blueteamnovel 058 Don't you want to go on a blind date?
058 Don't you want to go on a blind date?
"So, Song Zhiyi, do you want to run for office?"
Teacher Zhao asked this question.
The girl subconsciously looked at Wang Zhe again.
Wang Zhe did not respond at all.
After hesitating for a moment, Song Zhiyi shook her head and said, "I think I'll pass. It doesn't feel right for me."
Teacher Zhao nodded and glanced at the list: "Okay, then the next student is Wang Zhe."
As Song Zhiyi stepped down from the podium, Wang Zhe was walking towards it.
The two passed each other.
Song Zhiyi didn't stop walking, but as she passed by him, she winked her left eye at him. Her long eyelashes fluttered, carrying a hint of mischief.
Wang Zhe walked calmly onto the podium.
He stood behind the lectern, unlike the other boys who nervously clutched their clothes or scratched their heads. He simply stood there casually, his hands resting on the edge of the lectern, his gaze calmly sweeping over the dozens of faces below the stage.
His aura was so composed that he didn't seem like an eighteen-year-old college freshman.
"Hello everyone, my name is Wang Zhe. I also come from Sichuan Province, specifically Chengdu. My hobbies are quite simple, mainly football and stocks."
"stock?"
The students in the audience were stunned. For freshmen, this hobby was indeed a bit beyond their academic level, and it also seemed to reek of money.
But that's exactly the effect Wang Zhe wanted.
Since he'll definitely be spending money and flaunting his wealth in the future, he might as well establish himself as a seasoned stock market expert from the start. That way, if he drives luxury cars or buys nice things later, people will think, "Oh, he made his money from stocks," rather than suspecting that he's being kept by a rich woman.
"And then, I'm a rather introverted person," Wang Zhe said seriously, "not very good at socializing, and I usually prefer to be alone. I hope everyone will take care of me in the future."
As soon as he finished speaking, Teacher Zhao, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but laugh.
She sized up the young man and teased, "You don't stutter at all standing on stage, and your presence is even more stable than mine. Are you really introverted?"
A slight chuckle rippled through the audience.
Wang Zhe shrugged: "Teacher, that's just an act. I'm actually panicking inside."
"Alright, stop joking," Teacher Zhao waved her hand with a smile, "So, why did you choose architecture? Was it on a friend's recommendation?"
Wang Zhe's smile faded, and he said seriously, "No, it's not that. I'm just genuinely interested in architecture. I think architecture is frozen music, a combination of reason and emotion. So, for this major, I taught myself some basic architectural drawing, like sketching and perspective. Interest is the best teacher, after all."
Teacher Zhao's eyes lit up.
As a counselor, she likes students who are prepared and have goals the most.
"You've taught yourself a little? That means you have a foundation. Our major really requires a solid foundation in drawing. Many science students struggle for a long time to adapt. Since you've prepared in advance and have such good speaking skills, would you be interested in running for class officer? Like class monitor?"
coming.
Wang Zhe sighed inwardly.
The wheels of timelines keep turning, always trying to push him back onto his original track.
But this time he decided to change his way of life.
"Thank you for your kind offer, teacher," Wang Zhe politely but firmly declined, "but as I just said, I'm introverted and not suited for a job that serves everyone. Besides, I need to study my candlestick charts in my spare time, and I'm afraid I'll neglect important matters for the class. Let's leave this important task to a more enthusiastic classmate."
Ms. Zhao glanced at him with some regret, but didn't press the matter: "Alright, since you have your own plans, I won't force you. Next student..."
Wang Zhe stepped down from the podium.
Nearly twenty minutes later, after the whole class had finished their self-introductions, the main event of the evening finally arrived: the voting.
Two temporary class leaders, one male and one female, were elected by vote to be responsible for liaison and organization during military training. If they are elected as temporary class leaders, and perform well, they will naturally be elected as official class officers later.
Teacher Zhao gave everyone a small note and each dormitory a pen.
"Everyone write down their picks on slips of paper. Boys choose one, girls choose one."
The classroom was filled with the rustling sound of writing and hushed discussions.
Just then, Yang Fan, the boy with the buzz cut sitting in the front row, suddenly turned around.
He glanced at Wang Zhe and his group of four, who were still hesitating, and lowered his voice, saying, "Guys, don't forget! My name is Yang Fan! Mu Yi Yang, Fan as in smooth sailing!"
Wei Jing pursed his lips: "We never promised we'd have to write about you."
Without much hesitation, Yang Fan played his trump card: "Electing me as class monitor isn't just about treating everyone to meals. I promise you all, as the temporary class monitor, I will definitely leverage the strengths of our art academy to quickly organize joint activities with other departments! Especially the design and painting departments!"
Wei Jing's expression froze instantly.
Fang Gang asked, "What's the point of a social gathering?"
Yang Fan smiled meaningfully: "As you all know, our art academy may not have much else, but it has a lot of girls, and they're all extremely high quality! If you choose me, I'll take care of everyone's dream of finding a partner!"
Upon hearing this, the air in room 404 seemed to freeze for a second.
Social events, art school girls, finding a partner...
The combination of these keywords was like a nuclear bomb to a group of newly enrolled monks.
Wang Zhe was alright, but the other roommates were a different story, especially Wei Jing.
Upon hearing the word "social gathering," his eyes instantly lit up, as if he had seen a fountain in the desert.
"Holy crap..." Wei Jing's hand gripping the pen trembled, his eyes filled with reverence as he looked at Yang Fan. "Yang Fan, don't worry, I'd be a monster if I didn't vote for you!"
Fang Gang, watching Wei Jing's pathetic state, scoffed, "Look at you! Your legs go weak at the mention of women? Can't you have any self-control?"
"If you have such willpower, then don't vote!" Wei Jing retorted. "I don't believe you don't want to see the girls from the oil painting department!"
Fang Gang pursed his lips, wrote the name "Yang Fan" on the slip of paper, and said righteously, "I voted for him because his name sounds nice. What does that have to do with the young lady? I'm the most upright person."
Looking at these two clowns, Wang Zhe shook his head helplessly and wrote Yang Fan's name on the note.
If someone is willing to fight for this kind of thing, then of course he doesn't need to go against his roommates.
As for the girls...
In the previous life, Song Zhiyi ran for office alongside him, but in this life, Song Zhiyi did not participate in the election. Since that's the case, it doesn't matter who is written about.
Wang Zhe wrote down a name he was somewhat familiar with among the girls who participated in the election: Huang Yue.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.