Part 3
He didn’t know whether to be gratified that Wen Rong finally grasped that set of tricks, or uncomfortable that the trick was used on him.
Thinking for a few seconds, he asked, “You have to tell me your entire plan so I can help you get this done.”
“No plan. Just forcing these people in the school to stand firmly on my side and become the Student Council President.”
“How to force them.”
“Let’s see what happens next first.”
Zhou Xie: “Sounds very plan-less.”
“If a plan has too many steps, it’s too prone to accidents.”
After speaking, Wen Rong continued to repeat his request, “I want to compete with Lin Jinghang for Student Council President. Preferably a school-wide vote.”
“I know.”
Zhou Xie finished speaking and wanted to say coldly, “You’re getting better at ordering me around.” But just as the thought occurred, he remembered he had already said this sentence last night.
Wen Rong’s answer was interesting enough, a posture of “if you dare not listen to me, I won’t ignore you anymore,” though who knew who that could threaten.
But Wen Rong wanting to be Student Council President… Zhou Xie started the car and uncontrollably stepped on the gas pedal to the floor.
He was too excited.
There was a feeling of exhilaration.
He had thought about how to plant landmines for Lin Jinghang during this time, how to arrange the group of people following him, and how to lay out the layout after graduation, but he had never thought about Wen Rong becoming this Student Council President.
Why couldn’t Wen Rong do it? Although he had only been in school for one semester, he had done more things than others who had studied for seven years. He was completely qualified to fight Lin Jinghang for it.
Wen Rong must do it, because he was the person they chose, and he must walk the path they expected in the future.
But…
The threat of class downfall was hard to shake. Even in Floriman Academy, there was no way to escape Wang Sichen’s influence.
Still missing a little something.
There needed to be an event that incited public anger, making even Wang Sichen feel that his position was unstable if he didn’t win over the commoners, making it so Wen Rong had to serve as Student Council President to stabilize the entire Federation.
“We’ve been stopped here for almost ten minutes.” Wen Rong glanced at his phone and nodded his chin forward. “Drive. On the way, explain the course content to me.”
The shared Student Council curriculum was different from the mathematics Wen Rong studied before. It covered a wider range, including economic management, current affairs, and politics.
And because it was organizational in nature, it emphasized cooperation more, so even if they were in different grades, the whole body was arranged to take classes together.
“The main point of today’s class is to handle the Project Seminar next Thursday. It counts as my last task as Student Council President; I must do it seriously.”
Wen Rong asked keenly, “What do you want to do at the end?”
“I want to find a legitimate reason to block the projects of that group of people flattering Lin Jinghang… especially the Lin Jinghang faction within the Student Council.”
“Can people belonging to the Student Council also participate in projects?”
“Don’t treat the Project Seminar like a normal club at a normal university. Projects passed by the Project Seminar will definitely flow into the market in the form of established companies. With the support of school and government resources, the profits are very high.”
Considering Wen Rong didn’t understand the twists and turns within, Zhou Xie rarely had the patience to teach from the beginning: “You probably have no concept of the school’s resources. I’ll give you an example. For a movie, the normal box office release is 500 million. But if this movie passes the Project Seminar before release and gets the school’s resources, then when it’s released, the school will arrange for vigorous promotion by media across the Federation, and will even mandate schools, enterprises, and units to watch it. The final box office could even reach 5 billion.”
Wen Rong was dumbfounded.
“This is a massive boon where even a pig could fly. As long as you participate, you can get money. No one isn’t jealous.”
“From the day the Project Seminar was decided, these people in the Student Council selected projects with potential, waiting to be shareholders and take dividends.”
“So you don’t want the people who abandoned you to have it smooth.”
Zhou Xie: “…”
The bullseye hit left him unsure how to answer.
Or rather, he didn’t really want Wen Rong to discover his dark thoughts; after all, Wen Rong was an upright person.
“I just—”
Wen Rong interrupted him, “I understand you.”
Zhou Xie: “?”
“I also don’t like people who flatter Lin Jinghang living well.” He paused. “Have you thought of a reason not to pass their projects?”
Zhou Xie: “…”
“You haven’t thought of one?”
Zhou Xie never expected that one day he would discuss how to be bad with Wen Rong.
The old wooden floor creaked under leather shoes. The two walked up the stairs. Beams of light from the window applied themselves to their faces one by one. Wen Rong’s long curled eyelashes held up points of light.
At a certain moment, he stopped and made a subtle gesture of “listening to people talk.”
Zhou Xie looked over strangely and saw all the light on the eyelashes fall into his eyes. His pupils turned into a glittering golden color.
“I know! Cooperate with me later.”
Zhou Xie: “?”
“Let’s go, to the classroom. I’ll enter first.”
Wen Rong suddenly went upstairs with excitement, taking two steps at a time. Zhou Xie almost didn’t catch up.
Not understanding what Wen Rong meant, he saw him push open the classroom door.
Splash—
As the sunlight in the classroom flooded out, a sudden burst of cold air hit them in the face.
Zhou Xie lowered his eyes and saw shattered ice on the floor. Water soaked the wooden floorboards, dripping tick-tock, tick-tock. Wen Rong’s pant legs were dripping water downwards.
“Hahahaha,” laughter rose and fell, mostly concentrated in the back row of the classroom.
Lin Jinghang sat right in the middle, his jacket wide open, shirt askew. When he reached out to drape his arm over the person next to him, his clothes twisted into a bunch.
Zhou Xie’s eyes darkened. He fished a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to Wen Rong. “How do you want to handle this?”
Wen Rong didn’t take it but looked toward the back row of the classroom.
Traces of water remained on his face. His skin took on a wet texture, revealing a frozen redness.
Water droplets accumulated on the tips of his hair, drip, drip, drip, dripping onto the tip of his nose.
The speed was fast, urging the heartbeat to accelerate.
Under the silent gaze, the laughter gradually ceased.
The boy who let out the last laugh looked around in panic, discovering that everyone was sitting upright, their gazes changing from mockery to unease.
Standing at the classroom door were two unexpectedly similar figures. Same attire, same rimless glasses, same… gloomy and cold expression.
The immense oppressive feeling made this spacious classroom feel crowded. Tension infected everyone, forming a giant net that trapped each person.
Gulp.
The sound of swallowing became obvious.
The bowstring was pulled tight. At the moment it was almost about to snap, Wen Rong suddenly shook his head. Water droplets flew spinning to the floor, and the stray hairs that had shifted trajectory stuck to his forehead.
“Pfft—”
He puffed up his cheeks and blew upward forcefully. His bangs flew up.
The small action unique to a youth buffered the turbulent undercurrents. Wen Rong lifted his face, the corners of his mouth pulling back to reveal a brilliant smile.
Everyone let out a long sigh of relief, their stiff shoulders slumping.
They hadn’t pissed off Wen Rong!
“I’m soaked through.”
Wen Rong lowered his head and took off his jacket, draping it over his elbow.
He was a very disciplined person. Usually, he wore his school uniform properly according to school requirements, buttons done to the top, not revealing a bit of flesh.
But now, the white shirt fabric hanging on his body was almost transparent. The bones and muscles under the skin were faintly visible. On his back, a pair of butterfly bones pushed up a breathtaking arc.
“Young Master Lin, maybe we should forget it, it’s a bit too…” someone swallowed saliva and suggested boldly.
“…”
“…”
No one responded.
Everyone was a lamp, passionately and directly shining on the protagonist in the center of the stage.
Suddenly, someone stood up, looking completely possessed, lips trembling with the action of swallowing. He walked to Wen Rong’s desk.
Wen Rong made a movement of craning his neck. The boy quickly took off his jacket wanting to cover the dripping wet back, but then paused and placed the clothes on the desk.
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