SFS Chapter 273 I am the class monitor
Chapter 273 I am the class monitor
People come and go in the corridor, and sunlight streams in through the windows, dappling the space.
Zhang Yang and Liu Yu were still discussing what to eat for dinner, while Shen Yan chimed in with a few words here and there.
Song Huan walked for a while, then suddenly stopped.
"You guys go first, I'll go back and check if the classroom windows are closed and the power is off."
Zhang Yang waved his hand, "Okay, we'll wait for you downstairs."
Several people left.
Song Huan turned around and walked back.
When they arrived at the lecture hall, Xia Rou was still sitting in her seat.
She didn't leave.
Hearing the door open, she looked up and saw Song Huan. She paused for a moment, then quickly lowered her head, pretending to be packing her schoolbag.
But the schoolbag was already packed, zipped up, and placed on his lap.
Song Huan went inside and began to close the windows.
One door, two doors, three doors.
The sunlight retreated through the windows, darkening the classroom.
He stopped and turned around when he closed the last door.
Xia Rou was still sitting there.
My thoughts drifted over from her, feeling both stifled and bitter.
Why hasn't he left yet?
[Are you here to laugh at me?]
Song Huan leaned against the windowsill, looking at her, and suddenly spoke.
"Excuse me, is something bothering you?"
His voice wasn't loud, but in the empty classroom, every word was clear.
Xia Rou's body stiffened for a moment.
Song Huan continued, speaking casually as if discussing the weather, "You can tell me, I'm the class monitor, it's only right that I care about my classmates."
Xia Rou felt a sharp pang in her heart upon hearing those two words.
She stood up abruptly, the chair sliding backward and scraping across the floor with a sharp sound.
She turned around, glared at him, her eyes and nose red.
"It's none of your business!"
After saying that, she picked up her schoolbag, turned around and left.
She walked quickly, her ponytail swaying behind her, her leather shoes clicking on the floor.
Song Huan stood by the window, looked at the empty doorway, and smiled.
She's quite stubborn.
Song Huan smiled, closed the last window, checked the lights and power supply again to make sure they were all turned off, and then left the classroom.
Zhang Yang and the others were waiting downstairs. When they saw him come down, they immediately surrounded him.
"Why did it take so long?"
Song Huan smiled and said, "You checked it a bit too thoroughly."
Zhang Yang put his arm around his neck. "Come on, come on, I'll treat you. Class monitor, we have to blew you some money today."
Liu Yu nodded in agreement, "Yes, forty votes, an overwhelming victory, we must celebrate."
Shen Yan leaned against the wall, looking quite dashing. "I suggest we go to the barbecue place near the school gate. I've heard it's pretty good."
Song Huan was pulled forward by them, and smiled helplessly, "Alright, alright, I'll treat you."
Don't let their eager appearance fool you; they're actually quite shrewd.
What good restaurants around here could be open so early in the morning?
They insisted on dragging it out until evening, clamoring for Song Huan to treat everyone to a late-night snack, saying that eating late-night snacks was more meaningful.
Song Huan naturally had no objections and led the group from 409 out the door.
A cool breeze blew by.
After leaving the school gate, Song Huan told Zhang Yang and the others to go to the barbecue restaurant to reserve seats first.
"I'm going to buy something, I'll be right back."
Zhang Yang waved his hand, "Hurry up, don't try to skip out on the bill."
Song Huan smiled and turned to walk towards the supermarket at the school gate.
Military training starts the day after tomorrow, so I need to prepare some things.
Sunscreen, mosquito repellent, band-aids, and...
He walked into the supermarket, pushed a shopping cart, and put the items into it one by one.
My phone vibrated.
He took it out and saw that it was a QQ message from Xiao Yunqing.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: What are you doing?"
Song Huan leaned against the shelf and typed.
Song Xiaoshuai: Buying things at the supermarket.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: What should I buy?"
"Song Xiaoshuai: Items for military training."
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Oh, our school is having military training the day after tomorrow."
Song Xiaoshuai: What a coincidence, it's us too.
He paused, then typed another line.
Song Xiaoshuai: Oh right, I've become the class monitor.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
Then a message pops up.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: You? The class monitor?"
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Do the people in your class have poor eyesight?"
Song Huan's lips twitched slightly.
Song Xiaoshuai: What do you mean?
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Someone like you, can you really manage a class?"
Song Huan leaned against the shelf, thought for a moment, and typed a line of text.
Song Xiaoshuai: Well, I still have you, old squad leader. No, I can learn from you.
There was silence on the other end again.
Several seconds passed before the message popped up.
"The cheerful little cloud: Hmph, you know what's good for you."
Looking at that line of text, Song Huan could almost see her smug expression through the screen.
Her lips were pouting, her chin was raised, but her eyes were bright.
He smiled and typed another line.
Song Xiaoshuai: Then you'll have to teach me properly how to be a class monitor.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: You really became the class monitor?"
Song Xiaoshuai: Yeah, if I hadn't declined, the counselor would have been ready to give up his position to me.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: You're just bragging! Your class really has no one left."
Song Xiaoshuai: Isn't that because I'm here? With me around, how could anyone else have a chance?
"Cheerful Little Cloud: You're so shameless."
Song Xiaoshuai: I learned it from you.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: You!"
Song Huan laughed out loud.
He could picture her on the other end of the line, gritting her teeth in anger, her ponytail practically standing on end.
He typed another line.
Song Xiaoshuai: Okay, okay, I'm just teasing you. Have you prepared your things for military training?
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Ready. Sunscreen, mosquito repellent, band-aids, and... "
She paused for a moment.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: What else was there again?"
Song Huan thought for a moment.
"Song Xiaoshuai: Insoles. The shoes from military training are hard, and my feet hurt after standing for a long time."
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Oh right, insoles. I'll buy them tomorrow."
Song Xiaoshuai: Don't buy it, I've prepared it for you.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Did you prepare it for me?"
Song Xiaoshuai: Okay. I'll send it to you later.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: When did you become so thoughtful?"
Song Huan leaned against the shelf, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Song Xiaoshuai: I've always been very attentive, you just haven't noticed.
There was a few seconds of silence on the other end.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: How narcissistic!"
Song Huan smiled, put her phone back in her pocket, and continued walking forward, pushing the shopping cart.
He took two packs of sanitary napkins, one for daytime use and one for nighttime use, and after thinking about it, he took a few more packs.
Xiao Yunqing, that girl, is probably too embarrassed to buy it herself.
I also grabbed two bottles of sunscreen, two bottles of mosquito repellent, and a box of band-aids.
When he went to pay, the cashier was a middle-aged woman. She glanced at the items in his shopping cart, then looked at him again, her eyes filled with a complicated expression.
Song Huan paid without changing her expression, picked up the bag, and walked out of the supermarket.
It was already dark.
The streetlights were on, casting a dim, yellowish light on the ground.
He carried the bag and walked towards the barbecue restaurant.
My phone vibrated again.
He took it out to look.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: Oh, right, you said you prepared insoles for me, what kind are they?"
Song Huan looked down at the black plastic bag in her hand and a slight smile appeared on her lips.
Song Xiaoshuai: You'll see then. I'll personally deliver it to your dorm room tomorrow!
"The cheerful little cloud: mysterious."
Song Xiaoshuai: Anyway, it's good stuff.
"Cheerful Little Cloud: You're dead if you lie to me."
Song Huan smiled and put her phone back in her pocket.
The barbecue restaurant is diagonally opposite the school gate. There are several sets of red plastic tables and chairs in front of the entrance, with the edges worn white.
The aroma of charcoal and cumin wafted out, so enticing that people couldn't resist stopping in their tracks.
Zhang Yang and his group had already sat down. There were several bottles of beer and a plate of edamame on the table.
Seeing Song Huan walking over with a bag, Zhang Yang stood up and waved, "Over here, over here."
Song Huan walked over, sat down next to Shen Yan, and placed the black plastic bag at her feet.
Zhang Yang picked up a bottle of beer, bit off the cap with his teeth, and handed it over.
"Come on, class monitor, let's have a drink!"
Song Huan took it and drank a sip.
Liu Yu pushed up his glasses and looked at the black plastic bag at his feet. "What did you buy? It's such a big bag."
Song Huan didn't say anything, but bent down, opened the bag, took out several packs of sanitary napkins, and placed them casually on the table.
There are night pads, day pads, panty liners, and extra-long night pads.
The brightly colored packaging stood out under the streetlights.
Zhang Yang almost dropped the beer in his hand.
The three of them stared at Song Huan, their eyes looking at him as if he were a pervert.
"Holy crap!" Zhang Yang's voice rose an octave, then he quickly lowered it, looking around. "Song Huan, why did you buy this?"
Liu Yu pushed up his glasses, his face flushed. "You...you don't have that kind of fetish, do you?"
Shen Yan put down the cup, looked at Song Huan with a scrutinizing gaze.
Without changing her expression, Song Huan opened a pack of sanitary napkins, pulled out one, and tore open the packaging.
"These are for use as insoles."
The three people were stunned.
Song Huan unfolded the sanitary napkin and compared it to her shoes. "The shoes I wore during military training were stiff, and my feet hurt after standing for a long time. These are breathable and absorbent, much more comfortable than shoe insoles."
He stuffed the sanitary napkin into his shoe, stomped on it, and said, "You'll see when you try it."
Zhang Yang took the piece with some skepticism, opened it, stuffed it into his shoe, and stomped on it twice.
Then his eyes lit up.
"Damn, this is really comfortable."
Liu Yu also tried one, adjusted his glasses, and nodded, "Indeed."
Shen Yan picked it up last, looked at it, stuffed it into his shoe, stepped on it, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"good."
Zhang Yang picked up another piece, examining it closely, clicking his tongue in amazement. "Song Huan, how did you know this could be used as an insole?"
Song Huan took a sip of beer. "I used to have this during military training."
He didn't say when the military training was, and none of the others pressed him for details.
Zhang Yang carefully put away the remaining sanitary napkins and stuffed them into his bag. "These are good. I'll bring a few more for the day after tomorrow."
Liu Yu also took a few pieces, "Yes, you'll definitely sweat if you stand all day."
Shen Yan leaned back in his chair, looked at Song Huan, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"You, as class monitor, really do know everything."
Song Huan smiled, picked up her glass, and said, "Come on, let's have a drink."
The four cups clinked together with a soft "ding".
The charcoal fire was still burning, the skewers hadn't been served yet, and the aroma of cumin filled the air.
The streetlights illuminated the four people, casting their shadows on the ground, huddled together.
Zhang Yang put down his cup and suddenly asked, "Song Huan, you said you had military training before? Aren't you a freshman?"
Song Huan paused for a moment, then smiled.
"High school military training".
Zhang Yang simply said "Oh" and didn't ask any further questions.
Song Huan picked up her wine glass and took another sip.
The beer was cold; it slid down my throat and into my stomach.
He looked at the golden liquid in the glass, with bubbles rising one after another.
Suddenly, I remembered that summer in my past life.
Back then, he worked a summer job during summer vacation, standing all day long until his feet were peeling.
Lin Yue told him that sanitary napkins could be used as insoles.
Her face flushed, she took a piece out of her bag and stuffed it into his hand.
"Try this, it feels good."
He laughed at her back then.
She hit him in anger and said, "It's all because of you."
He tried it later, and it really felt good.
The person who handed him the sanitary napkin is no longer there.
Song Huan downed the beer in her glass in one gulp and put it down.
Zhang Yang opened another bottle and handed it over.
"Come on, let's drink until we drop tonight!"
Song Huan took it and smiled.
"OK."
A cool night breeze blew in from the street corner.
The charcoal burned bright red in the stove.
Four freshmen sat at a roadside food stall, drinking beer, eating kebabs, and chatting.
Zhang Yang was bragging about how he pursued girls in high school, but the whole class laughed at him.
Liu Yu, standing nearby, contradicted him, saying that he had just said he had never been in a relationship.
Zhang Yang blushed and shouted, "That's unrequited love, do you understand what unrequited love is?"
Shen Yan leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and occasionally chimed in with a comment that made the two of them burst into laughter.
Song Huan sat beside him, holding a wine glass in her hand, listening and smiling.
The streetlights shone on them, casting their shadows on the ground; the four of them huddled together.
This was the first time we drank alcohol in dormitory 409.
It was also their second night in Nanjiang.