Chapter 102: I Want to Be the Student Council President part 1
Zhou Xie sent the study plan very quickly, along with a tutorial for transferring classes.
Wen Rong confirmed everything in the system according to the steps and discovered that his final class in mathematics was actually with Teacher Xu Qiu.
Perhaps he should tell Teacher Xu Qiu about his thoughts in person.
Having made the decision, Wen Rong went straight to find Teacher Xu Qiu after class the next day.
He got straight to the point: “Teacher, I have submitted an application to join the Student Council. Tomorrow, I will transfer to take classes with the Student Council students.”
A look of surprise appeared on Teacher Xu Qiu’s habitually cold face. “You want to work in the government?”
“Yes.”
“Because of President Zhou?”
Wen Rong paused, but quickly understood. Even though she stayed in the Research Center, cut off from the outside world, an important figure like Teacher Xu Qiu would definitely know about President Zhou’s passing.
Just as Wen Rong was thinking about how to answer, Teacher Xu Qiu spoke again. “However, your personality is very suitable for government work. Currently, the conservatives are the majority. With a radical child like you going in, maybe there will be some unexpected developments.”
“Thank you, Teacher.”
“By the way, if you encounter difficulties, you can tell me. I’ve been doing research for so many years and know some friends in the government; perhaps I can help you.”
The students were rushing to their next class, and soon only the two of them remained in the classroom.
The lecture hall was like a large megaphone, amplifying everyone’s subtle sounds and adding an echo.
Wen Rong’s eyes suddenly brightened, as if he thought of something very important. Suppressing it, he pursed his lips lightly.
Two or three seconds later, he spoke. “Teacher, I heard before that many deans and professors who hold positions in universities also maintain their research.”
“What you heard is correct.”
“Have you considered shifting your focus from the Research Center to the school?”
“What?”
Wen Rong took a deep breath and said solemnly, “Teacher, have you heard the word ‘Backbone’ (Integrity/Moral Character)?”
“It’s used a lot in writing, but I haven’t seen it in many years.”
“Because the students of Floriman Academy lack backbone.”
“Speaking more broadly, many graduates of Floriman Academy have no backbone, and these people have now become top figures in every industry of the Federation.”
Teacher Xu Qiu’s eyelids trembled lightly. She remained silent.
Wen Rong continued, “Pure research cannot save the era. In teaching and educating people, ‘educating people’ is the more important point. The school has not demonstrated backbone to the students, so the students have no backbone, and even the entire Federation does not.”
“Everyone is like grass on top of a wall, bending whichever way the wind blows for their own benefit. There is no sense of right and wrong, no upright stance, and not even the courage to refuse.”
Silence reigned supreme. Wen Rong left one final sentence: “You are a teacher with backbone. If you could lead the Academy, I think the students would be influenced by you.”
Actually, he wasn’t sure if Teacher Xu Qiu would listen to his persuasion and fight for a school leadership position. He just wanted to try. What if… it succeeded?
Explosive music was deafening. Spotlights hit the boxing ring where four hotly dressed women danced with abandon.
The students who loved nightclubs were completely immersed in the decadent atmosphere.
The servants’ “business” was incredibly good. Just as a Margarita was mixed, it was carried away, leaving the instruction: “Mix another Paloma, Young Master Lin wants it.”
“The Young Master is still drinking?” The servant looked toward the sofa.
Lin Jinghang was hugging people left and right, his head buried in a girl’s shoulder, looking dead drunk.
“Young Master Lin, don’t sleep. Come on, continue.”
Someone shouted. Lin Jinghang lifted his head and leaned back against the sofa. “I heard that when Zhou Xie managed you guys before, there were a lot of rules. If he roared, you didn’t even dare to fart?”
With the huge changes in the political landscape and the news of the Student Council President replacement popping up, many people in the Student Council had silently chosen their sides.
Figuring out Lin Jinghang’s preferences, those who used to follow Zhou Xie with “impartiality and incorruptibility” transformed into skilled lackeys in the nightclub scene.
“Young Master Lin, you know his dad was President Zhou. Before, my grandfather had to listen to his dad. How could I have a say in front of him?”
Someone beside him chimed in, “Yeah, before, he would casually issue a Yellow Card. Let alone applying to the school for something, it was hard even to ask for leave.”
Lin Jinghang naturally didn’t know what a Yellow Card was, but he didn’t need to know. In his view, Zhou Xie without a dad was nothing special. Soon, the seat of Student Council President would be his to sit in. Zhou Xie, the former President, was no threat at all.
“You bunch of cowards—” Lin Jinghang shouted loudly, seeing the fearful look in the eyes of the group around him, and couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
On one hand, he felt these people were fucking useless. On the other hand, he felt this was good; useless people would be obedient. As for disobedient people, having one Wen Rong was enough.
After the crowd looked at each other, no one dared to make a sound.
Until the music stopped. Lin Jinghang poured a mouthful of wine into his mouth and waved his hand. “Continue, don’t stop.”
“O-okay.”
So the crowd began to play happily again. The girls changed to a new track and continued their hot dance, multicolored light spots sweeping across the drunken, addicted faces below the stage.
When the music reached the chorus, the girls stepped over the ropes of the boxing ring with their long legs, jumping down to dance closely with the boys.
Screams, laughter… until a hot-dancing girl was pushed away by a boy.
Lin Jinghang caught a glimpse of the boy’s serious, even annoyed face out of the corner of his eye. His buzz killed, he was instantly furious. “What are you doing? Giving me attitude?”
He drank too much, his brain unable to distinguish much. Instinctively, he felt that someone not playing with these girls on his turf was disrespecting him.
“President, President, don’t be angry.”
The title “President” pleased Lin Jinghang, and he barely suppressed his anger.
“He doesn’t like women.”
“Oh—” Lin Jinghang nodded slowly. “There are indeed many homosexuals in this world.”
Then thinking of his identity as Student Council President, he asked, “What kind do you like? The President will find one for you!”
“None.” The boy shook his head.
“Afraid I can’t find one?!”
“I—”
Before the boy could finish answering, bystanders laughed and said, “President, he likes the type like Wen Rong… Hahahaha, he likes a commoner.”
Lin Jinghang froze. When his sluggish brain processed that “likes the type like Wen Rong” equaled “likes Wen Rong,” he laughed even harder than before, leaning his whole body on the girl next to him, almost crushing her.
“I just don’t understand, is Wen Rong that good-looking? Why does everyone like him?”
“Young Master Lin, you don’t understand this. Wen Rong’s face, tsk, and those thin arms and legs, tsk tsk tsk…”
Words stopped, but the meaning lingered.
Amidst the winking and eye signaling, Lin Jinghang understood the implication and threw his head back laughing.
“I heard he transferred to the Student Council.”
“Then isn’t that walking right into the tiger’s mouth!”
“It’s walking into our President’s mouth.”
Lin Jinghang waved his hand. “I don’t like him.”
The alcohol surged in waves through his body, making him dizzy one moment and sober the next.
Amidst the chorus of “President,” he suddenly remembered that Wen Rong also wanted to be the Student Council President.
Lin Jinghang shivered and woke up completely.
“Don’t let him stay in the Student Council.”
“Hm?”
“Expel him quickly.”
The crowd looked awkward. “President, he has already transferred over. If he doesn’t withdraw himself, we can’t force him out.”
Lin Jinghang took a deep breath and changed his phrasing. “Don’t let him have it easy.”
Once the class transfer process was completely finished on the Black Pigeon system, Wen Rong received a series of Floriman Academy emblem products from Zhou Xie.
An armband for use inside the school, and a badge for use outside.
Zhou Xie explained the off-campus benefits for Student Council members, such as partnerships with major hotels in the Federation for free stays, direct access to major museums and cultural centers… and most importantly, the ability to participate as staff in various social activities held by the Federal Government.
Arriving at the same time was a study plan two centimeters thick.
Wen Rong opened the folder, thinking he had opened a book. The table of contents ranged from Federal history, introduction to government departments, biographies of politicians… to history book recommendations. It was so comprehensive that Wen Rong didn’t believe it was something made in such a short time.
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