Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Lu Rong walked into the teaching building, sensing something was off about the atmosphere this morning. It was like the morning of the autumn outing; the whole school was buzzing with excitement, and people were running around excitedly. He wondered what everyone was up to, being so excited.
He lowered his head and walked into the classroom, which was filled with whispers.
“What’s this position all about…?”
“It sounds so erotic!”
“It’s like something out of a movie… the student council president’s little slave, hehehe…”
Lu Rong felt a chill run down his spine: How did it spread so quickly? He wasn’t prepared at all!
As he stood there, stunned, Fang Chang grabbed his shoulder.
Lu Rong glanced at him sideways: “Don’t touch me.”
Fang Chang said seriously: “Lu Rong, I’m getting married.”
Lu Rong: “…Ah.”
Lu Rong: “…With Ling Ren?”
“What nonsense.” Fang Chang handed him a recently distributed notice from the school, “I’m trying for the position of little secretary.”
Lu Rong snatched it and read— “Recently, after discussion, the school committee has changed the structure of the student council and has added the position of ‘Secretary of the Student Council President.’ We hope that those with ambition will apply to participate…”
Fang Chang pressed down on the thin notice: “I will soon become the student council president. The secretary of the student council president will be my little secretary. She must be gentle and lovely, smart and quick-witted, with a big chest, and long, straight black hair.”
Li Nanbian walked by: “Then what does this have to do with Lu Rong?”
“He has to give me a wedding gift.” Fang Chang said in a devilish voice, “Li Nanbian, you can’t escape either! The whole class can’t escape!”
Li Nanbian turned on the Bluetooth speaker and played a video of Zhuge Liang scolding Wang Situ: I have never seen such a shameless person!
Lu Rong clutched the notification slip, lost in thought.
Everyone knew— aside from Fang Chang— that the next student council president was Ji Wenfeng.
The position of student council president’s secretary was created for Ji Wenfeng to publicly appear alongside him.
So why was this damned position being openly advertised?! What happened to the pre-arranged appointment?!
Lu Rong gritted his teeth slightly: Damn Ji Wenfeng, is he trying to blackmail me? Just because I don’t provide any other services?
Who wants to be the student council president’s secretary? Who wants to do this and that with you?
Lu Rong crumpled the notification slip and threw it into the trash can.
Even if he, Lu Rong, died, even if he jumped off a cliff, he wouldn’t run for this damn secretary position!
Ji Wenfeng walked into the classroom and noticed the atmosphere was off.
The girls looked at him with eager anticipation, while the boys looked at him with envy, jealousy, or eager anticipation.
As he walked by, the boys all put their hands on his shoulders: “Well done!”
“Really good!”
“Let’s carry our will and accomplish what we dream of!”
Ji Wenfeng: “…?”
Had his shoe-buying game with Lu Rong at home yesterday been exposed?
Damn it, it was exactly the same as before, nothing more! It wasn’t until he put down his schoolbag that he noticed a thin piece of paper on his desk: “Notice Regarding the Establishment of the Position of Student Council President’s Secretary.”
Ji Wenfeng’s pupils shrank: No way…
A couple of days ago, he did visit Zhu Renliang and subtly— or perhaps not so subtly— mentioned that the student council president needed a secretary.
Zhu Renliang readily agreed at the time, and he thought that was the end of it.
After all, there was no such position in the official establishment. His plan was to appoint Lu Rong as his secretary directly after he was elected student council president, giving him a title and keeping a low profile.
Who knew that Zhu Renliang, who was rich but heartless, deceitful, sycophantic, and used to operating behind the scenes, would be strangely fair in this strange place!
—Write this strange job title on the board and hold a school-wide election!
Ji Wenfeng clutched the notice: No way, how can his Rong Rong possibly be elected?!
He’s just an ordinary high school boy!
Ji Wenfeng left the classroom with the notice, leaving behind a group of classmates who thought he was going to hold a school-wide election for a concubine.
“Who do you think can win this position?”
“Being able to serve Ji Wenfeng tea and water will be the greatest honor of my lifetime…”
“Being close to the water tower gives you a head start, becoming his little secretary will definitely… hehehe.”
“Maybe you can even get pregnant with the dragon’s child!”
“Who wants to sign up?” Ling Ren raised his pen.
Boys and girls swarmed to Ling Ren’s desk: “Me! Me! Me!”
Ling Ren: Ever since Class Monitor Ji came, the number of gay people has skyrocketed, hmm…
Lu Rong threw the election notice into the trash can, took out his textbook and held it up in front of his eyes, then buried himself behind the book, avoiding the morning reading session for Chinese.
Compared to dealing with Ji Wenfeng’s temper tantrum, he had more important things to do.
Ever since he proposed “money politics,” he had been meticulously planning to build his own team to form a new student council.
He had spent the entire night reviewing Li Nanbian’s campaign plan, and there were no problems with the public relations and publicity. The “all-villain group” also had ample financial reserves to support the candidate’s rise to power.
Now, the only remaining question was: who to support?
A black pen danced and spun on his slender index finger.
Sitting in Class 8, flanked by Guo Jing and Niu Yanling, the boy’s eyes gleamed, his mind racing as he mentally reviewed each of the strong contenders for the student council.
Lu Rong’s selection criteria were twofold:
1. Tailored to the individual.
2. Positive values.
Tailored to the individual, just like his formation of the “all-villain group.” Li Nanbian had a keen business sense; so his primary job was sales, and he could easily become a manager in the long run. Liang Wendao was a scholar, well-suited for developing new products and providing intellectual property. Yan Gou was a mental arithmetic genius and computer hacker, adept at handling complex data. Deng Te was the last line of defense; when civilized methods failed, Deng Te’s punch could resolve any conflict.
It was precisely because this group of villains each had their own strengths and worked seamlessly together that they had been able to overcome obstacles and continuously achieve new heights in performance.
Therefore, the student council of Chengnan should also be formed according to this approach.
As for having sound values, that was even easier to understand.
Although Lu Rong appeared to be a listless high school boy, he inevitably had a strong attachment to his alma mater. He had already studied at Chengnan High School for four years and would continue to study there for another two; although Chengnan had let him down, he still wanted the best for Chengnan.
This student council would be running Chengnan for a year and a half, and the student council would more or less influence the future image of Chengnan.
Therefore, he wanted to select the best righteous forces on campus for Chengnan, to resist the decadent and corrupt leadership team, and to govern the entire academy and maintain a proper atmosphere among students— the recent culture of early dating, abortion, and cheating in Class 12 had begun to spread to other classes.
This should not be what Chengnan High School should be like.
Even he, the school bully, couldn’t stand Shen Yu’s habit of not wearing his school uniform properly and always pulling his school pants up a bit. He didn’t even change both legs into 7/8 pants; he wore 7/8 pants on one leg! Not to mention the girls not carrying their backpacks properly, with the shoulder straps falling over their shoulders, which was driving his obsessive-compulsive disorder crazy.
Lu Rong’s phone, lying on his desk, vibrated. Yan Gou had sent him detailed profiles of the student council candidates, compiled from his notes. The assessments focused not only on abilities but also, and perhaps more importantly, on their values and political acumen. Yan Gou could dig up a candidate’s entire family history if he wanted to; nothing they said escaped Lu Rong’s notice.
Lu Rong quickly reviewed all the candidates’ information, took out a pen and paper, and began drafting his ideal student council team.
No one expected that the heads of the student council in the prestigious Chengnan would be chosen from the pen of this seemingly ordinary boy…
“What are you doing?” A low, husky voice suddenly came from behind, accompanied by a groping hand gripping his shoulder.
Lu Rong: “…”
“Why aren’t you studying properly? What are you writing with your textbook upright!” Zhu Renliang opened his mouth wide, spitting saliva onto Lu Rong’s head.
Lu Rong endured the storm, silently glancing at the tissues on the corner of the desk.
“Give it to me!” Another wave of spittle followed.
Amidst the sympathetic gazes of the entire class, Lu Rong slowly handed the thin piece of paper to Zhu Renliang.
Zhu Renliang had been the dean of students for ten years, catching countless students not studying properly during morning self-study. Some were catching up on homework, some were copying, some were reading e-books with small dictionaries, some were playing games on handheld consoles, and some were texting their girlfriends on their phones.
They drew stick figures in the corners of their textbooks, ate breakfast behind their books, secretly peeked under the skirts of the girls in front of them, and even created anime based on him… Ha, there was nothing high school boys wouldn’t do.
But even though Zhu Renliang was used to it, his eyes widened the moment he received Lu Rong’s paper.
“This is…”
“The student council candidate I will vote for on election day.” The student he caught wasn’t kneeling and begging for mercy; instead, he tilted his head slightly, his eyes gleaming, even carrying a hint of mockery and sneer.
Zhu Renliang had never encountered a situation where he hadn’t caught the right person!
Theoretically speaking, although he was doing something outside of studying, he was also paying close attention to the upcoming election and even organized a preliminary election himself. Yesterday, the principal was worried about the voter turnout, saying that students’ desire to vote was low and the atmosphere of free competition in the student council was not enthusiastic enough. This person could not be criticized indiscriminately, as it would damage the students’ enthusiasm for voting.
Thinking of this, Zhu Renliang patted Lu Rong on the shoulder and said gently, “Paying attention to the student council election is important, but don’t neglect your studies either.”
Lu Rong lowered his gaze and obediently replied, “Okay.”
Zhu Renliang handed the list back to Lu Rong, straightened up, and looked at the other students who were watching the excitement: “What are you looking at! Hurry up and study!”
Class 8 students chanted in unison: “Alas, how dangerous and high is the road to Shu, harder than ascending to heaven…”
Zhu Renliang who was rebuffed, pretended to stroll around the classroom, and silently left.
The entire class cast admiring glances at Lu Rong—
“Wow, amazing! He managed to escape unscathed after being caught by Zhu Renliang.”
“If it were me, and Zhu Renliang grabbed me from behind, I’d be dead on the spot!”
“Lu Rong is so calm!”
“My intuition was right, he really does have the aura of a big shot!”
Lu Rong: “…”
Oh no, he’s been seen through again.
He silently picked up his pen with a five-finger heart-penetrating grip, leaned over his list, and suddenly began passionately and frantically drawing circles!
As he drew, he drooled with his eyes wide open!
He presented himself as if Ji Wenfeng had been electrocuted but was still bravely and unyieldingly doing his homework!
The students of Class 8 collectively turned pale: “Ah, he really is an idiot.”
“He was let off the hook because he’s an idiot…”
“How embarrassing…”
Seeing everyone turn around, Lu Rong straightened up again with a blank expression, reached for a small pack of tissues on the side of the table, slowly pulled them out, and elegantly wiped the drool from his face.
Guo Jing: “Rong Rong, can I have one?” Zhu Renliang’s saliva attack power and range far exceeded that of ordinary people, and Guo Jing, who was sitting outside Lu Rong, suffered an undeserved disaster.
Lu Rong: “This is the seventh one this week.”
Guo Jing: “Y-yeah Σ(oдo)”
Lu Rong calmly took out three different kinds of tissues from her desk: small packs of tissues; facial tissues; and rolls of toilet paper.
“Small packs of tissues are convenient to carry, but only have ten sheets, and are expensive. Facial tissues have 100 sheets, suitable for daily use, and are reasonably priced. Tube toilet paper is the cheapest and has the best value but using it risks being ridiculed. There will be rumors in class like this—” Lu Rong gave him a cold look, “’Guo Jing wipes his mouth with toilet paper.’”
Guo Jing: “You, you stop talking! I want facial tissues! ヽ(；Д｀)”
Lu Rong: “You’re my deskmate, I’ll give you a 20% discount, 4 yuan.”
Guo Jing took out four coins: “Thank you, Rong Rong (づ)づ”
“You’re welcome.” Lu Rong pushed the facial tissues in front of him, then, as if by magic, hid the four coins and the other two packs of tissues in his desk.
Zhu Renliang returned from his inspection and encountered Ji Wenfeng waiting in his office.
“Good morning, Your Highness!” Zhu Renliang bowed.
Ji Wenfeng: “Huh?”
Zhu Renliang was stunned. Oh no! He blurted out what was on his mind! Now, the only option was to quietly let the matter drop.
Zhu Renliang: “What is it, Young Master Ji?”
Ji Wenfeng placed the “Notice Regarding the Addition of the Position of Student Council President’s Secretary” on the coffee table: “I asked you to create the position of secretary, not to say it was a free election.”
Zhu Renliang: “Isn’t the Crown Prince going to choose a consort?!”
Ji Wenfeng’s eyes sharpened, and he took off the red string pendant from his neck and slipped it onto his ring finger: “I’m already married.”
Zhu Renliang: “…”
Why did you continue with that nonsense?!
No, it should be, why do you have a wedding ring at sixteen?!
Could that rumor from the other day be true…?
Zhu Renliang said seriously, “Young Master Ji, are you worried that your wife won’t be chosen as the secretary?”
Ji Wenfeng: “Hmm…” Teacher, don’t you think our generational hierarchy is a bit messed up?
Zhu Renliang slapped the notice: “Young Master Ji, don’t worry. Although it’s a school-wide announcement and an open election, there’s still room for manipulation. As long as your wife participates, there’s nothing I, Old Zhu, can’t handle!”
Ji Wenfeng: “…Then open the backend system first, I’ll register her.”
Zhu Renliang was stunned: “Your wife… didn’t register?”
As the wife of the Ji family’s heir, knowing that her husband is going to be the student council president, why didn’t she try to get the position of “student council president’s secretary”?
It seems that puppy love isn’t deep enough after all.
Ji Wenfeng clicked his tongue, his face full of “talkative.”
Zhu Renliang didn’t dare to ask any more questions and quickly opened the computer to ask the heir to register his wife.
Ji Wenfeng sat down at the desk, turned and glared sharply at him: “Don’t peek!”
Zhu Renliang: “Okay, okay…”
Taking advantage of his distraction, Ji Wenfeng quickly found the candidate list for Class 8 and changed Lu Rong’s application from “Sports Minister” to “Student Council President’s Secretary.” Ji Wenfeng had already heard from Lu Rong that he had been voted for “Sports Minister” by someone else, and he didn’t want to run at all, so changing it didn’t matter.
“Don’t tell anyone!” Ji Wenfeng threatened Zhu Renliang.
Zhu Renliang: “Yes, yes, yes.”
Ji Wenfeng walked out of the Dean of Students’ office with his hands in his pockets, his face immediately falling.
According to the system, there were 386 applicants for the Student Council President’s Secretary position.
All 386 people were aiming for him; but Rong Rong wasn’t among them.
Although he had registered Rong Rong, and Zhu Renliang had promised to do a behind-the-scenes review, Ji Wenfeng was more concerned about Lu Rong’s thoughts. If he didn’t want to be Sports Minister, would he want to be his secretary?
Would he… actively try to win him over?
“There might have been a sliver of hope before, but right now I’m just a person with smelly feet…” Thinking this, Ji Wenfeng clicked his tongue, irritably sweeping his hair back.
“I must conquer this problem,” Ji Wenfeng thought firmly.
No sweet romance without curing foot odor! Ji Wenfeng, it’s time to declare war on foot odor!
Ji Wenfeng told himself this deep inside, clenching his fist, his eyes gleaming with a determined light.
The onlookers—
“The school heartthrob is really handsome today~”
“So serious, he must be thinking about the election—”
“Ganbatte, Young Master Ji~”
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