Prince charming, your persona has collapsed!

But these were words that simply couldn't be said to Zheng Yanyan right away.

Fortunately, Zheng Yanyan didn't ask further and just wanted Zhou Yuwen to return to school at noon to have lunch with her.

Zhou Yuwen said, "Alright, I'll try my best."

"It's not about trying; you must!" Zheng Yanyan emphasized.

Zhou Yuwen's response was still that he would try his best.

"Hmph."

Zhou Yuwen intended to hang up the phone, but Zheng Yanyan was feeling bored at the moment; the exam room and the meeting room were not far apart, and she had already arrived at the meeting room.

There weren't many people in the classroom, as Su Qing and the others had already moved the materials there; they would just distribute them later.

When Zheng Yanyan entered, she glanced at the three of them.

Zheng Yanyan was still very proud and quickly shifted her gaze away, taking a seat casually by the window.

She crossed her beautiful, long legs and made a call to Zhou Yuwen as if she didn't care about anyone else, laughing louder than usual, giving the impression that she was doing it on purpose so others would hear. She even pouted flirtatiously and asked, "So, Zhou Yuwen, tell me, am I your favorite?"

Shen Yu, who was checking the materials list, and Su Qing, who was counting something with her head down, were expressionless, but hearing her say these things was somewhat grating to them.

Zhou Yuwen also felt Zheng Yanyan's odd behavior but didn't think much of it, saying, "I'm really getting busy here, I'll come find you later."

"Okay, then that's settled. I'm in the classroom now; I'll call you after the meeting is over," Zheng Yanyan rambled on.

And with that, they hung up the phone.

Zhou Yuwen inserted his bank card into the ATM and clicked to check the balance.

The display showed:

RMB Balance: 250,000,0.00 yuan.

There were actually a few thousand left in his stock account. Zhou Yuwen had specifically withdrawn a round number—phew, he finally found a bit of the joy of being a reincarnated person.

Taking advantage of some spare time, he thought of going to the 4s store to look at cars.

At this time, the class meeting had actually already begun.

The matter of Chang Hao replacing Zhou Yuwen as class president wasn't yet set in stone because Zhou Yuwen had previously provided many benefits to his classmates, such as more than 10GB of data, which was precious in this era.

Moreover, the positions Chang Hao had previously held were always as the class president of the boys' sports teams, while Zhou Yuwen's supporters were all girls.

So the outcome of the win or loss was truly unpredictable.

No wonder Chang Hao dreamt about the class president thing, as he did not wish to be inferior to the president in any way. In his dream, Chang Hao successfully became the class president of the landscape engineering class.

But Chang Hao was not at all happy.

Because he lost the woman he loved most.

Deep in the dream, he actually muttered, "If I give you the position of class president, can't you just stop dating Yanyan?"

Dreams are always a little childish after all.

After waking up from the dream, what remained was nothing but sorrow.

He knew the position of class president wasn't really a big deal, but he didn't want to lose.

The sadness was over; Chang Hao had regained his reason.

Why should he be as gloomy and weepy as a loser?

In the Capital city, he was an only child!

His family owned a 90-square-meter commercial house, and his grandparents lived in a courtyard house, even if it wasn't inside the Third Ring Road, the property prices in the Capital city have been skyrocketing in recent years.

Just the commercial house alone was worth five million!

What could Zhou Yuwen compare with him?

Why should he be sad?

Zheng Yanyan's not choosing him was merely because she was too young; she didn't understand what core competitiveness meant. Just wait another two years, and she would see.

Her choosing Zhou Yuwen was a mistake!

A boy from a small city.

With only a second-tier university degree.

No matter how hard he works, he would never be able to afford a house in a big city in his lifetime.

Hah, so what if Zhou Yuwen is handsome?

What does it matter if he can sing?

Does his family have money?

Just like what his grandparents told Chang Hao when he was a child, some people strive their whole lives and still can't reach the hem of your clothes.

At this moment, Chang Hao's sense of superiority as a person from the Capital city reached its peak.

Actually, he was not being arrogant.

He was just hoping to numb the pain of his loss with this sense of superiority.

He was convinced that Zheng Yanyan would regret it!

After graduation, he could easily rely on his parents' connections to find a job in a state-owned enterprise, with social security, housing fund, and a five-figure salary each month.

But Zhou Yuwen?

His good looks and singing ability wouldn't stop him from having to squeeze onto the subway at seven in the morning.

Chang Hao didn't believe Zheng Yanyan would endure such hardships with Zhou Yuwen.

Zheng Yanyan was a girl beyond Zhou Yuwen's means; he might as well give up now!

Thinking this way, Chang Hao finally felt much better.

And with renewed spirit,

He planned to defeat Zhou Yuwen in the class committee election, and he was going to formally declare war on Zhou Yuwen!

Zhou Yuwen, I admit that you won this time.

But you can't win forever.

This time, I was just caught off guard.

If it wasn't for your underhanded tactics, how could you possibly have succeeded?

Now, Chang Hao had figured it all out; Zhou Yuwen's success was merely due to his dishonest sneak attack.

He didn't even know that Zhou Yuwen liked Zheng Yanyan.

Chang Hao always assumed he had no competitors, so he wasn't in a rush when pursuing Zheng Yanyan.

If he had known Zhou Yuwen was playing this game, he would have launched a fierce offensive on Zheng Yanyan much earlier, and in that case, he would certainly not have lost,

Just as Chang Hao, full of confidence, was preparing to further confront Zhou Yuwen.