Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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Du Mihuang inquired around the school that day, looking for any cute boys who were particularly close to Ji Wenfeng.
Classmate A: “A cute boy…”
Du Mihuang: “Very handsome, tall, black hair!”
Classmate A: “Oh, that must be Vice Class Monitor Ling Ren. They’re always together, discussing class affairs, they seem to have a good relationship.”
Du Mihuang turned around, a stubborn tuft of yellow hair sticking up on her head and waved energetically: “Thank you!”
Classmate A muttered to herself: “Although Ling Ren isn’t particularly cute… at least he meets the requirements of being tall and having black hair… it should be right, right?”
Ling Ren was preparing his video campaign video when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder from behind: “…Found him!”
Ling Ren turned around.
Du Mihuang took a step back in fright: “Who are you?!”
Ling Ren impatiently pushed up his glasses: “That’s the question I should be asking you.”
Du Mihuang sighed and muttered to himself, “Honestly, I already said I was looking for a cute boy, why did they introduce me to him?”
“Although I have no interest in being a cute boy, what you said is extremely rude.” Ling Ren slammed his notebook shut, elegantly picking up his English tea. “Du Mihuang, is it? You haven’t been to class for two months, so your daily evaluation for this year is definitely failing.”
“Don’t be like that… Being a celebrity is very busy!” Du Mihuang grabbed a chair, sat down lazily with his arms wrapped around the back, and pressed his face against the chair’s crossbar, pouring out his grievances to Ling Ren, who was sipping tea from a porcelain cup. “Even when I bumped into a cute boy, I didn’t have time to ask for his WeChat because I was in a concert, and I still regret it— hey, do you know who Ji Wenfeng’s boyfriend is?”
Ling Ren, with his eyes closed, replied impatiently, “No.”
A second later, he came to his senses: “Is your cute boy Ji Wenfeng’s boyfriend?”
Du Mihuang was jealous… Staring at Ji Wenfeng, who was writing his paper at his seat, with malice, I said, “Most likely. Look, he won’t even tell me his name or where he lives.”
Ling Ren said, “…Although I don’t know when Class Monitor Ji got a boyfriend, don’t steal someone else’s boyfriend! Consider Class Monitor Ji’s feelings!”
Du Mihuang said, “Why should I consider his feelings when I’m dating him? This is our love, what does it have to do with him?”
Ling Ren: “…”
Damn it, I can’t refute him, and I even felt that this shameless person had a point!
Du Mihuang leaned close to him: “Quick, quick, tell me who in this school looks like Young Master Ji’s secret lover!”
Ling Ren: “…”
Du Mihuang: “Black hair, very fair skin, tall and thin, pretty and charming. They should be very close to him!”
Ling Ren turned to look at Liang Wendao: “It seems that only…”
Du Mihuang quickly turned Ling Ren’s head back: “It’s not that he’s too ugly.”
Liang Wendao cursed: “Don’t think I didn’t hear you, you bast**d! Besides, where am I ugly!”
Sitting in the last row, Ji Wenfeng coldly curled his lips: Too naive, how could I let you track down Rong Rong’s existence?
Rong Rong is Ji Wenfeng’s person from head to toe, and I won’t even reveal a single stroke of his name to you!
That afternoon, all the candidates lined up to go to the studio to film their campaign videos.
Lu Rong and Fang Chang found a seat together. Fang Chang took out his script and recited it, taking the upcoming campaign seriously and giving it his all.
Fang Chang recited for a while, then turned to Lu Rong: “Wait a minute, why don’t you have a draft?”
Lu Rong: “I don’t want to be the sports minister.”
Lu Rong had no interest in the student council; he was only here to go through the motions.
Ji Wenfeng and Liang Wendao stood opposite them, still discussing the athlete’s foot experiment, having delved into how to cultivate bacteria to test the bactericidal effects of various substances.
Just as the two were engaged in a heated discussion, Du Mihuang arrived. All the girls crowded around him asking for his autograph, creating a noisy commotion in the corridor.
Ji Wenfeng tensed up, glancing at Lu Rong opposite him. Lu Rong was completely unaware of the commotion, curiously peeking in the direction the crowd was gathering. Then, as if sensing something, he turned back and met Ji Wenfeng’s gaze.
Ji Wenfeng subconsciously snorted and arrogantly looked away.
He regretted it immediately, glancing at Lu Rong out of the corner of his eye. Lu Rong was sitting in his seat, also looking down at Fang Chang’s draft.
Ji Wenfeng clenched his fists.
Du Mihuang and Lu Rong were less than three meters apart. If they were to meet and start talking, who knew what the consequences would be?
Du Mihuang’s smelly feet were one thing, but what if they didn’t?!
Good-looking, talented, and rich…
Ji Wenfeng couldn’t help but glance at Du Mihuang’s feet.
Wearing AJ shoes and trendy basketball socks, it was definitely a way to keep his feet from smelling…
Damn it, he had never encountered such a formidable opponent before!
Ji Wenfeng rested his chin on his hand, his face ashen as he pondered a solution.
In the past, he could have easily ordered Lu Rong to be taken away and hidden away, preventing anyone from contacting him. But things were different now. He didn’t even have the right to be close to Rong Rong, let alone demand anything of him.
So, he could only find a way to get Du Mihuang away.
“If Du Mihuang really runs for student council president, with his broad female support base, he’s highly likely to win. Wouldn’t all the effort I put into securing the position for Rong Rong just make it easier for him to serve Du Mihuang?! All my scheming will only result in me personally helping Du Mihuang get a free ride— a complete loss!”
Du Mihuang absolutely could not be allowed to run for student council president!
Having made up his mind, a wicked idea suddenly popped into Ji Wenfeng’s head…
He glanced at Lu Rong, then at Du Mihuang, who was still signing autographs in the crowd, stood up, pushed through the crowd, and walked up to him: “Du Mihuang.”
Du Mihuang’s eyes flashed coldly: “What?!”
The two male gods of the academy stood face to face, their eyes sparking with intense, almost magical, eye contact, surprising and exciting the unsuspecting onlookers.
Ji Wenfeng, hands in his pockets, raised his chin: “Come with me.”
He then turned and walked towards the men’s restroom.
Seeing this, Du Mihuang secretly gritted his teeth and followed.
I absolutely cannot lose to this bast**d! I have to get the little cutie’s name out of him!
Ji Wenfeng closed the bathroom door: “Du Mihuang, you want to run for student council president?”
Du Mihuang: “That’s right! You won’t let me see him, and you won’t tell me his name, so I can only announce to the world that I want to kick you out of the student council president position, I beat you!”
Ji Wenfeng sneered: “Are you sure you can beat me?”
Du Mihuang: “My reputation as a heartthrob isn’t for nothing! Can’t you see the whole school is full of my wives?!”
“There are quite a few people who like me.” Ji Wenfeng pulled out a thick stack of love letters from his pocket and casually scattered them in front of him.
Du Mihuang’s face changed when he saw the huge number of love letters.
“This is just for today.” Ji Wenfeng ran his long fingers through his hair, proudly raised his head, and looked wickedly at him, “Moreover, my Ji family donated 100 million to the school to build a library, where do you get the confidence to defeat me?!”
“You actually resorted to such underhanded tricks as bribery!” Du Mihuang stared at him in astonishment.
Ji Wenfeng calmly adjusted his shirt collar: “It’s not about bribery, but I can’t be sure how the principal will decide the final candidate.”
“Heh, if you think you can scare me like that, you’ve got the wrong person!” Du Mihuang panicked for a moment, then revealed a cunning, fox-like smile. “I’ve fought my way up in the entertainment industry, do you think you can fool me and I’ll just hand over the student council president position?! Absolutely not!” He grabbed the door to the men’s restroom, trying to leave.
A glint flashed in Ji Wenfeng’s eyes. He reached over Du Mihuang’s shoulder and slammed the restroom door shut, whispering in his ear, “This year’s student council has a new position called the student council president’s secretary. The person you’re looking for is him!”
Du Mihuang was struck dumb. Before he could even think, blood was already streaming down his face.
“President, please have some tea,” “President, let me massage your shoulders,” “President, don’t you think it’s hot in here?”… The voice of that unknown boy speaking gently echoed in Du Mihuang’s mind.
“R-really?” Du Mihuang wiped away the blood from his nose and turned around seriously.
Ji Wenfeng, hands in his pockets, straightened up with a flourish: “Originally, this position was specially set up for him. That is to say, he would become my little secretary.”
“Why did you reveal this important information to me?” Du Mihuang felt this was a trap and instinctively sensed the danger.
“Now, the little secretary is still him, but the student council president position will fall between the two of us. That is to say, whoever is elected president will win both career and beauty. Whoever loses will lose both career and beauty. We’ll see who comes out on top.” Ji Wenfeng brushed past Du Mihuang, his eyes sweeping over her, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth, “Let’s… have a good gamble.”
With that, he flung open the restroom door.
The area outside was packed with onlookers—
“What do you think Young Master Ji and Du Mihuang are doing in the restroom? Are they going to fight?”
“Don’t you think it looks more like a taboo affair between a rich young master and a popular celebrity?”
“Exactly! Young Master Ji has a wife who’s never shown her face, and Du Mihuang has never had a scandal since his debut. I strongly suspect Du Mihuang is Young Master Ji’s wife! They’ve been separated for a long time, and their reunion is like a honeymoon, so they can’t resist doing it in the restroom… Hey, Young Master Ji?!”
Ji Wenfeng: “…”
Lu Rong, not far away, cast a cold glance at him. Ji Wenfeng raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on his lips, and slowly closed the restroom door in front of him.
Lu Rong angrily stopped looking at him.
Ji Wenfeng strode over and sat down opposite him, his knees slightly open, hands resting on his knees, staring at his face, his brain racing with calculations.
He had just told Du Mihuang a half-true, half-false piece of information: Lu Rong was destined to become the student council president’s secretary.
But because Du Mihuang had no way of verifying the information, he could only choose to believe it.
At this point, Du Mihuang seemed to have only one option: compete with him for student council president, a bloody battle! The winner takes all, the loser gets nothing!
It was a standard zero-sum game; Du Mihuang had a 50% chance of losing everything, and he had a 50% chance of gaining everything.
But in reality, Du Mihuang had a hidden option: change his candidacy from student council president to the student council president’s secretary. With his high popularity, he would definitely defeat Lu Rong. This way, he would be the student council president, and Du Mihuang would be the secretary. In this scenario, there would be no winners; neither side would get Lu Rong.
This was the safest approach.
Ji Wenfeng quickly glanced at Du Mihuang coming out of the restroom: Du Mihuang, who had been in the entertainment industry for a long time, undoubtedly knew how to choose and had a stronger ability to withstand risks.
When the principal could take sides, replacing Lu Rong was a safer choice than replacing Ji Wenfeng! He absolutely could not allow his sweetheart and Ji Wenfeng to have the possibility of being together day and night!
It could be said that Ji Wenfeng, through his rhetoric, had cornered Du Mihuang.
Even more gratifying was that if Du Mihuang changed his candidacy and ran for his secretary, it would put immense pressure on Lu Rong!
Although he had used his financial resources to secretly change Lu Rong’s candidacy, if Lu Rong didn’t cooperate and fabricated stories on camera, this fiercely competitive position would fall to someone else.
His relationship with Lu Rong was currently precarious; they couldn’t even speak to each other. So how could he influence Lu Rong to change his mind without any direct impact?!
Undoubtedly, he must create a formidable opponent for him!
Because Lu Rong and he are currently in a cold war, out of Lu Rong’s pride, he could not possibly inquire about Du Mihuang’s identity or relationship with him. He was thus very likely already trapped in a fantasy of an inappropriate male-male relationship with Du Mihuang.
His running for student council president while Du Mihuang, a rising star, ran for secretary was irrefutable evidence!
Faced with the beautiful and sweet-voiced Du Mihuang, how would Lu Rong choose?
If Lu Rong also had feelings for him, he would absolutely not give Du Mihuang any chance. Therefore, first and foremost, he would change his previous indifferent attitude and launch an attack on the position of student council president’s secretary!
The mental calculations thus finished.
Ji Wenfeng reversed his defeat, his lips curving upwards in a wild smile.
“Now we’ll begin recording the election videos. First up, Ji Wenfeng.” The teacher walked out of the studio, holding a list, and called out the name.
“Here.” Ji Wenfeng stood up, calmly and confidently walking into the studio, brushing past Lu Rong.
His peripheral vision caught Lu Rong’s furrowed brows, and he smiled inwardly.
In this battle of wits in love among geniuses, he, Ji Wenfeng, would not lose!
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