Me? Thirty-six votes! There are only thirty-six students in class. Why did I get every single vote? Everyone around me was clearly voting for Sunny Su!

*Cough cough*... "Please, certain students, calm down. I know some of you are confused, so let me explain."

Teacher Zhang pulled a ballot from the box and showed it to us. Seeing the neat handwriting, I guessed it was Sunny Su’s... but shockingly, it had my name on it.

"Now you understand? Thirty-four classmates voted for Sunny Su, meaning she held the power of thirty-five votes. Originally... Sunny Su gave those thirty-five votes to our Li Ze. But our 'great' Li Ze decided to run himself." Teacher Zhang fake-wiped a tear. "He’s truly a role model for all of us!"

I stared at Teacher Zhang’s smug face and realized I’d been set up... It was just that I made him look foolish in class. Did he really have to be so petty?

Uh... Fine, I admit it was my fault for sleeping and missing the rules. Teacher Zhang was just gloating. But it seems I’m stuck as that committee member. Well, I don’t want to join any events anyway—this saves me trouble.

"Li Ze... Li Ze... Li Ze..." Faintly, I heard my deskmate’s voice, but why did it feel so distant?

"Li Ze... Teacher Zhang is calling you..." My deskmate’s voice echoed in my ears, but such a mosquito-whisper wouldn’t disturb me.

"Deskmate, don’t bother with him. I’ll see how long this guy can sleep!" Teacher Zhang snorted coldly, sending chills down my spine and raising goosebumps.

"Uh... Teacher, do you believe I wasn’t sleeping just now?" I looked up, gazing sincerely into his eyes.

"Oh?" Teacher Zhang smiled. "Ask your deskmate if the red marks on your face have faded yet!"

His sudden loud voice startled me. I touched my cheek. Hmm... it did feel bumpy...

Honestly, it’s not my fault—the side effects of yesterday’s Superpower were too strong! But no time to complain. I must fight back!

"Teacher, I have something to say, but I’m not sure if I should."

Teacher Zhang waved his hand. "Speak freely!"

*Ahem... ahem*... "Teacher, as a role model, why don’t you call students by name in class? Why keep saying 'deskmate'?"

Teacher Zhang eyed my confident face and smirked mysteriously. "Well, the brilliant Li Ze—why don’t you call his name?"

"How hard could it be..." I instantly wished the ground would swallow me.

"Li Ze, why aren’t you speaking?"

How could I explain? I was still groggy from sleep and just remembered—my deskmate’s name is Tong Zhuo. Uh... Tong Zhuo.

"Uh... you’re right, Teacher. My mistake! Tong Zhuo—that’s my deskmate."

"Enough talk. Li Ze, come with me. Others, disperse." Just as the class started to scatter, Teacher Zhang slammed the table. We all froze—but he snorted with laughter.

"Nothing serious. I just need Sunny Su to come with Li Ze too. You were too noisy earlier—I did that to quiet you down."