Chapter 97: I’m the Class Monitor Now
Su He got a clear answer, and immediately felt more confident.
That afternoon, she returned to the textile factory to speak with Director Gao.
“Director Gao, how do you plan to sell this batch of hair accessories?”
Director Gao replied casually, “Naturally, we’ll send them to the State-owned Mall. Sell as many as we can. If they sell well, I’ll suggest to the higher-ups that we place another order. If not, then forget it.”
That was pretty much how the textile factory’s cloth was sold too. Apart from the quotas for centralized distribution, the rest was sent to various co-ops, and they’d sell what they could.
Su He thought to herself: if it weren’t for the current supply shortage, the textile factory would’ve gone out of business long ago!
She blinked her eyes playfully. “Director Gao, how about letting me handle the sales of this batch of hair accessories? I promise to give you a dazzling sales performance.”
Director Gao was no fool.
He chuckled, “Alright, what’s your condition?”
Su He rubbed her hands sheepishly. “There are two elderly people at home to support now, and money’s a little tight. So I’d like to take on a side job at the textile factory to earn another paycheck.”
Director Gao frowned slightly. “A side job? I don’t think we’ve ever had that at the textile factory.”
Su He smiled sweetly. “I heard that Teacher Yuan from the factory housing compound has a side gig here too. If there’s a first, there can be a second. One more won’t hurt.
Don’t worry—I promise I’ll deliver outstanding results. That way, it’ll be easier for you to report to leadership too.”
Director Gao had originally wanted to recruit Su He anyway, but she had insisted on staying loyal to Huaihua Commune, so he’d backed off.
Now hearing her say this, he was a bit tempted.
“Alright, show me the results first, then I’ll go to the higher-ups.”
Su He was full of confidence. “Just wait and see. But this can’t be rushed—I need a few days to warm things up.”
Director Gao was puzzled. Warm up? Warm up what?
But he didn’t ask further—he only cared about the sales numbers.
Truth be told, while the scrap-fabric hair accessories looked nice, they weren’t essential items. It would be hard for sales to make a big splash.
Still, he was curious to see what Su He would come up with.
Over the next few days, Su He helped Teacher Yuan during the day, and attended night school on time every evening.
Though to be honest, attending class was just a cover—her real goal was to get close to all her classmates.
The teachers didn’t think much of her sudden appearance, assuming she was a newly enrolled student.
Besides, many night school students had night shifts or irregular attendance, so the teachers couldn’t remember everyone anyway.
One day, just before class started, the class teacher, Mr. Zhou, came in and said:
“In a few days, provincial night school officials will come for an inspection. Everyone should prepare a few performances to welcome them. Class monitor, collect everyone’s suggestions and turn in a performance list to me.”
After that, he left.
Once he was gone, chaos broke out in the classroom.
Cao Hongmei leaned toward Su He and whispered, “Mr. Zhou must’ve been confused. Our class never even elected class officers—where’d a class monitor come from?”
Su He:
Without hesitation, she stood up and walked to the podium.
“Classmates, you all heard Mr. Zhou just now. Is anyone interested in preparing performances?”
Cao Hongmei: “…”
Girl, isn’t this a bit much?
Did you forget that you’re just an unofficial student sneaking into class?!
She thought Su He would definitely get booed off the podium—but instead, the class started lively discussions about performance ideas.
Some people grumbled: “We’re here to study, not perform. We’d rather go home and sleep!”
“Yeah! What’s the point of all this showy nonsense?”
…
Su He picked up the blackboard eraser and smacked it onto the desk.
“You’re all looking at this the wrong way!
Do you think the leaders care about the actual performances?
No. They want to see your spirit, your energy, and your learning outcomes!
Have you thought about this: our advanced class is only equivalent to a high school diploma, but provincial night school? That’s associate degree level!
If you perform well, you might get the chance to continue studying at the provincial level!
That’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity! Anyone interested in performing, come sign up with me.”
At that, the class got fired up, like someone had injected them with adrenaline.
When Su He returned to her seat, the girl behind her, Yuan Xiaolan, piped up: “Class monitor, I’d like to do a solo of My Motherland!”
Zhao Lili chimed in quickly: “Class monitor, I’ll sing a selection from The Red Lantern!”
“Class monitor, I’ll perform a clapper talk: Workers and Farmers Are One Family!”
…
Cao Hongmei: … Wait… how did she just become the class monitor like that?
Didn’t everyone remember she was just crashing the class?
Of course they remembered.
But Su He had acted so naturally—and honestly, who else would be better suited for the job?
Since she was willing to do it, fine. It didn’t cost them anything anyway.
As class was ending, Su He walked back up to the podium.
“Some classmates may be feeling a bit left out because they don’t have any artistic talent. So I’ve decided to organize a full-class group chorus, so that everyone gets a chance to appear in front of the provincial officials.”
Applause broke out immediately. Many students lacked artistic skills and were more than happy to blend in with a group.
Su He continued, “If everyone agrees, we’ll stay half an hour after class each day to rehearse. Oh, and to make communication easier, please give me your home addresses and contact information after class.”
Just like that, Su He collected everyone’s addresses and contact info.
Cao Hongmei sat there, stunned the whole time: “…”
*
The next day, before class, Su He went to Mr. Zhou’s office.
“Mr. Zhou, here’s the performance list. This is the preliminary version—there may be a few small changes after rehearsals.”
Mr. Zhou had actually remembered last night that they hadn’t elected any class officers. He had planned to assign someone today.
But then Su He walked in.
He didn’t think much of it—just assumed the students had elected her themselves.
He had no idea she wasn’t even officially enrolled.
Much less that she had the shameless guts to self-appoint as class monitor!
