Zhendan Academy's freshmen had their class officer election activity as the first class in the afternoon.
"Okay, after an afternoon of getting to know each other, I think everyone should have a good understanding of their classmates now,"
the homeroom teacher An Jingmin yawned:
"Next, we'll elect today's class officers, starting with the most important position, the class president."
At this moment, many people turned their gaze toward Fang You simultaneously.
Though not all the students had come up from junior high, about half of them had.
Those familiar with Fang You knew well that, with his strong leadership and immense popularity, if he wished to run for class president, there would simply be no contest.
However, this time Fang You did not raise his hand; instead, he rested his chin in his hand, lost in thought.
In an instant, the students in the class all raised their hands eagerly.
"I want to run for class president!"
"Me, me! I'll do it!"
