Student Union Office.
Fu Chi placed a tissue in front of him.
He was watching the crumbs of the sweet cake he was eating while playing on his phone.
Relaxed and comfortable.
This is the best time of one's life.
Just as Fu Chi was expressing such sentiments.
With a bang, the office door was opened.
Fu Chi was on high alert and sprang into action. His knee slammed into the table with a thud, causing the tissues on the table to tremble. Luckily, they almost fell off along with crumbs of sweet cake—otherwise, the tissues would have been wasted.
“…Fu Chi classmate.”
The student council president, Li Si, who had just entered, adjusted his glasses and glanced at the vice president: "You seem quite relaxed?"
"N-nothing..."
Fu Chi quickly put down the sweet cake and then shook his head vigorously.
"Is the sweet cake delicious?" Li Si asked with a smile.
Fu Chi wanted to say "it doesn't taste good" guiltily, to prove that his soul had not been corrupted by the dessert.
Unfortunately, it cannot be said.
…because the sweet cake was brought to him by the president from Wuzhen.
Fu Chi gritted his teeth and replied, "It's...delicious..."
"Um."
Li Si smiled gently: "As long as it tastes good."
Fu Chi awaited the lesson he would learn, but nothing came.
The president simply went straight back to his seat.
Just as Fu Chi was about to relax, Li Si, who had sat down, asked casually:
"Have all the performances for the Computer Science Department's welcome party been checked?"
"Not yet..."
Fu Chi scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and made an excuse: "But there are still a few days left..."
"If you always think there are only a few days left, you'll never get anything done."
Li Si said coldly, "And what about the activities applied for by the Ancient Style Society? Have you had someone check them?"
"Find it right away, find it right away," Fu Chi said.
Li Si hummed in agreement, and seeing that Fu Chi was still standing there, he sighed:
"Fu Chi...? How long is 'soon'?"
Fu Chi felt enlightened and was about to run out in a flash.
“Take your sweet cakes with you,” Li Si said.
Fu Chi came back in a flash.
He had just picked up the sweet cake and was about to cast another spell when Li Si interrupted his casting.
"Walk over there, don't run. Do you not care about your stomach if you run right after eating?"
“…Okay.” Fu Chi chuckled sheepishly.
Just as he stepped out, Fu Chi turned back and, as he gently closed the door, bid farewell to Li Si through the crack in the door:
"Then I'm leaving, President."
"Um."
"The president is awesome!"
"Walk."
Fu Chi chuckled and closed the door.
That's truly awesome, and it comes from the bottom of my heart.
The student union's work efficiency was indeed low during the National Day holiday.
The slogans for the three-line love letter contest were completely uninspired.
The program list for the welcome party is not yet complete.
Even the editorial department's monthly publication hasn't uttered a single word in three days.
As a result, the president made a triumphant return.
The slogan for the competition is ready.
The welcome program is ready.
Even the monthly magazine is finished.
The chairman has arrived! And justice will prevail!
He originally thought the chairman had really taken Pear Bro to slack off, but he didn't expect that the work could be completed so perfectly during the vacation!
…Sigh, if I step down as president, can I really become as perfect as Senior Li Si?
Fu Chi couldn't help but ask himself these questions, and felt immense pressure.
He often felt like a nobody, someone who had been inexplicably pushed into this position.
Perhaps it was just luck.
Li Si is already a junior. If he steps down... wouldn't I be in a miserable situation?
…etc.
Fu Chi's eyes suddenly lit up.
Who wrote the slogan? Brother Bei.
Who was in charge of the orientation? Brother Bei.
Who provided the inspiration and photos for the monthly magazine? It was Brother Bei again.
I understand.
All you need to do is try to please Brother Bei.
Do you know what's the most amazing thing?
Bei-ge is a second-year student just like him! He won't graduate with the student council president!
Hehe, Brother Bei... my Brother Bei... hehe.
…
Inside the office, Li Si had no idea what his vice chairman was thinking.
He tidied his desk.
With Xia Li absent, the office was especially quiet.
Come to think of it, she didn't come over at all today.
...Oh no, I think I've already been here.
Because Li Si discovered a thin... postcard was pressed under his water cup.
The top side features a photo of Wuzhen.
It was the very one he had sent out.
To Xia Li: Did you have fun?
Yes.
The postcard he sent was to the little girl who was right next to him at the time.
There was an extra line of text below this sentence, written in red pen, which made it stand out.
The handwriting looks familiar; the vertical strokes, horizontal strokes, and diagonal strokes are all rounded.
To Li Si: I'm unhappy!
Then came three huge words.
"What a waste of money!!!"
Li Si couldn't help but chuckle.
Then I tucked it between the pages of the book I had on hand.
My life feels empty; I want to pull off something big.
During our previous conversation, Lu Yibei mentioned that he was reading this book.
Li Si also bought a copy, which just arrived today.
Li Si stretched and got to work…
Oh wait, I've already assigned all the work to Fu Chi.
...
"Delicious oranges!"
Ma Jiaojiao gave Ji Qingqian a thumbs up: "It's so sweet, did Senior Lu buy it?"
Actually, it was his grandfather who bought it.
But Ji Qingqian nodded nonetheless.
"Um."
"It's sweet there, but it's sour..." Chu Chu ate the second one.
"For people who are prone to cravings, everything tastes sour," commented Wang Juerui.
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