Jiangda University has entered the final week of the semester, and many student union activities have been suspended as a result.
For some time now, even the student union office has been empty.
Only Xia Li, the "King of Kings" and "Empress Dowager" of this place, was lying listlessly on the table, her two short legs swinging back and forth under the table.
Click.
The office door was opened.
Xia Li glanced at him with disinterest, and the newcomer looked at her with surprise.
"Brother Pear? You haven't gone home?"
"Xiao Fu."
Xia Li straightened her small body, but still rested her cheek on one hand, looking listless: "...Ah, I'm back. I just had dinner with my mom."
Fu Chi smiled.
Those in the student council who are close to this "Pear Girl" know she's a native of Hangzhou... her home is in Yuhang District. Plus, yesterday was the Winter Solstice, so there's a high probability she went home.
"I left something here."
Fu Chi smiled as he walked to his seat, rummaged through the pile of books and documents on the table, and pulled out a textbook. He seemed relieved: "...Thank goodness, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to study..."
"Uh..."
Xia Li gave her a look of utter disgust, not at Fu Chi, but at the word "review": "...Oh, oh, so you're already reviewing. It's finals week, after all. Reviewing really needs to get on track..."
"If we don't get back on track soon, we'll be lying on the railway tracks..."
Fu Chi sighed and said, "Speaking of which, the president didn't actually make you go to school... Does your sitting in the president's seat mean... the president isn't here?"
Xia Li rested her soft cheek on her hand and gently tapped the table with her fingers:
"He's probably dead... probably."
Fu Chi gave an awkward laugh: "...Did you have a fight with your senior?"
Xia Li scoffed dismissively:
"Having a tiff? How could that be?"
Fu Chi: "...Then?"
Xia Li: "I just wanted to kill him."
Fu Chi: ...
It feels more serious than just a quarrel.
But considering the stability of their relationship in normal times, Fu Chi wasn't surprised.
Xia Li suddenly looked directly at Fu Chi:
"Xiao Fu, you usually hang out with that old fox so much, do you know what he hates?"
Fu Chi: ...
He was thinking, "How can anything be closer than the two of you?"
As for what he dislikes, if you don't even know, how could he possibly know?
Besides, even if I knew, I couldn't say it.
He wanted to live two more years.
"W-What's wrong?"
"It's Christmas, time to give gifts."
Fu Chi: ...?
So, the feeling of "wanting to kill him" is equivalent to "giving a handmade Christmas gift"—how twisted!
But considering the usual relationship between the two, Fu Chi even felt it was reasonable.
“I want to make it by hand, but if I deliberately make it bad to disgust him, he’ll definitely say, ‘That’s all you’re good for,’ and I’ll end up disgusting myself,” Xia Li said.
Fu Chi hesitated for a moment, looked around, and after confirming that his president was indeed not there, he nodded heavily.
"I understand."
To be honest, his chairman is indeed a master at distorting the truth.
“But if it’s meticulously crafted, wouldn’t that just be letting him off easy? It would still disgust him!” Xia Li said again.
Fu Chi thought long and hard, then smiled confidently and gave his answer:
"How about we ask Brother Bei?"
Xia Li chuckled:
"Men in relationships are no longer reliable."
In fact, she not only asked Lu Yibei, but also Ji Qingqian, hoping that she could give her some guidance.
Then the couple, united in purpose, gave their answer.
—"You yourself".
Xia Li would never sign a contract selling herself into servitude!
She looked at Fu Chi with a deep gaze: "Xiao Fu, now we can only rely on you!"
Facing Brother Pear's almond-shaped eyes, which held a hint of pleading, Fu Chi suddenly felt a sense of mission—even the entrustment of the heir at Baidi City during the Three Kingdoms period was probably no more than this!
Fu Chi put down his book, sat back down, crossed his legs, and gently rubbed his chin.
“…Don’t imitate your senior’s actions, or you’ll turn into a little fox,” Xia Li said.
"Huh? Does it look that similar?"
"They're exactly the same."
"…Feel sorry."
Fu Chi finally sat up straight. After thinking hard for a long time, he slammed his hand on the table and exclaimed, "I have a plan!"
"Tell me the truth!"
"Pear Bro, you should make what you're best at, giving the president a 'Wow! You can actually make this?' moment of astonishment, completely shattering his expectations and making him admire you to the point of worship! That way, even if the senior gets the good stuff, Pear Bro, you'll still gain the president's adoration. In conclusion, compared to the others, you're definitely the one who benefits more!!"
“…”
Xia Li didn't speak. She sat in her seat, crossed her legs, and gently rubbed her chin, as if weighing the proposal.
In fact, Fu Chi was still a little nervous.
Currently, his main responsibility in the student union is coordinating on-site events.
However, the chairman still handles the inspiration-based work of "proposals" and "planning," which require making decisions, so he doesn't know if his suggestions are feasible.
Xia Li narrowed her almond-shaped eyes:
"…Perfect."
Fu Chi was overjoyed, but soon he discovered a huge flaw in his proposal:
"But it's not easy to surprise the president... Pear Bro, do you have such a special skill?"
Petite and slender, but wearing a sweater that made her look a bit bulky because she was afraid of catching a cold, revealing only a glimpse of her wheat-colored skin, the girl with short, neat hair pointed somewhat innocently to her small nose:
"I'm actually pretty good at making desserts."
"...Ah, dessert."
Fu Chi smiled slightly. He thought about it again and again, trying to connect the words "dessert" and "Pear Brother"...
Xia Li blinked twice.
Fu Chi, who was staring at him, slammed his hand on the table:
"Holy crap—!? You can actually make that kind of thing!?"
…
Xia Li left the student council office.
Fu Chi wanted to light incense to comfort the spirit of the future president in heaven—President, if you are poisoned to death, it is definitely not my fault.
I stopped them!
…but it didn't stop them!
This isn't my fault!
However, upon closer reflection, his plan was actually quite good... Putting aside that small flaw, Brother Pear actually felt he was more reliable than Brother Bei...
It seems that you've made some progress, Xiao Fu.
Fu Chi nodded in satisfaction, then thought of something else.
…Brother Bei is unreliable because he has a girlfriend, while Brother Li is going to give the president a gift.
"…Oh."
Fu Chi smiled calmly: "Looks like I still won't be getting any Christmas presents this year..."
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