Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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The television broadcasted the live speeches of each candidate.
Ji Wenfeng: “Hello everyone, I am Ji Wenfeng from Class 1, Grade 1. I am running for the position of student council president. After registering, I couldn’t sleep all night, wondering if I was capable of this position.” He lowered his head, his long eyelashes trembling. “I’ve discovered a fatal flaw in myself.” His feet smelled bad. “I don’t know if such an imperfect me can meet everyone’s expectations, nor do I know if such an imperfect me deserves a personal secretary—” He raised his beautiful, phoenix-tail-like eyes and glanced discreetly at the screen. “Originally, I planned to sing a song for my secretary after winning the student council election, but now that everything is uncertain, I want to dedicate this song to you in front of the screen.”
He then walked to the piano that the staff had specially prepared for him and sat down.
Long, strong fingers pressed the first note. The incomparably handsome young man closed his eyes and began to hum along with the ethereal music in a magnetic voice—
“I always wanted to look through your eyes to find the most primal wildness,
but unexpectedly,
I ended up intruding into the tranquility of an entire forest.
Your breath,
wrapped in blue velvet,
and the humming of the ocean—
I never want to wake up.
I can hide in your body,
enter your warmth,
hide in your body,
enter your warmth…”
His phoenix-tail-like eyes subtly swept across the screen. The girls in front of the screen collectively went mad: “Ji Wenfeng, I, xxx, will love you for life.”
The boys: “…”
Lu Rong: “…”
He stared at the magnified handsome face on the screen, blushing as he avoided the gaze that seemed to pierce his heart— listen, is this even a human song?
Ling Ren: “Hello everyone, I’m Ling Ren from Class 1, Grade 11, and I’m running for the position of Organization Minister. Ji Wenfeng is our class monitor. You must be wondering why two people from our class are running for such an important position in the student council…” (Here, he’s wearing glasses.) “Actually, the reason I’m stepping forward and shamelessly reserving another position for Class 1 is because I’ve disliked Ji Wenfeng for a long time! Don’t let our shared class fool you; I’m here to better restrain him in the student council! Whatever Ji Wenfeng agrees with, I’ll oppose; whatever Ji Wenfeng opposes, I’ll agree. If you don’t want to see Ji Wenfeng dominating everything, please vote for me! I’ll definitely do my best to embarrass Ji Wenfeng, guys!”
Boys: “Wow, awesome! Even though we don’t know who you are, as long as you oppose Ji Wenfeng, you’re our godfather!”
Girls: “What a shameless campaign strategy…”
….
Fang Chang: “Hello everyone, I’m Fang Chang, ##￥%#￥% (1000 words of incredibly boring campaign rhetoric)…”
Chengnan School: “…Is this the Fang Chang who took marketing from the cafeteria to the toilet cabinet? He looks a bit like a jerk.”
….
Liang Wendao: “Hello everyone, I’m Liang Wendao. Without further ado, elect me as Minister of Studies. I will record my study experience into ‘Liang Wendao’s Thirteen Lectures’ and put it on Himalaya FM, raising the average final exam score of all students in the grade by 30 points. Limited time free!”
Chengnan students watching on TV: No need to say anything more, I’m voting for you.
Xiao Zhuqing appeared on the TV screen: “You might not know who I am, but I guarantee you’ve all read or heard of my writing. My full name is Xiao Zhuqing, from Class 8, and my nickname is ‘fujoshi’ (a female fan of BL). Remember me? Hehe.”
Chengnan students: ==
Xiao Zhuqing: “Without further ado— all the fujoshi in the world, unite and vote for me! From now on, whether it’s cosplay, Lolita fashion tea parties, or even anime conventions or Chengnan Joy, I’ll work hard to organize them! Joining the Literature and Art Department means you can ship couples every day!” With a blink of her eyes, she blew a heart~
The boys collectively raised their hands: Teacher, can we vote against it? We don’t want to be forced into pairings anymore.
Xiao Zhuqing on TV seemed to have heard this, and disdainfully picked at her ear: “Boys, don’t shout like that. Girls fantasize about you, which means your youth has some value. Don’t talk like you’re supposed to have a sweet first love. We’re giving you a compliment by writing these forced pairings.”
The boys: That’s too much! tut
….
Shen Yu, with his hands behind his head, sat lazily in his chair: “Ah, everyone, I’m Shen Yu from Class 12. I’m here to run for [beep].”
In the broadcasting station, Yan Gou had already hacked into the broadcasting network, his fingers flying across the screen, muting the words “Student Council President.” Li Nanbian, sitting next to him, held the microphone and added the powerful words “Disciplinary Committee Member.”
Chengnan students: “Are you serious, you hooligan boss?!”
Shen Yu, sitting on a high stool in front of the TV, leisurely raised his fist and waved it: “If you [beep—], I’ll [beep—]!”
Yan Gou cleverly erased his original line, “If you vote for me, I’ll work hard,” while Li Nanbian passionately dubbed from the side: “If you don’t vote for me, I’ll beat you to death!”
Men and women in front of the TV: “…” The war-monger Shen Yu lived up to his name.
Shen Yu walked out of the studio, the other candidates looking at him with fear and disdain.
Deng Te coolly asked, “Why make such a declaration?”
Shen Yu: “I’m just here to go through the motions—” Meeting Ji Wenfeng’s probing gaze, he couldn’t help but sit up straight. He couldn’t let Ji Wenfeng know he’d come with a stiff upper lip.
“Next, Deng Te!” the teacher called.
Deng Te walked into the studio.
As soon as he had barely steadied himself on the stage, Li Nanbian from the broadcasting station cranked the background music to maximum volume— a tear-jerker, “Erquan Yingyue[1].”
With the BGM amplifying the mood, Deng Te began recalling his tragic childhood, his tragic adolescence, and foreseeing his future tragic youth and tragic old age. In his only remaining right eye, bitter tears welled up.
“My name is Deng Te. I’m from Class 6, and I’m here to run for Sports Minister. I was born into a single-parent family. My father loved drinking. When I was three, my mother was beaten and driven away by my father…
When I was young, I had no friends. I was often beaten up, and my left eye was ruined from one of those beatings. A boxer took pity on me and taught me martial arts. I fought my way up through Chengnan Middle School. The money for my schooling— I earned it by fighting illegal underground matches…”
“Waaah… waaah…”
All of Chengnan was moved to sorrow; listeners’ hearts broke, viewers’ eyes filled with tears, and sobbing spread everywhere.
Deng Te spoke for a full fifteen minutes in the studio: “When I was little, my only friend was named Abu, a hamster, who was crushed to death by my dad…”
The teacher finally couldn’t take it anymore and knocked on his door: “Deng Te, you’ve taken up three people’s time, come down.”
Deng Te coolly replied, “Okay.”
As Deng Te was leaving, the fierce teacher pressed down on his shoulder.
“Here you go.” The teacher stuffed a thick red envelope into his hand.
Deng Te coolly replied, “Teacher, I can’t accept it.” He was all grown up now, with a legitimate income. His annual income as a security consultant for the “All-Round Villains” group was equivalent to that of an ordinary worker.
The teacher patted his shoulder: “Keep it. Everyone’s already raising funds for you.”
Deng Te: “…”
One candidate after another finished their campaign speeches, and it was Du Mihuang’s turn to go on stage.
Ji Wenfeng held his breath; the moment of truth had arrived.
Du Mihuang’s powerful voice rang out: “Hello everyone, I’m the super popular star Du Mihuang. Today I’ve returned to my alma mater, and I’d like to run for the position of student council president…”
Ji Wenfeng remained unmoved.
“…the little secretary!”
Ji Wenfeng’s eyes flashed; he’d taken the bait!
The students in the south of the city were buzzing with gossip—
“Why would Du Mihuang become a secretary!”
“Someone as dazzling as him shouldn’t be like that…”
“Could it be that he deliberately gave up the student council president position to Ji Wenfeng? What’s their relationship?”
“Rather than deliberately giving it to Ji Wenfeng, it’s more like he ran for secretary for Ji Wenfeng’s sake…”
“Sure enough, handsome guys are attracted to each other even if they’re miles apart…”
Ji Wenfeng sat on a bench, legs slightly apart, elbows resting on his knees, head down. He then looked up, his gaze sharp as lightning as he looked at Lu Rong.
Lu Rong, distracted by the rumors, met his gaze and angrily looked away.
Du Mihuang’s campaign video was quickly recorded, and the teacher came out and called out, “Lu Rong.”
Ji Wenfeng smiled secretly: Rong Rong, what will you choose?
Lu Rong stood up and walked towards the studio. Du Mihuang came out, brushing past him. Du Mihuang seemed to realize something, turning back in an instant, but Lu Rong had already entered the studio.
The video showed the handsome image of a dark-haired boy.
“My name is Lu Rong, from Class 8. The position I’d like to run for is…”
The important figures had already finished recording, and nobody knew who Lu Rong was. Everyone was gathered in the corridor drinking water and discussing their election plans, except for Ji Wenfeng and Du Mihuang, who looked up at the boy in the video.
He hesitated for a moment, biting his lip slightly, looking at the floor. After a long while, he finally focused his gaze back on the camera: “…the student council president’s secretary.”
Du Mihuang recognized Lu Rong’s face and asked Ji Wenfeng through gritted teeth, “Is it him?!”
“Hehehehehehehe…” Ji Wenfeng sat down arrogantly, letting out a maniacal laugh, and raised his head with an air of dominance, “Du Mihuang, you’ve already lost!”
Rong Rong still loves me!
Ji Wenfeng’s resolve was unwavering at this moment.
Even though his feet smelled bad, Rong Rong still cared that someone else would take him away!
Just when he thought he had no chance left, Ji Wenfeng, unexpectedly, stood up with his hands in his pockets, exuding an unparalleled aura: “I advise you to leave, you golden-haired loser.” He lightly flicked Du Mihuang’s blond hair and playfully let go. “You can’t even recognize your sweetheart, what right do you have to compete with me for her?”
Du Mihuang sneered: “The game isn’t over yet, young master. From now on, you’ll be the student council president, and I’ll be your secretary. You’ll never have a chance to be alone with him.”
“Oh, really?” Ji Wenfeng’s lips curled up. “How do you know… you’ll definitely beat him?”
Du Mihuang thought: Damn it, does Ji have a backup plan?!
Ji Wenfeng didn’t say anything, just gave a cold laugh, and left the studio corridor with his hands in his pockets. Once he was alone, he calmly took out his phone and sent a WeChat message to all the villains who had been frantically advertising on their WeChat Moments these past two days: Are there any election packages left? You can pay any price, I want to push someone up.
“All Villains: Who?”
Ji Wenfeng: Lu Rong, the student council president’s secretary.
He would never let his Rong Rong lose to anyone!
After Lu Rong finished recording his campaign video, he was besieged by the “All Villains” group: “Boss, when did you decide on running for secretary?”
“With your abilities, being a secretary is a waste of your talent!”
“Could it be related to Ji Wenfeng…”
“Don’t ask.” Lu Rong sighed.
Just thinking about Ji Wenfeng standing with that beautiful superstar… made him blurt out that he was running for secretary.
Fortunately, eight out of ten of the subsequent candidates were running for secretary, so he wasn’t too outrageous. It just made him look like a lovesick fool.
Lu Rong stopped his group members from gossiping, and they obediently handed him the poll results: “Boss, the other candidates we’re considering have very high poll numbers, only you…”
Lu Rong looked at his support rate: less than 0.1%.
The one at the top was Du Mihuang with 48%.
In the secretary category, Du Mihuang, being a man, had a significant natural advantage over the female candidates. All the female candidates were vying for Ji Wenfeng’s attention; having no chance themselves, they wouldn’t choose any other woman and would definitely choose a male secretary. Du Mihuang was undoubtedly the most popular of all the male secretaries. Moreover, in just half a day, fanfiction about the Ji Wenfeng x Du Mihuang pairing surpassed the total number of all other pairings of Ji Wenfeng, a testament to the efforts of fujoshi (female fans of BL).
Lu Rong, on the other hand, was nowhere to be found, and his impromptu speech video was utterly unremarkable, failing to garner any votes whatsoever.
Thus, a truly absurd scene unfolded: the mastermind behind Chengnan Middle School, the true power broker and bully of the school, who had helped countless people reach the top, was utterly incapable of helping himself.
All the villains: “…” Their leader has lost all face.
Lu Rong stared at the glaring 48% approval rating, his face expressionless. “It’s alright, I have a way.”
“By the way, boss, this guy said he’d pay whatever it takes to get you elected. Did you take the job?” Li Nanbian excitedly pulled out his phone, showing him his new sucker.
Lu Rong’s heart leaped out of his chest the moment he saw the profile picture— it was Ji Wenfeng!
Ji Wenfeng…wants me to be elected?
He took the phone and scrolled through the chat history; it was undeniably true.
And that big star was…
“He did it on purpose.” Lu Rong quickly pieced together the whole story. “He wasn’t sure if I’d run for secretary, so he wanted to test my feelings— Ji Wenfeng tricked me!”
All that long-term cold war, the deliberate intimacy, the passionate singing— it was all to make him anxious and insecure, ultimately forcing him to say those words! He’d actually been fooled by such clumsy tactics…
“Damn it…” Lu Rong ran his fingers through his hair, a self-deprecating smile playing on his lips. He’d really been tricked by Ji Wenfeng.
But…it seems the outcome isn’t so bad?
Lu Rong stared intently at Ji Wenfeng’s words on the screen, “You can ask for whatever price you want,” a slight smile playing on his lips.
That guy wasn’t completely exposed in front of me… was he?
“Boss, how much should we extort from him?” Li Nanbian rubbed his hands together.
“Market price, a thousand.” Lu Rong composed himself and expressionlessly tossed the phone back to Li Nanbian.
“So little?” Half the price of Fang Chang.
Lu Rong hummed in agreement.
Just a token gesture, to put Ji Wenfeng’s mind at ease.
If he didn’t accept it, who knew what tricks Ji Wenfeng would pull to help him with the election.
He already had a foolproof plan in mind; he didn’t need Ji Wenfeng’s interference. The intention was there.
Tomorrow was election day; let’s see how he turns the tide!
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[1] Check it out on: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n0-lnKb8QQo