"Jiang Ning, how about being the chemistry class representative?"
Teacher Guo Ran set down a disposable paper cup, smiling as she looked over.
The pure water in the cup gently swayed, its amplitude becoming smaller until it nearly stilled.
There were only two people in the office.
Time seemed to freeze, then abruptly rolled back like a receding tide, and Jiang Ning suddenly recalled the past—how long ago had that been?
Teacher Guo Ran had once offered her a cup of water in the same way, her smile just as gentle.
Back then, Jiang Ning was just a student who had suddenly arrived in the city from a remote village.
Insecure, timid, poor—she was full of flaws.
Under those circumstances, Guo Ran had chosen her to be the chemistry class representative.
That time it was out of pity, this time, it must be gratitude.
Jiang Ning's gaze questioned, "Does being a class representative come with any benefits?"
