Chapter 6: Choosing Class Cadres

  Ji Xinan's mother had just gotten up and walked out of the bedroom, only to see Ji Xinan holding breakfast that he had bought from the small eatery downstairs.

  "The sun seems to have risen from the west, my dear daughter actually got up so early and even bought breakfast back." Ji Xin'an was originally a person who would never get up early, and would not waste a single minute if she could sleep for one more minute, no wonder her mother said that about her.

  "Mom, don't say that! I'm already in junior high school, I've grown up. How about I get up early every day to make breakfast for you guys from now on?" Ji Xin'an put down the breakfast and hugged her mom's arm, starting to act cute. Being young is great, acting cute like this doesn't feel weird at all.

  "Go ahead and see how many days you can last." Mom didn't believe that Ji Xin'an could persist for long. After all, Ji Xin'an was a typical three-minute enthusiasm, someone who couldn't do anything for long.

  Ji Xin'an didn't make excuses either. After all, her mother was the one who understood her best after so many years of habit. It wasn't easy for her to suddenly have a change of heart about herself.

  Ji Xin'an, who had just finished breakfast and returned to her room to grab her backpack, suddenly remembered the things she had read yesterday and wondered if she had forgotten everything today. So she immediately calmed down and thought back one by one, only to find that it was exactly the same as what she had remembered after finishing reading yesterday. She was delighted and picked up her backpack and left.

  On the first day of class, the novelty had not yet worn off, and everyone was still listening attentively. Ji Xin'an could still listen seriously to what the teacher on stage was saying at first, but she couldn't concentrate her attention for long since she had already memorized everything they were learning now. So after a while, although her eyes looked like she was still listening intently, her mind had wandered off elsewhere.

  Ji Xinan recalled the events of that morning, remembering the moves and techniques his master had taught him. Although he said it was just an ordinary military boxing routine, Ji Xinan felt there was something different about this set of punches. If he could master them proficiently, who knows what kind of effect they might have?

  Although they had only been in contact for a short while, Zhi Xin An had already regarded him as his master. After all, it wasn't like the internet was so convenient nowadays, where you could learn anything by just typing on the keyboard. If not for this chance encounter, Zhi Xin An didn't know when he would have come into contact with these things.

  While she was daydreaming, Zou Ze suddenly pulled her arm, and Ji Xin'an woke up with a start. Just in time to hear the math teacher on stage say: "You few come up and do this question."

  Ji Xin'an covered it up very well, calmly and unhurriedly walked onto the stage with another classmate, that question was not difficult for her to say, after going up a few steps, she wrote clearly and finished the question, and was the first to finish and walk back.

  The teacher looked at the neat and beautiful handwriting on the blackboard with satisfaction, nodded her head, and continued to do the next thing. It seems that she didn't notice Ji Xin'an's distraction.

  However, the teacher didn't notice, but someone did. As soon as Ji Xin'an sat down, Zou Ze turned his head and gave a thumbs up under the table, saying: "Awesome, I thought I was smart enough, going home without studying just by listening to classes would be fine, but I didn't expect you to be even more awesome, not even attending classes and still knowing everything."

  "Ordinary, ordinary, third in the country." Ji Xin'an put on a proud look, then couldn't help but burst out laughing.

  Zou Ze saw her laughing and couldn't help but laugh too, "Your handwriting isn't bad either!"

  "Don't praise me anymore, or I'll become proud." Ji Xin'an really felt a bit embarrassed this time.

  Zou Ze wanted to say something more, but seeing the teacher's eyes already scanning this way, both of them tacitly stopped talking.

  Ji Xin'an's handwriting is the only thing he can show off in all these years, whether it's with a hard pen or a brush pen. Although he hasn't won any awards, anyone who sees it will praise him.

  Of course, these are not innate, and after going to work, Ji Xin'an spent all her time practicing calligraphy except for surfing the internet. Now Ji Xin'an finally understands that no matter what, as long as she persists, there will definitely be results.

  In the afternoon's self-study class, Ji Xin'an originally planned to finish all her homework at school and then practice the military boxing she learned in the morning again when she got home. She didn't want to still be punching like that when Master examined her tomorrow.

  Unfortunately, her idea was not realized. The self-study class was occupied by the head teacher to select class cadres.

  In fact, it's just a matter of selecting class cadres. The head teacher selects several students with the best grades in junior high school entrance exams and entrance exams, and then everyone votes on who will be the class president, study committee member, and other important class cadre candidates. The remaining course representative candidates are those who have the best single-subject scores in a particular subject, and they become the representatives of that subject. Of course, their grades in other subjects can't be too bad either.

  The election of class cadres such as class monitors seems more formal, from voting to counting votes, nothing is missing.

  Ji Xinan saw the name Zou Ze above, so he sneered and wrote his name behind the candidate for class leader, thinking 'You're going to be exhausted, good things won't come to you, all the hard work will be left for you to do.'

  Ji Xin'an's vicious psychology finally succeeded, and Zou Ze 'honorably' became the class monitor. However, just looking at his ugly face reveals how unwilling he is.

  "Are you happy to see me in trouble?" Zou Ze Yi asked Ji Xin An with his head down, just after finishing his 'inaugural speech' from the podium.

  "Is it that obvious?" Ji Xin'an asked back with a hint of surprise. "Then I'll try not to be so obvious next time."

  Ji Xin'an didn't get any of these because her grades in the entrance exams were just average and she didn't excel in any particular subject, so she was happy to be carefree.

  Only half a class of self-study was left, and Jing Xin'an took it all to do her homework. As she started writing, she found that she wrote much faster than when she first entered junior high school in her previous life.

  This Ji Xin'an can be sure that it is not a special function, because she once attended a calligraphy class, and the teacher was quite particular, not only teaching her to write well, but also to write quickly.

  He said that many calligraphy classes now only require students to write beautiful characters, regardless of speed. However, we usually write quickly in our daily lives. If we only practice writing slowly and beautifully during practice sessions, when we need to write something quickly in our daily lives, it will revert back to its original state before practicing.

  Ji Xin'an, although she had only studied for two months, managed to change her habit of writing slowly. She also learned a good method of writing, which allowed her to write beautiful characters without being any slower than others.

  Ji Xin'an not only brought back his good handwriting but also this habit.