votes he got this afternoon in his heart, and he couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

Now the squad leader, in his opinion, is very sure.

Chapter 015 The class monitor is Zhang Fan【Subscription】

The remnant clouds in the sky are like cotton, and the fiery red sunset glow is mixed with it, forming a beautiful picture scroll.

The faces of the girls on the ground were covered with a layer of light red by the setting sun, Yingying Yanyan.

Jiang Hongcha held two paper bags with the Panda LOGO of the future girl in both hands, turned her head and said to Jiang Lanqing: "Squad leader, the store you recommended is really good, and the style is so beautiful."

She spent almost all the money on her body today, mainly to buy clothes.

"I also think it's not expensive to look good."

Before Jiang Lanqing could answer, the girl standing next to her answered first.

Jiang Lanqing listened to their discussion and felt honored. She folded her fingers together and held a paper packaging bag in front of her knees. She smiled softly and said in a low voice, "So I only wear its clothes now."

Ding Xiang also had a bag in her hand, and she bought the most expensive sweater and the most expensive pair of skinny jeans.

Although she felt that the grade of the future girl was a little lower, she still couldn't resist the liking in her heart.

And everyone bought it. If you don’t buy it by yourself, you will appear to be out of group.

Before stepping into the school gate, soft and cheerful music came from the teaching building.

Lu Lan took out her mobile phone and glanced at the screen, then said, "Let's go back to the dormitory quickly! Otherwise, it will be bad if we are late."

"Lu Lan, why are we going back to the dormitory now? We just go straight to the classroom." Another girl said with a smile.

"Too."

The rest agreed with her.

After the group of them walked into the classroom, the whole classroom became noisy.

"Yun Jingxue, Yuan Hong, you didn't call me when you went shopping for clothes?" a girl with short hair complained.

Standing up again, she snatched the paper bag from Yun Jingxue's hand, took out the sweater inside, put it on her upper body and gestured.

"Understood, Ding Xiang called us today, and I will take you there next time." Yun Jingxue said with a smile.

Zhang Fan looked at the chattering girls in groups, quietly gave Jiang Lanqing a thumbs up, and said in a low voice, "Daughter-in-law is amazing, you're shopping and bringing goods!"

Jiang Lan glanced at Zhang Fan innocently, then pursed her mouth. "I didn't make a commission again."

Then he told the story of meeting Liu Mei again. "Thanks to her giving me a few throat-moisturizing tablets, I didn't have such a sore throat when I came back."

Then he lowered his head again, tilted his upper body in Zhang Fan's direction, and asked only in words that the two of them could hear: "How is your canvassing work going? Some of us girls want to be class monitors. I'm afraid your beauty trick is not as important as sisterhood."

Zhang Fan pointed to his head, and said proudly: "The most important canvassing is here, and getting closer a few days ago was just a foreshadowing."

Jiang Lanqing didn't seem happy, but asked instead: "You didn't write a campaign draft?"

"I can easily deal with the drafts needed to run for a squad leader on the spot." Zhang Fan said confidently.

"Just brag!" Jiang Lanqing rolled her eyes again.

He glanced up at the classroom, saw that Wei Weibo was writing hard, took out the pen and paper from his desk, and sighed.

"Forget it, I'll write it for you, who asked me to have a boyfriend who is so lazy like you."

"No need." Zhang Fan looked at Jiang Lanqing seriously and said, he was still confident in his speech ability.

"No, I will write for you." Jiang Lanqing said without raising her head, she just wanted to enjoy the process.

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"Students, starting tomorrow we will formally devote ourselves to interesting and boring learning. In order to have a better learning atmosphere for everyone, we will carry out the democratic selection of class cadres tonight. The whole process is fair, just, public."

"Welcome to all the students who want to contribute their own strength to the class, Mao Sui recommended himself to go to the podium to give a speech."

Ju Minghong's opening speech was clean and neat, and she never left the belt. After finishing two sentences, she walked off the podium, stood in the upper right corner of the classroom, and closed the front at the same time.

After she finished speaking, there was a moment of silence in the classroom, and the students who wanted to run were hesitating.

Students who don't want to participate in the election are looking around, wondering who is the first to eat crabs.

Wei Weibo straightened up and looked around the classroom, he wanted to see who were his competitors, while waiting for the first person to make a fool of himself.

He is full of confidence in his role as monitor, so he naturally wants to make his final appearance, and at the same time he can learn from the lessons of the previous speakers.

Seeing that no one was willing to come up, Ju Minghong scanned the classroom and said loudly: "Students, please be more active. This is a good opportunity to exercise yourself."

"Is it finished?" Zhang Fan asked in a low voice.

"immediately......"

Before Jiang Lanqing finished speaking, Zhang Fan took the speech from her hand and walked to the podium.

Ju Minghong applauded first. "Let us welcome Zhang Fan to give his campaign speech with warm applause."

The girls below applauded more enthusiastically than boys. This is a world that depends on faces.

Wei Weibo saw Zhang Fan standing confidently on the podium, and his heart suddenly trembled. The applause just now indicated that Zhang Fan had some supporters.

"Are you secretly canvassing votes behind my back?"

But before he had time to think about it, Zhang Fan had already spoken.

"Hi teacher Ju, hello students, my name is Zhang Fan..."

After Zhang Fan's simple opening remarks, he began to talk eloquently.

"If I were the class monitor, the first thing I would do would be to take out part of the class fee and organize a gathering for the whole class after the semester ends."

"Although we will be divided into classes again next semester, the memories of this semester are still stored in our brains. I hope that when everyone recalls in the future, a smile can't help showing on the corners of their mouths. Our first class is a passionate and united class. , I don’t want people in other classes to leave the tea cold.”

Having said that, Zhang Fan paused for a moment, pointed to the blackboard behind him with his thumb and said, "And we have to keep pressing on the next door."

"Right." Luo Yicheng echoed while applauding.

Jiang Lanqing's little hands also turned red.

"The second thing is that I will put a recyclable trash can at the end of the classroom to collect the empty plastic water bottles that we drink on weekdays, and then sell them to garbage collectors. At the end of the day, we will use them in the name of Class 2009, Grade 1 of Rongcheng High School. Donate to children in remote areas."

"it is good."

The applause below interrupted Zhang Fan's words.

"The third thing..."

......

Zhang Fan didn't say anything like "serving the students" and "dedicating himself to the class", but in an orderly manner, he expressed his vision for the class and how to achieve these goals.

"Finally, I heard that the school will have the best class selection activities every semester. When I give a speech under the national flag, I will speak out loudly in front of the teachers and students of the school."

"No.1, we got it from class 2009 of the 1 senior high school."

"Arrogance leaks out."

This was the first word that came to Ju Minghong's mind after listening to her student's speech.

Whether it's his expression when he speaks, or his purpose of being the monitor, he is telling his classmates.

"Choose me, and you will have a better class."

Zhang Fan described a very beautiful scene to his classmates, which can be realized with a little effort.

When he walked down, the applause was much more enthusiastic than when he went up, resounding through the Ziqiang Building.

Ding Xiang also started applauding. She had to admit that what Zhang Fan said was something she had thought about before, but she had no chance to say it herself.

Many people have the same idea as Lilac.

After Zhang Fan sat down, Jiang Lanqing took the election draft he had written for him from his hand with a blank expression, because he read the first and last sentences according to it.

Then he said in a low voice: "You gave a good speech, squad leader Zhang Fan."

She couldn't help laughing after he finished speaking.

Ju Minghong waved her hand to stop the applause below, and when the classroom became quiet again, she first praised Zhang Fan.

"Student Zhang Fan's speech was very good. I was so moved by the teacher. The students who come up next can learn from him. Don't talk empty words, but clarify your goals and how to achieve them."

Then he said, "Are there any other students running for monitor?"

Wei Weibo glanced at Zhang Fan, then at his campaign draft, crumpled it up unwillingly and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

There is no suspense about the position of squad leader, and he will not be a green leaf anymore.

Seeing that Wei Weibo didn't even have the courage to stand up, Zhang Fan suddenly felt a little bored.

"Hey, this is what it's like for Dugu to seek defeat!"

Seeing that no one was on stage, Ju Minghong stepped onto the podium again, picked up a chalk and wrote "Squad Leader: Zhang Fan" on the blackboard, then turned around and said, "Welcome Zhang Fan to become our monitor, everyone applauds." .”

After the applause stopped, he wrote the words "Deputy Squad Leader" on the blackboard.

"The deputy squad leader is chosen from among the girls, and it is best to be a resident student. Female students are welcome to raise their hands to sign up."