1. The class with the most outstanding creativity

I am not the Mona Lisa, I cannot smile all the time

Do not allow

What is the point of having this class monitor now, where is the authority?

"Tap tap," my desk was tapped by a pen

I couldn't help but be reminded of a few days ago, when the day after I switched his position with Zuo Ye, he surprisingly rearranged the original 8 groups from a layout of 2:2:2:2 to a layout of 1:3:3:1. In simpler terms, this means that I, sitting in the middle position, would have two classmates sitting next to me on either side

I angrily turned around and glared at Yang Zhanyuan: "What is it again!"

Yang Zhanyuan twirled his pen and said deliberately, "Your attitude this time is quite good. If you could be this obedient every time, I wouldn't have to make things difficult for you."

I sat up straight and glared at him with a sense of grievance: "So, will you easily help me?"

What are you joking about, quickly change the seating arrangement back!

Yang Zhanyuan seemed to appreciate my angry expression, propping his chin with one hand and twirling a pen with the other, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he said: "Class monitor, I am merely suggesting—it's been a week since the start of the semester, and the back blackboard has not been attended to. I see that the bulletin boards in other classes are nearly completed; you should start planning as well"

Damn it, taking advantage and still acting innocent

Do not ! ''

In the entire class of 54 individuals, aside from Zuo Ye, who did not vote, and Yuan Yue, whom I managed to persuade, the remaining students surprisingly all chose to maintain the current situation

Damn it! This arrogant fellow!

"It depends on whether those few classmates are willing to help you..." A hint of mischief flickered in his eyes, "However, with your charisma, I believe—absolutely no one would be willing to help you!"

Are you going to let me go out or not

I was taken aback—was he trying to give me his seat, or was he just skipping class?

Yang Zhanyuan was ruthless; after saying these words, he opened his exercise book, appearing completely focused on solving problems, no longer paying attention to me

This guy ... ! ... I will eventually trample him underfoot !

Why would I become the class monitor

"Please ask me. " He was solving a proof problem and said slowly, "Class monitor, there's no need to hit a snag anymore. If you ask me, I will agree to help you."

Yang Zhanyuan decisively refused: "No!"

Hmph, I don't believe that none of those classmates will help me! The class bulletin board is a matter of honor for the entire class, not just the responsibility of the class leader! I suddenly stood up and said, "Yang Zhanyuan, move aside, I need to go out"

Zuo Ye is positioned to my right, while Yang Zhan Yuan has changed places with the classmate on my left, becoming my desk mate on the left!

I am infuriated; clearly, I am the class monitor, yet I have no authority to manage this class at all

All of this is thanks to the terrible location of the library, as I am constantly troubled by how to get out. Yang Zhanyuan won't let me go out whenever he is unhappy, and as for Zuo Ye, I dare not approach that big iceberg. ... Sometimes, when I really need to relieve myself after class, I will either crawl out from under the desk or climb over the tabletop ...

That day

The smile on my face immediately froze

The class monitor is compliant with public opinion; should we maintain the current arrangement or revert to the previous one? It would be beneficial to hear everyone's thoughts

It is that simple

Yang Zhanyuan's voice was soft as he said: "Do not rejoice too early"

Yang Zhanyuan

When school is over, those classmates will definitely scatter in a rush, and I will have no chance to ask them for help

The issue is that we are currently in class

Yang Zhanyuan smiled upon reaching the destination, cleared his throat, and shouted: "Everyone be quiet! The class monitor is currently very troubled!"

I suddenly became dull, my expression lifeless as I collapsed onto the table

I stared in astonishment at everything before me: "This strange layout, Yang Zhanyuan—this must be your doing, right?"

I turned my head to the right and saw Zuo Ye lying on the table, engrossed in a detective novel, appearing completely indifferent

I bit my teeth again and again, when suddenly a "tap tap" sound echoed, and that pen tapped my desk once more

Well then, I am very busy, https:// I am going to do some exercises

That is wonderful! This month's "Most Outstanding Creative Class" must undoubtedly belong to me!

As I thought this, I forced out a bitter smile once again. Yang Zhanyuan clicked his tongue and said, "What a forced smile, it looks really ugly. Never mind, I'll tell you straightforwardly: you can't complete that blackboard newspaper by yourself. Generally, a blackboard newspaper can be divided into three sections: Mathematics, Chinese, and English. Therefore, you can ask the class representatives of each subject to prepare the content, and then find a student who writes beautiful chalk characters to be responsible for writing it up. In addition, you should also find a student with good drawing skills to create colorful decorations and embellishments... As for the overall layout of the blackboard newspaper, you can let that student come up with it."

After that day, whenever Yang Zhanyuan and I had a disagreement, he would snap his fingers, and a group of students around would respond to him

Yang Zhanyuan smiled like a big-tailed wolf: "Hmm, class monitor, should I laugh?"

Yang Zhanyuan winked at me playfully and asked, "Are you satisfied with the results?"

I clenched my teeth and swallowed my anger: "Thank you!"

I rested my chin on my hands, gazing at him eagerly as he finished speaking: "That's it? Is it really that simple?"

I truly want to crush him in the palm of my hand, but at the moment, I have no choice but to please him for assistance: "You know I can't manage this, hey, could you please help me out!"

This sentence feels like a bloody knife, piercing my Achilles' heel

Yang Zhanyuan pouted and said: "You just smiled beautifully, and I want to see it again"

Absolutely the latter

I turned around and indeed saw Yang Zhanyuan's face wearing a gloating smile: "Class monitor, with such disorder in discipline, aren't you going to do something about it?"

I am the class monitor, and I command you to revert the seating arrangement back to its original layout

Whatever I say is wrong, and whatever he does is right

In the face of such a scene, every time I shout for silence, yet no one pays attention to me, that feeling of isolation and helplessness...

A week has passed, with daily occurrences of "severe tardiness and absenteeism in morning reading classes," "chaotic and noisy classroom discipline," and "almost empty evening self-study sessions"

Then, during the self-study class, Yang Zhanyuan organized a vote to make a decision.

Yang Zhanyuan's smile was profound: "You are truly exceptionally intelligent. Class monitor, you can forget about shaking me off."

Come on—why are you still talking so much to me! Oh God, I am increasingly tempted to strangle this guy!

Your meaning is: I am omnipotent, just come to me!

I was startled and quickly turned to look at the empty blackboard at the back of the classroom

I am becoming increasingly disadvantaged

Indeed, every month the school selects the "Most Outstanding Class in Discipline," "Most Outstanding Class in Hygiene," and "Most Outstanding Class in Creativity." This week, our class has received nearly the same number of deductions in both discipline and hygiene, and we are already ranked last in the entire school. We must secure the last category!

Yang Zhanyuan continued to work on the problems without raising his head: "Don't waste your effort, they won't help you"

At that moment, a loud "bang" sounded from Zuo Ye's position. When I turned my head, he had already rolled up that detective novel and left the classroom

Yang Zhanyuan

Damn it—what on earth does this guy want? Is he trying to force me?

The classroom, which had originally been as lively as a vegetable market, immediately fell silent. After a while, the only sounds that could be heard were those of pages turning and writing.

"Do not be too quick to despair, as you have not yet heard me finish my words," Yang Zhanyuan's voice continued. "I began learning to paint at the age of 6. Although I am not the class representative for subjects like mathematics, Chinese, or English, do not forget that my grades are the highest in all of Zijing City. As for my chalk writing, after so many years of honing my skills as class monitor, there should be no one in Shenghua who can surpass me."

blackboard newspaper

What else do you have to say

I squeezed out a faint smile: "Experienced individuals, I am a novice, please impart your knowledge on how to plan a blackboard newspaper"

I am completely unqualified for this position; I cannot be the class monitor

Their reasoning is that the layout of 1 : 3 : 3 : 1 makes the originally crowded classroom appear much more spacious, and the aisles on both sides are also free. However, I know that they are clearly showing support for Yang Zhanyuan.