During the last class in the afternoon, Zhao Zhao was browsing the school forum with his mobile phone, mainly reading posts about Song Zhixu. Among the several protagonists, he knew him the least.

Just then, a new post about him was pushed to the top. Zhao Zhao clicked on it and saw that the young man in the photo was sitting at a desk looking through a stack of documents. He had a gentle face, and with the filter specially adjusted by the poster, it really gave people the visual feeling of "the man on the street is as beautiful as jade, and the young man is unparalleled in the world".

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. Zhao Zhao picked up her schoolbag and threw it over her shoulder. While Ai Wen was packing his schoolbag, he only had time to look up and down before he disappeared...

Zhao Zhao went straight to President Song Zhixu's office without hesitation. Logically, Song Zhixu should still be busy with student union affairs at this time.

The school attaches great importance to the student union. In order to better manage this aristocratic boys' school, the selected president must not only have management skills, but also have a strong family background, so that he can manage this group of young people whose families have some power.

The president's office was decorated to rival the principal's, resplendent and magnificent. Even the humble door looked luxurious. Zhao Zhao raised his hand and knocked on the door. "Knock knock."

"Please come in," the young man's soft and serious voice came from inside. Sure enough, he was still there.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao pushed open the door and instantly met Song Zhixu's slightly surprised eyes behind the thick documents. He smiled brightly, as if forgetting the gap between them in the morning, and sat down opposite the uniformed boy with a smile.

"President Song, I'm waiting for you to get off work~"

Song Zhixu was indeed the calm and reliable president chosen by everyone. Even though they had just had an unpleasant experience that morning, Zhao Zhao was still able to smile at him calmly after being surprised when she stood in front of him. "Is there something wrong, junior brother?"

"There are indeed some things, but I'm not in a hurry. Senior, you should focus on the work at hand first." Zhao Zhao took out his mobile phone to play games, looked up and added, "Waiting for you~" He winked at him mischievously, livening up the somewhat stiff atmosphere.

Song Zhixu hadn't been back to school for several days, and now there were several days' worth of documents piled on his desk, all waiting for him to review. Seeing this, he stopped talking nonsense with Zhaozhao and started working hard.

Time passed minute by minute. During this time, Zhao Zhao went from playing games while sitting to playing games while lying down, and then to playing games while lying on the sofa. Suddenly, an exclamation mark appeared on the phone screen, indicating that the battery was low.

Zhao Zhao sighed, looked around, casually pulled out the charger on Song Zhixu's desk, and plugged it in to charge his phone.

Song Zhixu had no problem with his familiar behavior. He raised his eyes and smiled, "I have a lot of things to do here. If you can't wait, you can leave first."

"Haha, it's okay, I'll wait a little longer." The boy lay on the sofa, staring at his phone without even raising his eyes. He looked a little sleepy, and his voice was lazy.

"Yeah." Song Zhixu didn't really care about him. Seeing that he was so stubborn, he just let him be.

Slowly the sky darkened, but Song Zhixu still showed no intention of leaving. Zhao Zhao got up from the sofa with a resentful look on his face and slapped him on the table, "Senior, how long are you going to keep doing this?" He was about to vomit from playing with his phone!

Even though he had been working for several hours straight, Song Zhixu's expression remained gentle. Without even raising his eyes, he casually adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said calmly, "Right away."

"I'll help you!" Zhao Zhao spoke in a gruff voice, clearly impatient. His handsome features wrinkled anxiously as he asked, "Is there anything else you need to do? Tell me quickly!"

Song Zhixu finally gave him a look, indicating that this was the first time he saw someone in a hurry to work, "Please help me destroy this pile of waste paper." He pointed to the slightly messy waste paper on the side and whispered the order as he wished.