The School Beauty from the Next Class Insisted I Confess - Chapter 8

The next day, as soon as Xu Qingfeng entered the classroom, she heard Gao Zhi calling her over. Gao Zhi was excitedly discussing something with Han Feng, gesticulating wildly.

“Qingfeng, come here quick, big news!”

“Big news?”

“What is it?” Xu Qingfeng put down her school bag, intending to listen. Ever since joining the Psychology Club, she had understood one principle: necessary excitement could sometimes lead to unexpected gains.

“Look at our top student here, she definitely hasn’t checked the group chat,” Han Feng’s tone was slightly teasing.

Gao Zhi simply opened her phone screen.

“Look, my bookworm class beauty, your good looks finally have a chance to shine.”

It turned out that the Psychology Club planned to stage a play about students’ psychological problems during the upcoming Art Festival. This was to meet the school’s requirement while also promoting the club, facilitating future work.

The task had just been assigned this morning, with Teacher Du entrusting the Drama Department to take full responsibility.

Han Feng, the head of the Drama Department, started a vote in the group chat to select members recommended for the performance, though all members of the Drama Department were naturally included.

Gao Zhi, who was in the Drama Department, even directly @ed the Scriptwriting Department in the main group chat. She wanted to play a tree that didn’t need lines, or even an extra. Of course, Xu Qingfeng of the Scriptwriting Department hadn’t had time to reply, as she hadn’t seen the message at all.

After a unanimous vote by the “Xu Ni Qiufeng Support Club,” Xu Qingfeng and Xia Yiqiu were elected as the leads with high votes.

Xu Ni Qiufeng Support Club

Han Feng: Family, who knew? This is my first time directing, and I get to arrange a play for my own couple (CP).

Liang Hao: Your servant suggests asking the scriptwriters to add more intimate scenes for the two of them.

Han Feng: Aren’t you afraid your deskmate will beat you up?

Liang Hao: For the sake of our eyes, your servant embraces death without regret.

Qing Xia My CP: Your servant seconds Liang Hao’s suggestion.

Qing Only Loves Xia: Your servant seconds.

My Dad Qing Wang: Your servant seconds.

My Mom Xia Miao: Your servant seconds.

Han Feng: The Emperor knows, go vote, and watch the Emperor’s operation!

Apart from Han Feng and Liang Hao, everyone else in the group had changed their names, allowing them to speak freely and without worry.

Han Feng felt much bolder seeing so much support. Of course, Gao Zhi was unaware of the conversation above; after being blocked, the group owner discovered her, and the group owner put a spell on her in the group chat, forbidding the disclosure of any conversations to Gao Zhi. Gao Zhi was purely happy about the activity and the excitement.

However, everyone had forgotten that Xu Qingfeng also served as the head of the Scriptwriting Department.

Xu Qingfeng thought about it. Putting on a play was a bit troublesome. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t agree, but being with Xia Yiqiu, she was eager to participate.

“Alright, but Gao Zhi, don’t call me ‘class beauty,’ it’s weird.”

Xu Qingfeng was very good-looking, but her personality seemed a bit introverted in the eyes of others, and her appearance was a bit reserved. She rarely interacted with people, so few people usually praised her beauty, although everyone knew internally that she was beautiful. It was just that Xu Qingfeng was a little uncomfortable with the title.

“Don’t be shy. Look at Class Beauty Xia, she never resists the title. A play featuring two class beauties is bound to attract people and be visually appealing.”

“You’ll get used to people calling you ‘class beauty’ after this performance,” Gao Zhi continued to mutter to herself.

“Just don’t you call me that,” Xu Qingfeng still couldn’t quite bear it.

“Fine, I won’t call you that.”

Han Feng chimed in, “Class Monitor, by popular vote, I plan to have you and Class Monitor Xia as the leads. We’ll stage a play about the troubles of adolescence.”

“What do you say, Class Monitor? When can your Scriptwriting Department finalize the script? I need to start scheduling people.” Han Feng’s tone held a hint of urgency, as if afraid she might not agree.

“It looks like there’s a trap,” Xu Qingfeng thought.

In fact, many people had already used backdoor channels to recommend themselves to Han Feng for the roles of Extra A, B, C, or D.

It was funny, this was the Art Festival, watched by the entire school. Only Gao Zhi would dare to say she’d take an extra role because she found it troublesome, and only Xu Qingfeng felt like she was being set up. She was indeed set up, but it was a sweet trap.

“I’ll talk to my team members and see what they think. I’ll give you a first draft before next Monday,” Xu Qingfeng said, sending a message to the small Scriptwriting Department group.

As soon as she sent it, many messages flooded in. After all, many of the members were highly active users in the “Xu Ni Qiufeng Support Group.”

Scriptwriting Department Group

Member A: Minister, I’ve already conceptualized the plot and can finish writing it by Saturday.

Member B: Minister, pick me, I can finish by Friday.

Xu Qingfeng really hadn’t expected the members of her department to be so proactive, so she had no choice but to reply: “Then send everything you’ve written to the group, and I’ll look over them this weekend. We’ll discuss them together afterwards.”

As it turned out, they didn’t need to compete. As fans in the Support Group, every script they wrote could satisfy the members’ desire to ‘ship’ the CP.

Han Feng felt reassured after hearing the date. “Then I’ll create an Actors’ Group for discussing rehearsal times later.”

“Mhm,” Xu Qingfeng replied.

Morning reading was about to start. Today was English morning reading, and Han Feng was preparing to go up to the lectern to lead the reading.

Gao Zhi slapped her forehead. “Qingfeng, aren’t we having the club establishment ceremony on Friday evening?”

“Yes,” the induction declaration was something she had come up with incidentally while designing the club emblem.

“But I think the induction declaration you wrote is a bit embarrassing,” Gao Zhi rarely spoke so quietly.

“You can still feel embarrassed?”

Just as Xu Qingfeng was about to argue with Gao Zhi, Han Feng smacked the desk with a book on the lectern. Everyone fell silent, and they noticed the homeroom teacher, Liu Li, standing at the door.

Fine, I’ll let Gao Zhi off for now.

But, maybe I should write a script too.

Such an important matter—acting in a play together.

At the same time.

In the next class, while Liang Hao was typing furiously in the group chat, she didn’t forget to observe her deskmate, sharing firsthand “CP-shipping details” with the group members. Just when she thought everything was normal, she glanced over and saw…

Xia Yiqiu had voted for herself and Xu Qingfeng!!!

Oh my god, my CP is giving us material! She had to quickly share this with her friends.

She shared it too quickly, however, and didn’t notice the faint smile on Xia Yiqiu’s lips after she cast her vote.

Missing out on a detail-lover’s favorite type of material, commonly known as every little bit of scrap being a treat.

Xia Yiqiu noticed her quirky deskmate. “Liang Hao, stop playing. It’s English morning reading today, you should go up and lead.”

As she spoke, she tried to lean closer to see what her deskmate was playing on her phone. This person usually wasn’t so engrossed in her phone.

Liang Hao jumped in fright and quickly put her phone back in her pocket. That was a close call, thank goodness for my fast hands.

“I’m going now.”

She absolutely couldn’t let Xia Yiqiu discover this group. She had finally found a place to discuss things. Who knew that [Xia Yiqiu] had already noticed her deskmate often looking at the quiet Class Monitor in the opposite class? She had been unable to find friends to share her CP-shipping observations with.

Although she didn’t know Xu Qingfeng very well, the two of them were genuinely good-looking and truly a perfect match. It was much more exciting than the novels she used to read. Moreover, she had given up novels for her studies after entering her second year of high school. This source of nearby happiness couldn’t be taken away.

Xia Yiqiu didn’t know the thoughts running through her deskmate’s mind. Her deskmate was already the head of her CP’s fan club—that’s right, Liang Hao was the group owner.

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