novelraw Chapter 1699 - 926: Power Struggle
Chapter 1699 - 926: Power Struggle
Class 8.
On the right of the podium, Yang Sheng announced: "Now let’s start the auction for Zhang Chi, everyone feel free to bid!"
Zhang Chi’s face turned ashen.
He had just lost a bet and now was immediately thrown into an auction, all in a blink, catching him completely off guard.
Unfortunately for Zhang Chi, disliked by everyone, even with Yang Sheng hosting the auction, no one showed an interest in bidding for him.
For a moment, there was an awkward silence.
Seeing this, Wang Longlong took the initiative, rolled his book into a megaphone, and started promoting:
"Ahem, now we are holding the last auction of the day, next up, we have the most rebellious man in Class 8—Zhang Chi!"
"Do you want this rebellious guy to bow and scrape before you from now on?"
"If you do, then come on! Just 1 yuan, only 1 yuan!"
Pang Jiao thought of the disgusting Zhang Chi and shouted: "3 yuan 8, I bid 3 yuan 8!"
Wang Yan Yan: "Oh dear Jiaojiao, why did you bid that number?"
Pang Jiao: "Hoh hoh hoh, because he’s a 38, a turtle!"
Zhang Chi stared at her angrily, his vicious gaze as if trying to hammer her dead with it.
Zhang Yifei covered her mouth, her eyes darting: "38 is way better than him!"
Zhang Chi was furious beyond belief: "Who the hell are you talking about?"
Pang Jiao, standing up for her friend, grinned like a sunflower with bald patches: "Whoever the 38 is, we’re talking about them!"
Zhang Chi pointed at her: "Say that again?"
Pang Jiao’s thick lips, as if installed with a vibration device, became a buzzing mouth: "Thirty-eight, thirty-eight, thirty-eight..."
Zhang Chi suddenly burst into rage, grabbed the textbook on the desk, and hurled it fiercely at Pang Jiao: "Shut up!"
The book, with tremendous force, flew across the room and slammed into Song Sheng’s chubby face.
Song Sheng, who was just watching the fun, was utterly bewildered.
He pondered, he didn’t provoke anyone!
In the southwest corner of the classroom, Wu Xiaoqi hugged his basketball, recalling past misery: "It’s happening, the demon’s curse!"
When Song Sheng finally realized what happened, he stood up furiously: "Zhang Chi, are you asking for death, damn it?"
Now, after enduring Pang Jiao’s mental trials, Song Sheng had become stronger!
Facing Song Sheng’s questioning, Zhang Chi’s expression changed rapidly, logically, it was all his fault.
Pang Jiao burst out laughing, almost mooing: "Didn’t you tell me to shut up? You worthless thing!"
Zhang Chi paused, ignored Song Sheng, and instead pointed at Pang Jiao: "I’ll warn you once!"
"5 yuan, I bid five yuan!" Cui Yu chimed in.
So the auction returned to normal, naturally, Zhang Chi’s worth was nowhere near Gong Jin’s, and in the end, he sold for a mere 7 yuan.
Finally, with Wang Longlong’s announcement, the auction concluded.
Originally witnessing this scene, Gong Jin, who felt indignant, unexpectedly felt a bit comforted now.
At least his value was still there.
Class monitor Xin Youling, observing the chaos settling, flickered with annoyance in her deep-set eyes, her control over Class 8 seemed lacking, with certain students prone to stirring up turbulence at will.
Thinking of this, Xin Youling picked up a stool and moved towards her exclusive throne—the podium, attempting to guard the entire class.
She hadn’t even warmed her seat yet, when Yu Wen, who bought Zhang Chi, started causing trouble.
Yu Wen stroked her golden bracelet, bossily: "Zhang Chi, the battery in the clock on the blackboard is dead, go to the cafeteria supermarket and buy two batteries to put in!"
Zhang Chi instinctively said: "Why should I?"
Right Protector Yang Sheng cleared their throat.
Zhang Chi immediately recognized his position, he shouted: "Now it’s dark and cold, count buying the batteries as two days of my duties!"
Yu Wen: "One day, take it or leave it!"
Zhang Chi gritted his teeth in endurance, after all, buying batteries was better than doing duties or carrying water from the watering station.
Zhang Chi got up and left his seat, took the money for batteries from Yu Wen’s hand, and then walked toward the back door of the classroom.
Just as he was about to step out of the classroom, Xin Youling moved on the podium, took a sip of tea, and said:
"Leaving like this, what if you’re seen by a checking school leader on the way? Don’t go."
Zhang Chi halted mid-step.
He came to his senses, looked at Yu Wen, waiting for his nominal debtor to answer.
Yu Wen was in a dilemma, usually causing a ruckus in the class was fine, but if Director Yan found out, it really wouldn’t be a small issue, could even lead to punishment.
Yu Wen was having a hard time deciding, so he asked Right Protector: "Yang Sheng, what do you think?"
Zhang Chi and Yu Wen were all waiting for an answer from Yang Sheng, the atmosphere was a bit silent.
Xin Youling sat high on the podium, her heart trembling with anger, she had clearly issued the command to stop him, yet he ignored her!
Power, at this moment, faced a huge challenge.
Yang Sheng, understanding the situation, said: "Since the monitor said so, then don’t go."
"Alright then." Zhang Chi had no choice, with a school disciplinary action on him, he didn’t dare take further risks.
The classroom fell back into silence, but inside Xin Youling, a storm was raging.
She was alarmed: ’Yang Sheng has already enslaved many classmates, and those classmates all listen to her, independent of the entire Class 8.’
’If I don’t resolve this, today’s cause will bear fruit tomorrow!’
At that time... a terrifying scene appeared in her mind, Yang Sheng standing on the podium, hypocritically saying ’Oh my! How did everyone unanimously elect me as the class monitor, it’s really troubling me!’
’I can’t let this continue!’ Xin Youling quickly thought of a solution, she must start winning people’s hearts.
Compared to strong suppression, sometimes appeasement can win people’s hearts better.
After evening self-study dismissal, Zhang Chi was still one of the duty slaves.
Xin Youling stood in the hallway outside, gazing at the city’s thousands of lights, being blown by the chilly night wind.