Kowtow and Call Grandma

"Teacher, can I be the class representative now?" Zhou Chen also came over.

The other students were not in a hurry to leave either. They all wanted to see what the "gift" Teacher Lin was talking about was.

"I'm sorry, student. I forgot that I only have two classes today," Ms. Lin apologized to Zhou Chen.

"Although you're my class representative, you might not have the chance to perform your duties as a class representative in the future."

Teacher Lin had made it clear that this "class representative" title was just nominal.

Zhou Chen's face immediately showed disappointment.

Zhuang Peng, on the other hand, had a smug look on his face, thinking to himself, 'I've spent half my life aiming to become a class representative, but it's all just a mirage!' Only Zhou Chen, that fool, could be so easily deceived!

"Teacher, what is my present?" Zhuang Peng asked proudly.

He was expecting something tangible.