The sun was rising and the morning breeze was cool.
There was a flag-raising ceremony on Monday, and then there was a morning meeting, where school leaders and student union cadres would summarize their studies and lives last week.
As soon as Zhuang Ziang gathered at the playground, he searched in various classes, trying to find the figure of Little Butterfly.
The result disappointed him greatly.
Little Butterfly, which class are you from?
In fact, he had wanted to ask Su Yudie this question in person a long time ago, but considering that she deliberately concealed it, there was probably something else going on.
When she wanted to say it, she would naturally say it.
Because he was absent-minded, Zhuang Ziang did not hear a word of what the people on the rostrum said.
It was not until the meeting was over that he learned from Li Huangxuan that Class 9 did not get the mobile red flag.
This was the first time since the beginning of this semester.
"It's just a symbol of honor, just like the little red flower of kindergarten children. It's no big deal, right?" Zhuang Ziang said with a smile.
"Nothing would happen normally, but this happened in the first week after Xie Wenyong took office. You can see that his face is full of tears."
Li Huangxuan has always disliked Xie Wenyong, but he was gloating at this time.
As a top class, Class 9 has always been among the best in the grade in terms of study, discipline and hygiene.
The floating red flag has been hung in a corner of the classroom and has never moved.
Zhuang Ziang used to be the class monitor and the former head of the Discipline Inspection Department of the Student Union, so everyone gave him some face.
Now that the class monitor has been replaced by Xie Wenyong, he went to communicate with the people in the Student Union and was rejected a lot.
No one bought his account at all.
Many students in Class 9 have a sense of collective honor and regard the floating red flag as more important.
As soon as the meeting was over, everyone complained about Xie Wenyong.
"I told some people that if they don't have the skills, they shouldn't take on porcelain work."
"When did we lose the mobile red flag when Zhuang Ziang was the class monitor?"
"Why did Zhuang Ziang quit for no reason?"
...
Xie Wenyong felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly when he heard these words.
Why was he not even worthy of carrying Zhuang Ziang's shoes in everyone's eyes?
The fourth class in the morning was a class meeting.
Tomorrow was the monthly exam, and there were many things to prepare for.
As soon as the bell rang, Xie Wenyong strode to the podium, took the blackboard brush as a gavel, and slapped the desk hard.
"Everyone, be quiet. As the class monitor, I will arrange the layout of the examination room."
He liked to keep the word class monitor on his lips.
However, few of the students below paid attention to him.
Some did their homework, some chatted, and some slept.
Xie Wenyong gritted his teeth and said a few words, but found that no one was listening. He was so angry that he slammed the desk.
"Did you listen to me?"
Li Huangxuan said sarcastically: "You have been talking nonsense for a long time, but there is no point. No one is willing to listen."
Xie Wenyong said angrily: "Zhuang Ziang used to talk so much nonsense, why are you willing to listen?"
"It's very simple. I accept Zhuang Ziang as the class monitor, but I don't accept you as the class monitor." Li Huangxuan retorted.
"Why? How am I worse than him?"
"He can get the first place in the grade, can you?"
In one sentence, there is no solution.
Xie Wenyong's face turned pale.
He coveted the position of class monitor for so long, but he didn't expect that there would be a lot of trivial things before he even sat on it.
In the past, no one felt anything when Zhuang Ziang was the class monitor.
At this time, everyone realized that he had silently contributed a lot to the class.
Lin Mushi turned around and said, "Zhuang Ziang, you are doing well as the monitor, why do you want to resign?"
Zhuang Ziang raised his eyes slightly and said, "I am tired and don't want to be the monitor anymore."
This answer was too perfunctory, which made Lin Mushi very dissatisfied.
She would never have thought that the truth was that Zhuang Ziang might take frequent leave in the following days and had no energy to be the monitor.
More and more classmates turned their eyes to Zhuang Ziang.
"Zhuang Ziang, you are still the most suitable monitor. We all respect you."
"That's right. You have been the monitor for two years. You should be consistent."
"Zhuang Ziang, I support you. Do you have any difficulties? Tell us and we will help you solve them together."
"You have helped everyone so much in the past. You can't handle it alone when you encounter troubles."
...
In Class 9, Zhuang Ziang is like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.
In every exam, he takes the first place in the grade with absolute strength and raises the class average score.
He is so outstanding, but he is never proud and complacent.
When classmates asked him questions, he always patiently answered them.
As the class monitor, he led the whole class to participate in sports games, rehearse programs for school celebrations, and make blackboard newspapers together, and always achieved excellent results.
When classmates encountered difficulties in life or were ill, they always got his care and help.
His strength and selflessness once made everyone ignore that he was just an ordinary teenager, and he also had his own sorrows and pains.
Only a few classmates such as Li Huangxuan knew that his family situation was actually worse than that of most people.
In the past week, Zhuang Ziang frequently asked for leave and missed classes, which made his classmates vaguely aware that he must have encountered troubles.
Under everyone's eager eyes, Zhuang Ziang slowly stood up.
Looking at the familiar faces of his classmates, tears filled his eyes.
"Thank you for your concern. I'm fine. Nothing happened."
"I decided to resign from the position of monitor after careful consideration. I'm really sorry that I couldn't serve you until graduation."
"The new monitor will continue to contribute to the class. Please support and cooperate with him and give him more time."
When he said the latter part, his voice was choked.
I'm sorry, my dear classmates.
I may not be able to graduate with you.
Li Huangxuan slammed the table hard: "Zhuang Ziang, what's wrong with you? Why are you so nagging like a woman?"
Zhuang Ziang pressed his shoulder: "Don't ask, you will know soon."
The mood in the classroom became particularly low.
Although everyone didn't know what happened, they could really feel Zhuang Ziang's sadness.
Xie Wenyong stood on the podium, his face full of embarrassment.
He had been competing with Zhuang Ziang, but Zhuang Ziang was still speaking for him.
Perhaps because of this, he will never be as good as Zhuang Ziang.
This pattern and mind are a world apart.
"What's going on? Your class is the noisiest in the whole building!" Zhang Zhiyuan appeared at the door of the classroom and said a classic teacher's saying.
"Teacher Zhang, we are holding a class meeting and hope that Zhuang Ziang can be the class monitor again." Lin Mushi stood up and spoke boldly.
As soon as the voice fell, a hundred people responded.
"Yes, Teacher Zhang, we don't want Zhuang Ziang to resign."
"Of all the students in the class, he is the most prestigious."
"Did Zhuang Ziang encounter something at home? We can all help him."
...
Zhang Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel a sore nose when he heard everyone talking.
He waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.
"Zhuang Ziang's resignation was a well-considered decision, and we should respect him."
"Although he is no longer the class monitor, none of us will forget his contributions to the class in the past two years."
"In the future, please respect and care for him as before."
After saying this, Zhang Zhiyuan turned and rushed out of the classroom, wiping away tears.
Fortunately, he held back and did not cry out loud in front of the whole class.