There was no doubt about that.
At the same time, Chen Baoyi, who was sitting in the front row—the girl who had just been the first to go on stage to run for class office, declaring her intention to be the class president—at that moment, couldn't help but frown slightly, her pretty face revealing anxious uncertainty. To be honest, she really never expected Su Yan to compete with her for the role of class president. What for? Is it for the five extra academic credits awarded monthly? But that shouldn't be it! A genius like him, rather than spending effort on being class president to earn credits, would be better off taking on a few more rewarding tasks, which would earn him even more. And besides, it would be both easier and faster that way. Why insist on being class president? Chen Baoyi couldn't quite comprehend it, and the more she thought about it, the more puzzled she became.
