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Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Three: The Student Council Also Goes on Strike
After Zhang Qiu finished speaking, the entire teaching building erupted in intense applause. Zhao Pingchuan excitedly rushed into the Director's Office, shouting, "Brother Qiu, they really started moving the chairs!"
Zhang Qiu leaned back in his chair, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and smiled. Ma Zhen walked over, patting Zhang Qiu on the shoulder, saying, "You did it." Lan Ningshan also gave Zhang Qiu a thumbs up, exclaiming, "You're amazing! Your speech got me all fired up; being a student is the best!"
Looking at Lan Ningshan, who was in full police uniform yet reminiscing about her student days, Zhang Qiu couldn't help but laugh. "I just read a few more books; otherwise, I wouldn't have so much to say."
Ma Zhen picked up the walkie-talkie and said, "Li, Wang, tell the principal and director that Senior Year has agreed to resume classes. The teachers can come back now. But remember, let the teachers act as if nothing happened; the students are still very sensitive and we can't stir up any more trouble. Never mind, just hand the walkie-talkie to Principal Wu; I'll explain in person..."
Ma Zhen went aside to communicate with Principal Wu while Lan Ningshan walked behind Zhang Qiu and began to massage his shoulders, asking, "Are you tired?"
"Tired!" Zhang Qiu leaned back in his chair. Lan Ningshan's police uniform protruded noticeably at her upper body, making it hard not to notice. As her gentle hands pressed on his shoulders, a comfortable sensation spread throughout his body, instantly making him feel flustered.
Zhao Pingchuan awkwardly chimed in, "Brother Qiu, don't just enjoy yourself; we still have Sophomore Year to deal with."
"Alright, let's go now." Zhang Qiu stood up. He wasn't just enjoying himself. While Lan Ningshan was massaging his shoulders, he was contemplating how to handle Sophomore Year. He wondered if he could replicate the situation of Senior Year with Sophomore Year. However, after thinking it over, he felt it wouldn't work. There were fewer students from Sophomore Year joining Hall Society; their attitude towards studying was not as serious as that of Senior students.
Zhang Qiu glanced at Ma Zhen who was still discussing matters with Principal Wu over the walkie-talkie and directly led Zhao Pingchuan and Lan Ningshan downstairs. As they walked out of the teaching building, they indeed saw students starting to move tables and chairs blocking the entrance. Some even came out to greet him; when they saw the police officer standing next to Zhang Qiu, they all paused for a moment. Zhang Qiu had to explain that she was there to help him. Eventually, Lan Ningshan simply took Zhang Qiu's hand.
At first, Zhang Qiu refused and explained several classrooms before finally holding her hand.
Lan Ningshan teased him, "Weren't you reluctant to hold hands? Then don't hold it."
"Sister Lan, I was wrong! Is that enough?"
"Hmph." Lan Ningshan rolled her eyes at Zhang Qiu. Although she said that, she didn't let go of his hand.
When they reached the main entrance of Sophomore Year’s building, Zhang Qiu realized that the situation there was far more serious than in Senior Year. The banners hanging outside were already visible when he arrived. The main door leading into the teaching building was completely blocked by tables and chairs, with brooms and mops sticking out from the gaps. If it were replaced by a red flag gun, it would look just like an ancient castle. Zhang Qiu sighed; these students really had imagination. At the same time, he felt puzzled about who organized this strike—there seemed to be such power within the school!
Zhang Qiu thought, feeling a bit angry. They organized a strike, but they pushed the Hall Society he worked so hard to establish into the spotlight. Without realizing it, a curse slipped out of Zhang Qiu's mouth.
Lan Ningshan asked curiously, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Qiu pointed at the fortress in front of them and said with a bitter smile, "I’m cursing this. They made such a big fuss, and the banner they put up is asking me to return to school. They even got my Brothers involved. Are you impressive or what?"
Lan Ningshan was not used to that term but still lightly echoed Zhang Qiu, saying, "Impressive."
"Let’s go in," Ma Zhen said as he walked ahead. Zhang Qiu glanced at the mop still hanging with rotten vegetable leaves, shook his head, and said to Lan Ningshan, "Sister, let’s just jump out of the bathroom window."
"Good idea," Lan Ningshan agreed enthusiastically.
Zhang Qiu led Lan Ningshan toward the bathroom, their hands naturally having loosened. Ma Zhen caught up from behind and asked, "Hey, what are you two going to do?"
Lan Ningshan turned back and smiled, "Captain Ma, we’re going to climb through the window. The main road is all yours."
"Forget it then; I won’t take the usual path today."
As they laughed, they arrived outside the bathroom. Fortunately, it was hot, and the windows were open. Zhang Qiu grabbed the window ledge with both hands and pulled himself up forcefully, sliding his body up along the wall tiles. He jumped inside and turned back to see Lan Ningshan still hesitating outside. He thought to himself that surely the police wouldn’t be unable to climb over such a low wall. Just as Zhang Qiu was about to ask her, Lan Ningshan spoke first and quietly asked him, "Is it the men's restroom or the women's restroom inside?"
Zhang Qiu was speechless for a moment and laughed, "Sister Lan, at this time, can we not worry about that so much?"
Lan Ningshan's face turned red as she grabbed the window ledge and gracefully flipped inside, landing beside Zhang Qiu. She dusted off her hands and proudly raised her head, saying with a smile, "How about that? Am I better than you?"
"Very impressive," Zhang Qiu said with an admiring expression and asked, "Sister, can I come watch your training in the future?"
"No way!" Ma Zhen had also climbed in and flatly rejected Zhang Qiu.
Zhang Qiu felt disheartened, but Lan Ningshan took the opportunity while Zhang Qiu was at the bedside pulling Zhao Pingchuan in to whisper, "I'll find a way when the time comes."
Zhang Qiu's eyes lit up, and he nodded eagerly.
The four of them climbed in and quickly left the restroom, an awkward place. Unlike the Senior High Building, the Sophomore Building looked imposing, adorned with banners and blocked entrances. Upon entering, they found it surprisingly quiet inside.
They tiptoed to the nearest classroom and peered through the back window. Some students were sleeping, some were reading, and others were chatting together, completely different from the intense atmosphere in Senior Year. Lan Ningshan murmured, "It's the same strike; why is there such a big difference in how students react?"
Zhang Qiu also found it strange and looked at the experienced Ma Zhen. Seeing everyone looking at her, Ma Zhen quickly waved her hand, "Don't look at me; I don't know either. I've encountered many things in society and have a wealth of experience, even facing danger several times. But this student strike is my first encounter."
"Brother Qiu, I feel like there's something more to this Sophomore strike," Zhao Pingchuan said.
Zhang Qiu looked at Zhao Pingchuan and slowly replied, "I feel the same way."
Lan Ningshan curiously asked, "What do you two think? What's the hidden meaning?"
The hallway was empty; it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop. Concerned that someone might suddenly appear and discover them, Zhang Qiu suggested, "Let's quietly go upstairs and find a room to talk."
Zhang Qiu's suggestion received unanimous agreement. The four of them tiptoed toward the stairs when suddenly a classroom door opened, and a pockmarked student walked out. Upon seeing Zhang Qiu and the others, he let out a shriek that startled him so much that he dropped the tissue he was holding.
Zhang Qiu thought to himself that it was bad news; sure enough, as soon as this student screamed, a group of students rushed out from nearby classrooms, all turning their gazes toward Ma Zhen and Lan Ningshan in police uniforms, glaring daggers at Zhang Qiu and Zhao Pingchuan for bringing in the police.
Seeing that they had already been exposed and there was no point in discussing further, Ma Zhen directly extended her hand to calm the students and shouted, "Everyone come over and listen to me."
Ma Zhen shouted here, while students in the distance whispered to each other, but no one came over. More heads peeked out from behind the doors of the building. At that moment, the crowd parted to make way for a few people coming out from inside, and the first person, Zhang Qiu, recognized immediately. Wasn't this the Lean Student that Gao Zhi had helped? How did he end up here!
The Lean Student was also taken aback upon seeing Zhang Qiu and exclaimed, "Brother Qiu, you're back!"
With this shout from the Lean Student, the students immediately became lively. Without further ado, the Lean Student shouted to the crowd, "Classmates, classmates, quiet down! Let me introduce you. This is our strongly requested returnee, Zhang Qiu, Brother Qiu!"
The crowd erupted in cheers, but Zhang Qiu understood what was happening. So it turns out that the mastermind behind this disruption was none other than this Lean Student? What kind of background did he have that allowed him to orchestrate such a large-scale protest? Even more strangely, how did he manage to lead even his own Hall Society members into this?
"What on earth is going on?" Zhang Qiu asked the Lean Student.
The Lean Student didn't answer Zhang Qiu but instead looked warily at the police officers beside him and asked, "Brother Qiu, what are they here for?"
Zhang Qiu realized there was another misunderstanding and hurriedly explained before asking again, "You need to tell me what's going on with this protest. Did you organize it?"
"Quick, bring over some chairs," the Lean Student called out to nearby students. Immediately, someone from the class brought out chairs. The Lean Student then said seriously, "Brother Qiu, let me introduce myself first. My name is Zhao Jialiang, and I am the Chairman of the Sophomore Year Student Council. This protest was indeed organized by me."
Zhang Qiu instantly understood; no wonder he could organize such a large-scale protest at school—he was actually the Chairman of the Student Council! It was surprising he didn't seem like much at first glance. However, soon Zhang Qiu had new questions. Isn't the Student Council supposed to help teachers manage students? Why were they causing trouble instead?
Zhang Qiu voiced his doubts, and Zhao Jialiang replied indignantly, "Brother Qiu, I'm furious about this! Clearly you were doing something good but ended up being sent home for reflection. And what about that Fatty? Because he has money, the school welcomes him with open arms. If I can't even stand up for this basic sense of justice, then I won't be Chairman anymore!"
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