In university, class leadership positions hold significant importance.
Especially the role of class monitor—it essentially functions as the "deputy counselor" in college. While it comes with added responsibilities, it also offers advantages when competing for scholarships, Party membership, or student council president positions in the future.
Of course, Liu Yutong wasn’t particularly interested in these things. She had her own commitments and couldn’t juggle everything.
Li Xiaohui was much the same. At first glance, she was clearly more focused on having fun, and given her family background, she had no need to pad her resume with university titles. Being class monitor or anything of the sort meant nothing to her—it simply wasn’t a priority.
Lin Lele, however, was different.
During their afternoon shopping trip and chat, she had already revealed some of her future plans—like taking the civil service exam after graduation and finding a stable job.
So, it made perfect sense that she wanted to compete for class monitor.
As for Ling Yan, she was usually quieter, but it was clear she had ambition.
Liu Yutong noticed Lin Lele’s slightly awkward expression and immediately understood what she was thinking.
"Let’s just keep it a fair competition," Liu Yutong said.
Li Xiaohui quickly chimed in, "Exactly! Whoever wants to be class monitor should compete fairly! Besides, it’s not like the few of us can decide the outcome—it’ll depend on how the rest of the class votes. And hey, even if you don’t get class monitor, you could still go for the role of league branch secretary!"
Lin Lele glanced at Liu Yutong and Li Xiaohui, then tentatively asked, "So neither of you are running?"
Liu Yutong shook her head. "I don’t have the time."
Li Xiaohui grinned. "Same here! I’d rather go out and have fun!"
"Yutong, you and I are totally on the same page! We’re in college now—why slave away studying? We’re finally free! Let’s just be happy little slackers!"
Liu Yutong: "…"
Li Xiaohui added, "No matter who ends up as class monitor, we can’t let it ruin the sisterhood in our dorm, right?"
Liu Yutong nodded. "Xiaohui’s right. Getting into the same university and ending up as roommates—that’s fate."
At this point, there were two people in the dorm who wanted to compete for class monitor, and neither was likely to back down.
After all, everyone had the right to a fair competition.
Hearing Liu Yutong and Li Xiaohui’s words, Lin Lele and Ling Yan naturally had no objections.
On her first night in the university dorm, lying in bed, Liu Yutong suddenly found all of this quite amusing.
If she had attended the same university as in her past life, she might have run into many familiar faces—and she would have already known how their futures would unfold. But here at this finance university, most people and things were unfamiliar. It really did feel like her first time experiencing college all over again.
The only downside? Freshman year had way too many classes.
The next morning, after washing up and grabbing breakfast, they explored the campus together to get familiar with their surroundings before finally heading to the classroom.
The Business Administration Class Two had fifteen boys and twenty-four girls—a pretty skewed gender ratio.
From the moment they entered, it was obvious that, in the absence of familiarity, everyone naturally clustered in small groups with their roommates.
Most groups were five people, since the university’s dorms were mostly five-person rooms. Four-person rooms were rare, and two-person rooms were reserved for graduate students.
Around ten o’clock, the counselor arrived.
Her name was Lu Hong, a woman who looked to be in her late twenties, dressed in a sharp business suit with a warm smile.
After a brief self-introduction, she had the students come up one by one to introduce themselves.
Perhaps eager to make an impression and gain an edge in the upcoming class monitor election, Ling Yan—who had been relatively quiet the day before—was the first to step up.
"My name is Ling Yan, from H Province. My hometown…"
She had clearly prepared well. The way she carried herself today was a complete contrast to yesterday.
Finally, she didn’t miss the chance to pitch herself, delivering a polished speech about her desire to run for class monitor.
"If you’re willing to give me this opportunity, I’ll do my utmost to serve the class and help everyone have a fulfilling and meaningful university life."
As she finished, the room burst into applause.
This initial class monitor election was only temporary. The real campaign would begin after military training ended on September 28, when formal speeches would be required.
But under normal circumstances, if you became the temporary monitor, you’d likely retain the position in the official election.
Ling Yan clearly understood this, which was why she made such an effort during the first class meeting.
After her introduction, the atmosphere in the classroom gradually livened up.
Once someone had broken the ice, more and more students took their turns on stage.
"Hello everyone, my name is XXX. I’m from XXX, and my hobbies include singing…"
Some kept it short and sweet, wrapping up in just a few sentences, while others were natural-born social butterflies.
Take Li Xiaohui, for example. She went up and said just a few words—enough to nearly make everyone die laughing.
"Hi, I’m Li Xiaohui. To save everyone’s time, let’s welcome the next student."
Then there was a guy named Fang Haoran, whose introduction was… unconventional, to say the least.
"Hey everyone, I’m Fang Haoran, 18 years old, fully functional limbs, independent breathing since birth, three meals a day, bright future ahead, nocturnal habits thinning hair, naive and easily fooled in love, can recite the multiplication table, only pickup line is ‘hello,’ so ladies, come find me quick…"
"HAHAHA—"
Both the counselor and the students couldn’t help but crack up.
"This guy’s a total social beast. No way anyone with shame could say that out loud."
"But he’s pretty good-looking. I bet he’ll have no trouble getting a girlfriend freshman year—look how hard those girls are laughing."
"Damn, we’re all human—why can’t I come up with nonsense like that? Is it because I’m too pure?"
"Pure my ass. You were practically drooling when those girls were on stage earlier."
"……"
Just then, someone suddenly brought up yesterday’s rumor.
"Hey, I heard there’s a campus belle-level beauty in our year. True or false? Anyone seen her?"
"Are you blind? Were you too busy staring at the teacher earlier to notice the girls sitting in the back?"
"What do you mean?"
Before the guy could process it, a girl in a simple white dress, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, stood up from the back rows and made her way forward.
Almost instantly, every pair of eyes in the classroom unconsciously followed her as she approached the podium.
When she turned to face the class, the girls reacted normally, but the boys couldn’t help but murmur in surprise.
"Whoa! Is she the one from the rumors—the girl who could compete for campus belle this year?"
"I used to think the rumors were exaggerated, but here she is, right in our class."
"That figure, that face, that aura—absolutely stunning."
"Damn, I just swore off dating in college to focus on studying."
"......"
Liu Yutong stood at the podium, picked up a piece of chalk, and wrote three large characters on the blackboard.
Then she turned to face the class, offering a faint smile. "Hello everyone, my name is Liu Yutong. My hobbies are..."
