Chapter 8

Two days later, I went to the counselor’s office to drop off some documents.

The counselor pulled me aside, acting all mysterious.

“Yang Zheng, the selection for the freshman scholarship starts in a couple of days. Don’t worry, you’re the class monitor; I’ll definitely consider you for it.”

The counselor patted my shoulder, looking at me with a very obvious implication.

That sentence made my scalp tingle and my soul nearly leave my body!

I tried my best to suppress the original owner’s ecstatic residual consciousness while trying to refuse.

But I couldn’t get a single word out!

This short conversation ended with me wearing a twisted expression—trying not to smile, but forced to smile anyway.

The class meeting is tomorrow night, and I have to come up with a solution.

Is the plot playing tricks on me? Am I destined to never escape this damn story?

Speechless. I’m a freshman, and I have to study hard *and* escape this cursed plot? I’m exhausted.

Tonight, I’m going to the track to run two kilometers!