Su Ci couldn't figure it out for a while, so Chu Junling adjusted his mood and taught her with a smile how to activate the phone card and how to access the resource library.
"Senior, please fill in the president's secretary as your visiting identity."
"Huh? I didn't..."
Plan to apply for the position of Student Union Secretary.
The school implements student self-government. The power of the student union even far exceeds that of senior leaders. Department heads and presidents have the right to hire secretaries to assist in affairs.
It is a high-paying position with monthly remuneration ranging from tens to hundreds of thousands of yuan, depending on the ministers' wishes and the secretary's performance.
In addition, there are many other rights of passage.
Whether it's ordinary students seeking generous remuneration or young masters and ladies seeking to curry favor with the powerful, the position of student union secretary is worth fighting for even at the cost of blood and sweat.
Chu Junling had just taken office and the secretary position was vacant. Given his influence and that of the Chu family, the applications would probably pile up to the ceiling.
Of course, Su Ci was also tempted by the remuneration, but the capitalist's cake was not something that a poor exchange student could touch.
Rather than becoming the target of public criticism, it is better to avoid the spotlight temporarily, which can save a lot of trouble.
Seeing Su Ci's hesitation, Chu Junling sat down next to her and helped her check the option of president's secretary.
"Don't you have any? Well, you can have it now."
"The president's secretary has management and approval authority, it's just a figurehead. How could I bear to ask a senior to do menial tasks? And I certainly wouldn't use my position to take advantage of a senior."
He sat very close, his angular jaw resting lightly on Su Ci's shoulder, and asked in a casual tone.
"Or is it that Senior Sister's lack of disdain is all a show for me, and she actually doesn't want to be tied to me at all, even as a nominal secretary?"
The sticky and moist gaze fell on the snow-white, slender swan neck. Below the beauty's tendons was the pulsating carotid artery, which inexplicably increased the frequency of Chu Junling's heartbeat.
"Why aren't you talking, Senior?"
"Did I guess your true thoughts?"
The suppressed emotions in his tone became more intense.
In fact, Su Ci didn't answer him for just a few seconds, and he became visibly flustered.
His barrage of questioning seemed a bit aggressive, making it difficult for her to get a word in.
After hesitating for a moment, Su Ci raised her hand and rubbed his head, soothing the anxious puppy in a gentle voice.
"No, I'm just surprised that you would just give me such an important position like that."
Family background is only the minimum threshold. Even children from upper-middle-class families have to pass multiple rounds of selection if they want to join the student union, and they must have an A-level or above comprehensive ability score to be selected.
"Really? I'm never casual."
Senior sister is too self-deprecating. How could a person who has been so particular about everything before he was born be careless about the major events in life? Choosing senior sister is his destiny.
Although he said it was just a nominal title, Chu Junling took out an exquisitely crafted purple-gold brooch from his pocket.
He half-knelt on the carpet and pinned the brooch that indicated his identity to his uniform with his own hands, his expression pious and gentle.
"This way, no one will bully me," he chuckled, with a touch of innocence. "Congratulations on your job, my dear secretary."
“Knock knock knock—”
There was a knock on the office door, followed by a slight click of the door lock, and then someone pushed the door open.
"Jun Ling, regarding the Tong family banquet, you..."
The familiar tone gradually disappeared, replaced by an awkward inquiry.
"Sorry, I came at a bad time."
"That's fine."
Chu Junling stood up as if no one was around, patted the wrinkles on his suit pants, then looked up at Feng Ji'e coldly, with displeasure and jealousy hidden in his eyes.
"If you have something to say, just keep your eyes to yourself."
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