Chapter 112: The “Troublemaking” Task Force
Gu Qinghuan was very interested in watching the drama unfold, but personally participating in a variety show seemed a bit difficult.
Not to mention, just the fact that the system had previously told her her presence would be minimal made her doubt that even if she joined Bai Qingyin’s team, either they would forget to film her, or all her footage would be edited out.
So regarding Bai Qingyin’s suggestion, Gu Qinghuan could only regretfully decline for the time being.
Hearing this, Bai Qingyin didn’t feel it was a problem. Everyone has their own choices, and she couldn’t force anyone. Besides, her main goal was just to see Gu Qinghuan; it wasn’t necessary for them to film together.
After finishing her conversation with Bai Qingyin, Gu Qinghuan glanced at the class chat. Everyone had gathered a lot of information, but some was true, some false, and it wasn’t complete.
She thought for a while and decided not to reveal what Bai Qingyin had told her just yet, preferring to wait until the gathered information was closer to the “truth.”
As she was thinking about how to explain the filming to her parents, Qin Yue suddenly poked her: “I just remembered something.”
“What?” Gu Qinghuan replied casually.
“The name of our class group hasn’t been changed yet,” Qin Yue said seriously.
Gu Qinghuan made an “uh” sound: “Oh right… Didn’t you go to ask other classes about their group names? What was the result?”
“Don’t mention it,” Qin Yue waved his hand. “Out of twelve classes, two don’t have group chats, four were created by the homeroom teachers and just named ‘Grade 1 Class X,’ three followed online trends and change names occasionally, and the remaining two are inspirational-style, which doesn’t match our class’s temperament.”
“What temperament does our class have?” Gu Qinghuan rubbed her forehead.
Qin Yue was silent for a moment: “Watching drama? Joining the fun?”
This left Gu Qinghuan silent as well.
Xu Xinghe, hearing their conversation, chimed in: “Isn’t our class temperament… causing trouble?”
Qin Yue looked at him approvingly: “Exactly! I hereby crown you the strategist of the Troublemaking Task Force!”
“No, with 22 people, it’s hardly a ‘small task force,’ right?” Gu Qinghuan touched her chin. “If we’re naming it, let’s make it grand!”
She opened the group chat and directly changed the group name.
[You have changed the group name to “Troublemaking Task Force”]
The classmates were chatting happily, but when they saw the system notification, everyone froze for thirty seconds.
Then they all shouted at once.
Song Yi: [Awesome! Then I’m the vanguard of troublemaking!]
Bao Qingsong: [Then I’ll be the Intelligence Division of Trouble!]
Ming Xiaolan: [Logistics Department of Trouble?]
Seeing the discussion evolve into something reminiscent of the “Zang Ai Clan,” Gu Qinghuan could only pretend she hadn’t seen it.
It wasn’t her fault—they had just changed the group name; these “positions” were self-appointed!
Jiang Chuchu laughed at the chat and poked Gu Qinghuan’s back: “So are you the leader of the task force?”
Before Gu Qinghuan could answer, Qin Yue jumped in: “She’s the head of troublemaking!”
Then Qin Yue ran off, dragging Xu Xinghe along: “Hey, bro, come with me to the bathroom.”
Xu Xinghe looked confused: “Huh?”
Gu Qinghuan wanted to chase after them but didn’t have time, so she sat back and ground her teeth.
Jiang Chuchu asked cautiously: “Are you going to get revenge on him?”
“Yes!” Gu Qinghuan pulled out a sticky note and wrote on it. “I’ll label him as the ‘Number Two of Trouble,’ then secretly stick it on his back during class.”
What kind of elementary-school-level attack was this? Jiang Chuchu stared at the ceiling, deciding not to comment on Gu Qinghuan’s childish method of revenge.
After a while, she couldn’t help but ask again: “What should I call myself?”
“Huh?” Gu Qinghuan was momentarily stunned, then quickly replied: “Of course, you’ll be the Supreme Judge of Trouble!”
Jiang Chuchu: I shouldn’t have expected that.
Feeling slightly embarrassed, she decided not to be the only one embarrassed and promptly dragged Yu Xin into it: “Xin Bao, what do you want to be called?”
Yu Xin, who had been eavesdropping and secretly laughing, jumped when she was addressed: “Uh, I can’t think of anything…”
Jiang Chuchu said: “I’ll give you the title ‘Supreme Judge of Trouble,’ just accept it.”
“I’ve got it!” Yu Xin immediately came up with a title: “I’ll be… the Diplomat of Trouble!”
She had persuaded someone from Class 10 to help, wasn’t that a kind of “diplomat” work?
Jiang Chuchu obviously understood the meaning and thought for a moment, then looked at Gu Qinghuan: “I want to change my title.”
“What do you want?” Gu Qinghuan asked curiously.
“Troublemaking Hammer,” Jiang Chuchu said solemnly.
“Huh?” Not just Gu Qinghuan, but even Yu Xin was stunned.
Jiang Chuchu, however, was satisfied: “I, Jiang Chuchu, rich and powerful, naturally lead the charge when causing trouble. I’ll wield the Hammer of Justice on our opponents!”
Gu Qinghuan: Setting aside whether it’s just or not, a hammer can really hurt someone.
Jiang Chuchu finished speaking and immediately changed her profile picture to a hammer.
Gu Qinghuan thought it was a normal modern claw hammer, but clicking on the larger image revealed a gleaming meteor hammer.
Wait—that’s no longer a hammer of justice, is it?!
The head of the task force silently mourned for three seconds for those who would face the Hammer of Trouble in the future, then let it go.
After finishing the day’s classes, Gu Qinghuan told Gu Haiyan and Wang Jia’an about the variety show.
“Sounds interesting,” Gu Haiyan said. As expected of Gu Qinghuan’s mom, their impressions were very similar. “If you want to participate, go ahead.”
Wang Jia’an, however, was more cautious: “Bring the consent form when it comes, and I’ll review it with your mom.”
After all, she was still a minor. Exposing herself to public media early could be good or bad.
Although Wang Jia’an trusted that his daughter wouldn’t be easily influenced by public opinion, being cautious never hurt.
“I know, but I’m not planning to participate yet. The performances are at the gala, and I don’t really have any talent,” Gu Qinghuan said calmly.
She really just wanted to observe the filming team during the preparation days and be a background figure.
Hearing this, Wang Jia’an felt more at ease: “Okay, then sign the consent form. If anything happens during filming, inform your mom and me immediately.”
On Monday morning, as Bai Qingyin said, Chen Zelin indeed brought a stack of consent forms into the classroom: “These are for participation in filming. Take them home for your parents to sign and return next Monday.”
He added: “If selected as program participants, you’ll sign an additional agreement and receive some compensation.”
“If you refuse, the homeroom teacher will ensure any footage that reveals personal student information is cut during editing.”
“If it’s just a fleeting shot, the school can’t guarantee complete removal, so if you absolutely don’t want to be filmed, attending online classes is recommended.”
“Sounds troublesome,” Qin Yue interjected.
“It is, but it’s for your protection,” Chen Zelin said.
Since the German School would provide a “class subsidy” to the homeroom teacher, Chen Zelin didn’t really mind.
“While we still need parental approval, let’s get a rough idea of your thoughts first—students willing to participate, raise your hand.”
Eleven hands went up.
Chen Zelin: Look at these squirrels, so eager!
