Chapter 84: Companions
Lu Yi was worried that Cromwell had ulterior motives.
After all, he had glanced at the scrolls. Even if Cromwell had some intentions, these two scrolls had indeed caused a lot of bloodshed.
But as to whether Lu Yi's taking the scroll would satisfy his intentions?
I'm sorry, after all, this scroll is just an apology in name only.
Lu Yike never made any guarantees.
"I also believe that these two scrolls can play the greatest role in your hands." Cromwell nodded slightly, with a hint of relief and affirmation in his expression.
He really looked like a friendly and enthusiastic senior, and what happened yesterday was just an unexpected misunderstanding.
"And I don't think I have yet to congratulate you on your successful advancement to a first-level magician... Lu Yi, your magic power has improved again."
Lu Yi's smile did not fade. "I have only stepped into the threshold of a formal mage. I still have a lot to learn, senior."
"Magic is indeed a long-term study, and we all have a lot to learn." Cromwell agreed.
Saman, who was standing next to Lu Yi, was too lazy to join in their hypocrisy. He curled his lips and walked into the meeting room in a cool manner.
"Let's go, you guys chat slowly."
Lu Yi and Cromwell looked at each other.
Cromwell smiled and said, "Let's go in too."
Three people walked into the conference room one in front and two behind, and each sat down in front of the corresponding name tag.
Although the temporary meeting room on the tenth floor is simple, the most basic seating arrangement is still achieved. Four-color sofa chairs silently divide the twelve seats.
At this square table meeting, the four grades each acted independently and maneuvered among themselves.
Lu Yi and Cromwell sat at the head and the end of the table respectively.
Excluding the three temporarily vacant seats, there are currently nine people holding the twelve seats, two from the fourth grade, four from the third grade, two from the second grade, and one from the first grade, Lu Yi.
At this time, seven people were already seated in the conference room, and only the two black seats symbolizing the third grade were still empty.
In addition to the name tags, each person's seat was thoughtfully placed with a half-full glass of water, although no one present touched the glass of water.
Lu Yi sat calmly, looking at the other six people with different expressions without any expression.
Cromwell, who was in the lead, had a faint smile on his face. The short-haired brown-haired man sitting next to him had no expression on his face. It was hard to tell whether he was in a daze or thinking about something.
When Lu Yi's gaze fell on him silently, Milne's eyes instantly focused and met Lu Yi's sharply.
When he saw Lu Yi, he seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then gave him a somewhat shy and reserved smile.
Lu Yi also smiled at him, but he was muttering in his heart that this man looked difficult to deal with.
He is not easy to deal with, and his boss Cromwell is not simple either. On the surface, he seems to be at odds with Lu Yi, but Lu Yi dare not make a complete assertion about what he actually thinks.
Yesterday's meeting was more like a bluffing test, after seeing that Lu Yi was uncontrollable, they tried to exert initial pressure.
It's a pity that the magic riot turned things completely into a third situation.
But the problem is that until now, Lu Yi still doesn't understand why Cromwell is so sure that he will stand against the great nobles.
Even if the initial attempts were not satisfactory, they would simply give up the negotiations.
Lu Yi didn't believe that the chief of the twelve fourth-grade class leaders would be so reckless. There must be some key factors that influenced his decision.
But this factor is still unknown to him.
Lu Yi shifted his gaze away from the fourth-grade deputy head teacher.
Further down on one side was Saman with a nonchalant expression and a woman with shoulder-length hair who seemed to be lost in thought, and on the other side were two men separated by two empty seats.
The two sides in the middle are also very interesting.
Obviously, Saman and the woman on the left and the two men on the right should be students and colleagues of the same grade, but the atmosphere between them does not seem to be very harmonious.
I can only say that it is somewhat familiar, but not much.
Lu Yi wanted to meet their gazes one by one, trying to figure out their reactions, but at this time most of their eyes were cast towards the door of the meeting room.
The footsteps became clearer as the person approached.
The two third-grade chairmen who had not arrived yet finally arrived.
Lu Yi turned his head and met the leader's eyes.
The leader was a tall woman with a high red ponytail.
She had a superior skull, a full and round back, and several long braids tied in her hair. The woman had a calm expression, but there was a hint of domineering aura between her brows.
He is not a noble, but he looks more noble than many nobles.
In her hand she held a staff with a blade embedded at the end. The blade was smeared with blood, and even after the blood had solidified, one could still smell a fishy stench.
Lu Yi's gaze moved from her red eyes to the bloodstains on her cheek.
Judging from the color, it should not be her own blood, but the blood of the monster.
Lu Yi withdrew his gaze.
Yieta suppressed the inexplicable emotions in her heart, stretched out the back of her hand and swiftly wiped the place on her cheek that Lu Yi had just looked at.
"Sorry for being late. Our team is on a mission to exterminate monsters at the border."
She loosened her grip on the staff, and the staff disappeared the next second.
Yieta walked slowly forward, and when she passed Lu Yi at the end, two square handkerchiefs suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.
She glanced at Lu Yi and took the soft handkerchief.
When her fingertips touched the handkerchief, her first reaction was not to associate the moist warmth with the exquisite control of the fire and water elements.
It was a subtle, inexplicable emotion that she had suppressed with great difficulty.
There was a slight stirring in her heart.
"Thank you for the handkerchief," Yieta whispered.
Lu Yi smiled at him, thought for a moment and decided not to say something to spoil the mood, "The two handkerchiefs are for the two of you."
After all, his goodwill has been released.
He has no control over what the third graders think and do.
The expressions of the people in the room changed slightly at the simple interaction between Lu Yi and Yieta, but no one spoke until Yieta sat down.
When all nine people arrived, Cromwell, who was sitting at the head of the table, knocked on the table.
"Everyone, everyone is here."
"But have you met before? As is customary in previous years, you must first introduce yourself to our new prefect."
Cromwell stretched out his hand towards Lu Yi.
Everyone's eyes followed his hand and fell on Lu Yi.
The other eight people in the room were all one major stage higher than Lu Yi.
Facing the gazes of such a group of people, Lu Yi's expression remained unchanged and he remained calm and composed.
Those silent attempts at magic did not cause him any panic. He even smiled at Cromwell and spoke with a smile.
"This is a very friendly convention. Please allow me to express my gratitude to all the seniors first."
The blond, blue-eyed young man had a friendly and intimate smile, and his words naturally brought him closer to the listeners.
He must have carefully dressed himself before going out. Under his crisp gray school uniform jacket was a dark flannel shirt with different colored embroidery.
The top button of the collar was unbuttoned, and the slender white neck curved downward along the stiff line. The green and pink, which were made more vivid by the dark shirt, were eye-catching.
There were a few strands of scattered golden hair falling into the depression of the collarbone, refracting light like gold, making the already fair skin even more translucent.
There was a vague light in his deep blue eyes, which were clear and transparent without any desire.
But genuine beauty can easily bring out tendencies towards love and desire.
It doesn't matter what he is thinking or what he is doing.
Often, just a slight movement of the eyes is enough to capture everything.
Everyone had clearly already noticed his outstanding appearance, but at this moment, they couldn't help but be distracted by the impact of his smile.
Even Yieta, who was known for his decisiveness in killing, couldn't help but be distracted slightly.
Cromwell and Milne, who were sitting in the chairman's seat, also showed a hint of surprise in their eyes.
Cromwell coughed twice and said, "Let's start from my left hand..."
The other seven people at the seats began to briefly introduce themselves one by one, and Lu Yi looked at the person who was speaking with a focused gaze.
As he watched those who were talking, he silently drew a map of the interests involved in each person.
Cromwell, the fourth-year prefect, and Milne, the deputy prefect; Reilly, the third-year prefect; and Samantha, the second-year prefect, and Fuller, the second-year prefect.
These five people are all descendants of the absolute top nobility and the absolute center of power in Braceside.
The third grade class leader is Iyetta, and the deputy class leaders are Ikaro and Laurie.
These three are the only three civilians currently in the Twelve Seats.
Lu Yi still had a relaxed smile on his face, but his inner thoughts began to deepen.
Yieta and Ikaro are the head and deputy head of the third grade, so why are they still out on a mission?
The tasks they carry out are thankless tasks such as exterminating the border monsters.
Lu Yi silently took note of this doubt and planned to ask Saman for help next time.
After getting to know the people, the custom of introducing oneself was simply completed.
The meeting also began to get down to business.
Starting from the fourth grade, the class leaders began to briefly describe the recent situation of their grade. Most of them were trivial matters that were not worth paying attention to, so Lu Yi just listened to them from time to time.
After Saman's turn, it should have been Lu Yi's turn to narrate.
However, since this was Lu Yi's first time participating in the Twelve-seat Parliament, and considering that he had only been in office for a few days, he was only asked to briefly talk about his thoughts over the past few days and then left it at that.
Then there was a brief silence in the meeting room.
Lu Yi keenly noticed that the atmosphere among the crowd seemed to be quietly becoming tense.
Cromwell and Saman stared at each other, neither giving in to the other, their eyes almost sparking.
Lu Yi heard Cromwell speak softly.
"Because the deputy head of the first grade has not yet been selected, we will not discuss the vacant seats in the first grade for the time being."
"What we are mainly discussing today is..."
"These are the two chairperson positions that will be promoted to the second grade."
"Regarding this chair position, the college and I have a few ideas, and I hope everyone can discuss it together."
Lu Yi lowered his eyes slightly, and caught a glimpse of Saman quietly clenching his fists under the table.
…
"You'd better never leave Bryside in your life!"
Saman had an ugly expression on his face and threw the porcelain cup in his hand directly at the wall behind him.
The porcelain cup hit the white wall with great force, making a crisp sound, and immediately broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.
There was complete silence.
The meeting ended abruptly.
Saman was the first to leave the meeting room.
Despite Cromwell's close gaze, Lu Yi stood up calmly and left with Saman.
"Lu Yi." Cromwell called him.
Lu Yi paused slightly, turned his head and looked at Cromwell sitting in the chairman's seat with his peripheral vision.
Yieta, who was sitting in her original seat, wanted to call Lu Yi and say something to him, but when she saw Saman's hurried pace, she swallowed the words in her throat.
Forget it, there’s no rush.
Yieta frowned slightly, and her moving eyes accidentally saw Cromwell's smiling face, and her brows frowned even more.
Ikaro beside her had a puzzled look on his face, as if asking her why she didn't call out Lu Yi.
Yieta just reached out and pressed her sleeve, shook her head slightly and didn't explain anything.
The conference room, where two people had already left, was unusually quiet. The remaining people no longer had the desire to continue the conversation and left one after another.
Lu Yisaman and the other person who left first had already left the student conference building.
Saman walked fast, so Lu Yi also quickened his pace to keep up with him.
He took out a bottle of black drink from his space ring and handed it to Saman.
Saman was still immersed in anger and didn't want to have any communication with the outside world.
If it wasn't Lu Yi who was following him, he would have probably shouted at him to get out.
"What is this? Is it some new type of calming potion? Do you think I need to use drugs to control my emotions now? Lu Yi, I'm not Cromwell, that big dreamer with a head full of oil!"
His anger was so vivid that it was even somewhat like a cartoon that Lu Yi had read before, so that Lu Yi could not feel anything other than helplessness about the sharpness of his words at this moment.
"Yes, this is an expensive potion that costs 500 gold coins per bottle! It's not even available on the market yet. I stole it from the Klein family's private vault. I only have a few bottles left. If it weren't for our good relationship, I wouldn't be willing to give it to you... Just decide whether you want to drink it or not!"
I don’t know what he said just now that touched Saman, but Saman’s expression suddenly relaxed a lot.
He glanced at Lu Yi and reached out to take the black drink from Lu Yi's hand.
"Isn't it just 500 gold coins? Do you think I can't afford a mere 500 gold coins?"
Lu Yi blinked, "I didn't say that. After all, you are a great painter whose paintings can be auctioned for 100 million gold coins. A mere 500 gold coins must be a drop in the bucket for you."
Saman's expression became somewhat sarcastic when he heard this.
"One hundred million? My paintings are not worth that much. It's just some boring and ugly political deal."
All they need is a famous, gifted and talented heir.
As for how much his paintings are worth? That doesn't matter.
Lu Yi sensed some secrets from his words and asked evasively, "Then let's not talk about the highest price, just the average market value. If I want to buy one of your paintings, how many gold coins do I need to pay?"
Samantha turned her head and looked at him carefully.
"Excluding that uninteresting work, most of my paintings are sold for around 10 million gold coins." He paused, "But if the buyer is you, you only need to pay one gold coin to take away a painting."
Lu Yi pretended to be flattered and said, "...So I have such a high status in the senior's heart?"
A gold coin, what’s the difference between this and giving it away for free?
Saman looked lazy and said nonchalantly, "Little brother Lu Yi, I've already told you that I admire your painting very much. It's just a painting."
"I don't want to, even 100 million gold coins won't help."
"I am willing to pay for what I have done."
Lu Yi was somewhat touched and took out another bottle of the same black drink from his space ring.
"Dear friends, cheers to our revolutionary friendship!"
Lu Yi now somewhat recognizes that they are people on the same path.
Don't divide anything based on simple identity.
The same rebellion in the context of this era.
Saman raised his eyebrows. "Revolution? You want to start a revolution? So ambitious..."
Lu Yi's expression froze, and he smiled bitterly, "You spoke without thinking. What revolution? Did you hear it wrong, senior?"
"Maybe." Saman looked regretful. "If I had known this earlier, I should have learned from Cromwell..."
Lu Yi looked at him puzzledly.
Saman said slowly: "Carry a magic stone or device that can record."
In this era, it was a very sensitive matter for aristocrats to hear the word "revolution".
Lu Yi smiled, "Go ahead and record it, my accomplice, I will take you with me even if I die."
In terms of status, both of them are from great noble families with countless eyes glued to them, and the fear they face is also self-evident.
"An accomplice." Saman subconsciously repeated Lu Yi's words.
"Excellent description, I love that word."
He unscrewed the lid of the glass bottle in his hand.
The moment Saman got the black drink, he realized that it was not a magic potion.
It's just an ordinary alcoholic beverage with no effect.
And based on Saman's countless experiences of drinking, it's likely that the alcohol content is not very high.
Only teenagers like Lu Yi, no, kids like this like this love to drink, Saman thought.
After all, he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk when he was young.
He hadn't drunk such a childish sugary drink for a long time, so he just made an exception and drank with Lu Yi.
"Cheers to those who go along with the bad guys!" Saman said and drank the black drink in the bottle.
"puff--"
Saman's attempt to force himself to swallow it failed, and a mouthful of black drink spurted out.
Saman's brows were furrowed, his expression seemed to be somewhat painful, and he coughed intermittently in a low voice.
The irritating gas that kept surging in his nose and throat gave him a very subtle feeling.
It feels uncomfortable, but also a bit refreshing.
Anyway, it is very difficult to describe in words.
Lu Yi supported him and patted his back gently with his hands.
Lu Yi's expression was weird, as if he was trying to hold back a laugh, but his face looked a little distorted because he couldn't help it.
"…No, what on earth is this thing? Alcohol? It doesn't look like alcohol. I've never drunk such a strange drink…"
Saman frowned tightly and shook the empty glass bottle in his hand in confusion.
"Pfft, cough cough." Lu Yi's eyes curved into two crescents, "This is the Klein family's latest zero-alcohol, zero-degree super black wine!"
"What?" Saman was confused.
Can alcohol with zero alcohol still be called wine?
"Yes!" Lu Yi said confidently, "Cola wine! Have you ever heard of it? But you won't get drunk no matter how much you drink..."
Saman held the handkerchief Lu Yi handed to him, wiped his mouth and sneered: "How much more do you want to drink? Is there really anyone who can drink this stuff? And drink too much!"
He never wanted to try that strange feeling of anger rushing to his head again!
Drinking the strange drink handed to him by Lu Yi without any precautions was the second wrong decision he made today!
——The first mistake was to attend the meeting of the twelve seats.
Lu Yi suppressed his laughter and said in disapproval, "Hey, hey, hey, what you said is wrong and full of prejudice. Coke wine is obviously delicious, okay?"
Samantha pointed to his nose wordlessly.
"No, who would drink the Coke in one go like you?"
If he can't be happy by blowing Coke into the bottle, who can?
"Couldn't you have reminded me in advance?" Saman asked angrily.
"Brother, did you give me time to remind you?" Lu Yi said helplessly.
As soon as the cork was twisted, the liquid poured directly into his throat.
Lu Yi wanted to stop him but he couldn't!
"Well, it's what I deserve. I dropped a cup and spilled some water, and then I was sprayed with wine..." Saman looked sad and walked forward unsteadily.
Lu Yi watched him leave, and finally couldn't help but ask one more question.
"Senior Saman, what do you think of Coke? Would you like some more? I'll give you a discount when it's available in Klein's store later~"
Saman paused, with the aftertaste of cola still in his mouth.
He tried to hold it in, but in the end, driven by his true thoughts, he said honestly, "It's just so-so... How much discount can you give me?"
"The original price is 500 gold coins, but thanks to your patronage, it's only 499! Our cola wine is high-end..."
Saman turned her head to look at him, but she couldn't say anything harsh to Lu Yi's handsome face.
He could only turn his head back fiercely again, and when he could no longer see Lu's face, he said viciously: "Get lost!"
His painting, which was worth a thousand gold coins, was sold to him for only one gold coin, and this good boy gave him a discount like this?
It’s better not to take this discount!
…
A few days passed in a flash.
These days, Lu Yi lives a life of going to and from work.
He wandered around the teaching buildings of various colleges to attend classes, learned some rare magic from teacher Ares, and handled what matters he could currently handle in the student office building.
Because the makeshift team had not yet been set up, Lu Yi was the only first-year student living on the entire first and second floors.
He often visited the second-grade students' territory upstairs.
It should be quite provocative for junior students to often be in the territory of senior students. Even the prefect would not be welcomed by the senior prefects and deputy prefects.
But things took a 180-degree turn for Lu Yi.
Be it the second-grade class leader Saman, deputy class leaders Dui and Biero, or other second-grade students working on the floor, everyone from top to bottom welcomed Lu Yi's arrival.
But in just a few days, Lu Yi even had his own office on the fourth floor.
It's ridiculous, but that's what happened.
As a freshman, he not only had free access to the sophomores' territory, but he also blatantly and brazenly owned a personal office.
Lu Yi himself felt a little unbelievable.
On the one hand, the prefects have a close personal relationship with him, and on the other hand, many second-year students want to see him out of various selfish reasons.
Sometimes, Lu Yi's arrival even made them happier than Saman's.
Lu Yi was flattered by such unusual enthusiasm, and while sitting in front of Saman he was still marveling at the enthusiasm of the second-year seniors.
Saman sneered, "Come on, that's because you've never worked with these troublemakers. You don't know anything about the second-year student union. I don't even know how these troublemakers were recruited in the first place. Now I can't even get rid of them. It's so frustrating..."
Lu Yi blinked at him and asked suspiciously: "...Is it as exaggerated as you said? Many people from the third and fourth floors have helped me these days..."
Enthusiastic and very helpful.
This is Lu Yi’s biggest feeling in the past few days.
Whenever he encountered any problems on the third or fourth floor and needed help, the people around him would immediately run to his side to help him, and many of them even temporarily put down what they were busy with.
Hearing this, Saman sneered, "What a bunch of traitors! Who can tell whether they are wearing white or gray uniforms?"
Lu Yi was happy. "I will go to the office tomorrow to get some grey school uniforms. I will give them to everyone I see and transfer them all to the first and second floors! I am worried about not having enough manpower now..."
"Heh." Saman snorted, "Why don't you just take off your school uniform jacket and give it to me? I'll just demote myself right here and go with you."
"Really?" Lu Yi pretended to take off his school uniform jacket.
Although most magicians are physically strong, Saman was still subconsciously worried that Lu Yi would catch a cold, so he reached out and pressed his shoulder, straightening his coat.
"I'm just kidding. Do you really want me to work for you for free? That's a nice thought." Saman muttered, "By the way, have you decided on the candidate for deputy class leader? The members of the first-year student union should also be finalized one by one."
The smile on Lu Yi's face faded slightly, and he said in distress: "In fact, I have no idea at all. Although I have seen a few candidates, I am not sure whether they should be the ones, and they may not sign up for the selection of the deputy head, right?"
Although the student unions at all levels and the twelve seats are the pinnacle of student power in Bleedingside, not everyone is pursuing this power.
Even Lu Yi was not sure that the candidates he was watching would definitely sign up.
Saman shook his head and said with certainty: "I thought you were worried about something... You don't need to worry about this kind of thing, okay? They will definitely sign up, for sure."
"Why do you have to sign up?" Lu Yi asked puzzledly.
If the champion of the freshman competition had not automatically become class leader, Lu Yi himself would probably not have considered joining the student union.
Saman looked at Lu Yi's clear blue eyes that were full of doubt, and was rarely speechless.
Should he tell him directly: No, Lu Yi, you underestimate your own charm. Even if it’s just for you, capable first-year students will sign up crazily and try to squeeze in with you.
What a great opportunity this is, to follow you legitimately, to watch you, to be at your disposal.
Saman sighed silently and said impatiently, "Don't ask so many questions, kid. Just listen. Have I ever lied to you? If you don't believe me, wait until the registration list is calculated tomorrow and you will know!"
…
The next day, when the statistical list was delivered to Lu Yi's office on the second floor, Biero happened to come to deliver something to him.
Biero was stunned when he saw the thick stacks of registration forms.
He rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not seeing things.
He was about to leave when he immediately turned around and said in disbelief, "Isn't this too many? Oh, my God of Light! I'm afraid that all the first-year students who meet the registration requirements have submitted their registration forms to you, right?"
This was the first time Lu Yi received an application form and he had no idea what it was. He was a little confused when he heard what Biero said: "Is it that exaggerated? How is it possible that everyone who meets the application requirements has submitted it..."
"How is it impossible? Let me calculate it for you."
Biero took the registration form from Lu Yi's hand, which was so large that he couldn't even hold it with one hand, and roughly estimated the number of papers in the stack.
"This year, Bryside will recruit about 2,000 to 3,000 students from across the continent. Based on the requirements for deputy prefects in previous years, it is estimated that only a quarter of them meet the requirements, and one fifth is about 400 to 600 people."
Biello stroked the thick paper in his hand. "According to the standard of two to three pages per person, there are at least five hundred registration forms here!"
After Biero finished his calculations, regardless of Lu Yi's reaction, he himself was even more shocked.
"The registration rate is close to 100%, my God of Light! This is definitely the session with the highest registration rate since the establishment of the Braceside prefect and deputy prefect system!" Biero looked at Lu Yi in disbelief.
Although he had expected that the competition for the deputy class leader position would be very fierce due to Lu Yi's presence, he really didn't expect it to be this intense.
Five hundred people were selected into two, and the participants were all outstanding people who had passed the preliminary screening.
"You have to know that our boss, Saman, was also a popular prefect who was particularly well-liked. However, there were only about 300 people who signed up for the last term... By the time you got here, the number had doubled."
Biero exclaimed in amazement, and at the same time, in his heart, he mourned for these younger brothers who were about to participate in fierce competition.
I didn't catch up with the good times.
But from a certain perspective, they have also caught up with the best era.
Lu Yi nodded, but was not happy about the doubling of the number of applicants.
——Or rather, he never attributed the sudden increase in the number of people to himself.
Lu Yi just continued to ask in confusion: "Then how should I promote the selection of this deputy class leader? I don't think there is any specific competition. Do you want me to organize the competition? If the winner becomes the deputy class leader, then what is the point of my selection?"
Biero was almost confused by him, and finally his eyes fell directly on Lu Yi's face and said, "Stop!"
Lu Yi was startled by his sudden loud shout, blinking and looking at him in confusion.
Under his focused gaze, Biero's old face turned red. He paused for a long time before taking a deep breath and said, "...It doesn't have to be that complicated."
"Um?"
"I mean, it really doesn't have to be that complicated. Lu Yi, the power that Bryside gives to prefects is greater than you think.
"The election of deputy prefects is entirely yours, and you have full authority to decide how to select them.
"It can be a 1v1 magic duel, you can give them a test paper to answer, or any other variety of challenges, or even nothing at all.
"All of our actions are just to provide you with reference data for selection. The final decision is still up to you."
Lu Yi nodded thoughtfully, "Then I have another question. What if the other candidates are not satisfied with the deputy head I picked?"
Biero paused, his expression becoming serious: "If you are not convinced, then challenge me. If you fail seven times in a month, you will automatically step down.
"Although the deputy prefects are all selected by the prefects themselves, only those who are truly capable are worthy of standing beside the prefects."
This is their choice, and they must bear the corresponding price for it.
Everyone wanted to stand by Lu Yi's side.
There are only two positions for deputy prefects.
Lu Yi nodded, "One last question, when is the latest time for the candidate to be submitted? Can it be after the grade trial competition?"
"Of course, if you're not in a hurry, you can choose after the semester is over."
"It's just..." Biero glanced at the pile of documents on Lu Yi's desk, his expression was self-evident.
Lu Yi finally decided to wait until the grade trial competition was over before considering the candidate for deputy grade leader.
He needs some time to observe the candidate targets in his mind.
As for the matters that needed to be dealt with? With the help of the second-year students, he was still able to handle them. The deputy head teacher said it was not urgent.
Besides, the grade trial competition is only a few days away.
…
It was a rare sunny day for the grade trial competition.
After a few days of cloudy weather, the sun finally came out in Braeside, shining brightly and radiating warm sunshine for thousands of miles. Under the warm light, even the weeds on the roadside became greener, as if they would drip green juice in the next second.
The complex pointed-roof architecture of the teaching building was shrouded in warm colors; the cold and hard lines suddenly softened, and the white pigeons perched on the eaves stayed longer.
The warm sun with just the right amount of heat shone on his body, making Lu Yi squint his eyes comfortably.
As the head of the first grade, he stood next to the principal during the announcement before the grade trial began.
The principal's tone of voice when reading the speech was still as slow and leisurely as a lullaby, and the warm sunlight made people even more drowsy.
Lu Yi stood on the stage and could clearly see a large number of people in the audience falling asleep with their eyes closed.
He was also feeling sleepy, but because the principal was standing next to him, he forced himself not to fall asleep.
Lu Yi simply turned his attention to the source of hypnosis, the principal.
Therefore, Lu Yi did not notice that, except for those who were unconscious, the rest of the awake students were watching him, either openly or secretly, whether they were first-year or second-year students.
He just stared at the principal intently.
The old principal's beard trembled when he was stared at by his affectionate eyes, which seemed to be full of affection even without a smile, and he accidentally misread the manuscript in his hand.
But fortunately, apart from Lu Yi, no one noticed his harmless little mistake.
Lu Yi noticed his slip of the tongue and blinked in curiosity.
The old principal couldn't stand his leisurely attitude, so he changed the speech on impulse and said, "... Next, let's welcome the first-grade chairman, Lu Yi Klein, to give a brief speech on the grade trial competition!"
The old principal immediately moved to the other side of the stage and gave the podium to Lu Yi.
Lu Yi was caught off guard by the sudden situation and looked up at the principal.
After seeing the principal winking at him, Lu Yi was suddenly at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He turned to look at the students below the stage who had all woken up at some point, and gave a faint smile.
Lu Yi adjusted the loudspeaker on the podium.
"Hello everyone, I am the new first-year class leader, Lu Yi Klein..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a thunderous applause from the audience, mixed with cheers.
Just a simple and plain introduction aroused such enthusiastic cheers.
The smile on Lu Yi's face deepened.
The author has something to say:
Tell me loudly whether you like Rijiu or not! ! ! !
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