A week later, the homeroom teacher proposed a re-election for class cadres. There's no need to think about it; this must be the work of Zheng Ying.

Not only the class monitor, but also the arts committee member, the academic committee member, and other class representatives need to re-run for their positions.

Teacher Zhang, the homeroom teacher, chose a self-study class for the whole class to collectively vote anonymously, with the homeroom teacher tallying the votes.

Initially, the candidates were various subject representatives.

The class monitor, arts committee member, and academic committee member were left for last.

"Alright, now let's begin the election for the arts committee member."

"Shao Yingying, one vote."

"Shao Yingying, two votes."

...

"Shao Yingying, fifteen votes."

It seemed like there was no suspense for the arts committee member; it would still fall to Shao Yingying.

She was a Grade 10 pianist, excelled in various dances, and was well-deserving of the position.

However, things took a turn.

"Liang Zhaodi, one vote."

A look of surprise briefly crossed the homeroom teacher's face, but her years of experience quickly restored her expression.

"Liang Zhaodi, one vote."

Initially, Shao Yingying could sit calmly in her seat, but as Liang Zhaodi's votes increased, her face gradually turned pale.

How could this be?

"Liang Zhaodi, 16 votes."

With just one vote difference, Liang Zhaodi became the arts committee member of our class.

She stood on the platform, blushing, stuttering through her acceptance speech.

Zheng Ying led her friends in applause.

Amidst the thunderous applause, Shao Yingying sat desolately, clutching her pen tightly.

Soon, the election for the class monitor began.

The homeroom teacher, with a stern face, started tallying the votes.

"Song Zhi, one vote."

"Liang Yaozu, one vote."

"Liang Yaozu, two votes."

"Liang Yaozu, six votes."

...

"Liang Yaozu, 23 votes."

Excluding abstentions, Liang Yaozu's votes far exceeded mine.

And I only had one vote.

A classmate joked, "Oh my, did she vote for herself?"

"She's been the class monitor for so long."

"I think Liang Yaozu is a good person. Last time, he helped me with the big cleanup."

"Yeah, at least he doesn't have a cold face like he's owed money, unlike us."

"Anyway, following Zheng Ying's lead is never wrong. She and Song Zhi get along so well. When something happened in her family, Song Zhi's dad didn't even lend a hand!"

Liang Yaozu stepped onto the platform, expressing his gratitude with a hint of guilt.

"Thank you, Song Zhi, for being willing to give up this position for me.

"Also, thank you to everyone for your support.

"I will lead by example as the class monitor of Class 2."

As his words fell, the classroom erupted in thunderous applause.

Zheng Ying turned back, looking smugly at me.

In a past life, I watched the two of them feel inferior due to their family backgrounds. I took the lead in having classmates choose them as class committee members.

But one day, the class funds I managed went missing.

The homeroom teacher said I was too busy with my studies to handle class affairs.

Liang Yaozu privately approached me and suggested he try being the class monitor.

Without much thought, I immediately agreed.

But later, I found out that he was the one who stole the class funds.

It was just a duty of a class monitor; giving it to him was fine, but they must repay other debts.

I looked at the stern homeroom teacher on the platform.

Actually, she wasn't a good person either.