The first evening self-study session was a Chinese class, and Lao Liu arrived rather late.
"Alright, everyone, hold on for a moment."
Jiang Nian looked up, knowing that Lao Liu was preparing to elect the Psychological Commissioner.
However, he had no interest in this position.
Jiang Nian was well aware of himself—not exactly the backbone of the class, perhaps even a black sheep.
Before being elected as the Psychological Commissioner, he was like the priest for little boys, someone well-versed in human nature, a safe haven for classmates' souls.
Once elected, he'd forget his roots at light speed.
"Ah Hua, finally admit it, huh? You even went so far with your fellow group member's ex-girlfriend..."
Therefore, he was destined not to be fit for the role of Psychological Commissioner.
"If you want to run for the role of Psychological Commissioner, raise your hand. I just want to get a headcount," Lao Liu said from the podium, already preparing to jot down names.
