The revenge plan of the three school beauties (V) "Tianyancha."...
The synagogue has become what it was when I last came.
I looked up and saw pairs of eyes waiting earnestly.
Among a group of black eyes, the six pairs of eyes of rare colors are particularly eye-catching.
They stopped laughing and looked at me.
I smiled slightly.
The lecture begins.
…
"Oh my god... I really got into the right school. I can actually see the president in person!"
"I heard that the principal and the president have a good personal relationship."
"Will this kind of benefit be available in the future? My sister is a die-hard fan of the president. If this is true, we won't have to worry about her grades in the future. She will get into our school even if she tries her best."
After the lecture, the students returned in an orderly procession.
I stood on the second floor and looked down.
The students lined up neatly, no longer as loose as when they came. A few students had already taken out their vocabulary books and were reciting as they walked.
One good news, one bad news.
The good news is that my guess was correct.
My observation and presence can reduce the impact of outsiders on indigenous people.
The bad news is that the influence of outsiders cannot be completely eliminated.
The students who were influenced to become extremely obsessed with looks and admire strong men transferred a large part of their enthusiasm for the six people to me.
"The president is so domineering! He is simply my dream president!" A young girl fainted with happiness and was taken away by the school doctor.
"Ahhh, I actually saw the president with my own eyes. Such stunning beauty actually exists! I'm going to faint when I think about the president and I breathing the same air!" A young boy covered his chest shyly.
"The president doesn't deliberately put on airs, but he makes people feel that he is out of reach. He is full of momentum and domineering. Why don't you call the president my emperor from now on!"
"I think '霸气帝王' sounds more domineering!"
Everything went dark before my eyes.
Although I have been prepared to pay a price after coming forward, this price is too high.
"Wait, doesn't the president only like people to call him president? You guys who call him president by his honorific title wouldn't like that, right?"
"Yes, thanks for your reminder!"
"I think we should read more books and get good grades. The president talked about the importance of learning in the lecture. He must like students who love to learn!"
"…I'm done. I got into this school only because of my hard work. I'm not a genius. How can I compete with those geniuses?"
"Don't be discouraged. It's better to learn than not to learn, right? Your IQ is no match for a genius, but you can't be incompetent. Most people are just ordinary people. What matters is hard work!"
“…You’re right!”
More and more students are quickening their pace towards the classroom.
It seems that the effect of this lecture was not in vain, and my preparation for it was not in vain.
I moved my neck and realized that my spine was a little stiff due to the tension.
I can't help but feel fortunate that almost everyone knows that I like to be called the president, otherwise my title might become "Overlord" or "Emperor".
There seemed to be a very light laugh coming from behind me. I turned around and saw the assistant's smiling face as usual.
I smiled, "Did you laugh just now?"
The assistant said seriously, "I thought of something happy."
"What's so happy about that? Are you happier than your boss being called a 'honorific title'?"
I looked at the assistant and the assistant looked at me.
Finally, he couldn't help laughing and said, "Sorry, President, I just think the students respect you very much."
The corners of his lips curled up, and the corners of his eyes also curved up. It was completely different from his usual smile.
Suddenly, I didn't feel so ashamed. I folded my arms and leaned back against the window, jokingly saying, "If I really get called a 'honorific name' by these kids, do you think you can get away with it?"
"President, I don't think my presence is high enough for students to give me a respectful title."
"Really? I think the students won't let you go. What do you think, my Royal Guards Commander?"
"Hmm... sounds good and handsome. I thought it would be a title like the Grand Eunuch."
The assistant smiled slightly, calm and composed.
At this time, the enthusiastic students downstairs also thought of the assistant and excitedly suggested, "Oh, right! The president can't have a title, but the president's assistant can, right?"
"That's right! The assistant follows the president loyally. Wherever there is a president, there is an assistant. The president values him very much. I heard from my father that the assistant himself is also very outstanding. The president's assistant should also have a respectful title!"
"How about calling me the Imperial Assistant? Imperial Assistant for short!"
"It's also great to call you Assistant Sir."
"I think it's better to call him Guardian Hegemony."
"That's right, but does anyone remember what the assistant looked like? I just remember that he should be quite handsome, but I forgot what he looked like exactly."
"I don't remember either."
"Strange, I have no impression of that either."
"In that case, why not call him the mysterious guardian who has no shadow or trace?"
I looked at the assistant.
The assistant's frank smile finally froze on his face.
"But the president only likes to be called the president, so would the assistant also only like to be called the assistant?"
"Yeah, that's hard to say."
"Forget it, maybe we should stop giving the assistant honorific titles for now."
The students reached a consensus.
I raised my eyebrows and looked at the assistant who was slowly relaxing his body.
The assistant smiled bitterly, "Boss, it's a good thing you only like to be called Boss."
"Um."
I responded and suddenly remembered that this is what I told my assistant when we first met.
"Don't call me sir, call me president."
He has been shouting like this for many years.
"I took over the family business early. Calling me Young Master makes me look too young, and calling me Old Master doesn't make me look senior enough. So I'll call him Director..."
I was suddenly in a trance, and then I continued the second half of the sentence facing the assistant's curious gaze.
"...Calling you director sounds too old, so calling you president is the best for me."
[Tsk, CEO, Chief Arbitrator, sounds cooler.]
[However, the position of director is higher than that of president. ]
[It doesn’t matter. I will make sure that when everyone hears the title of “President”, they will think of me——]
【I can only think of myself.】
[Okay, then I'll wait for that day.]
…
I couldn't help but press my forehead.
Have I ever told anyone about this?
How come I don’t remember?
"Boss, are you feeling unwell? Do you need to call a doctor?"
The assistant came forward and I waved my hand and stood up.
"Nothing, I just seemed to remember a dream."
I have a photographic memory, so there is nothing I can't remember, unless the memory itself is vague.
This kind of memory is often my dream.
It is normal for dreams to be bizarre and for memories to be confused and vague.
As I was thinking this, I heard Yingxue below calling out to a classmate.
"Hello, I want to ask, why do you all call the gentleman who just gave the speech the president? Is he famous?"
The student showed a strange expression, but still said, "The world's largest corporate group, Huanxing Group, is under his name."
“Whenever the president is mentioned, he will be thought of.”
"There can be many presidents, but there can only be one person who is referred to as the president."
After he said this, he couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Charming, don't you know?"
The six people looked at each other. Yingxue stroked her long pink hair and smiled charmingly, "I understand. Thank you."
Yingxue's smile was extremely lethal. The student stared at her in a daze, two streams of blood spurted out of his nose, and he fainted with his face up and a smile on his face.
Yingxue asked in surprise, "Bing, when will a Huanxing Group emerge? Isn't your 'Shangxue' number one?"
Yuedie cutely frowned, "I've never heard of this person before. Could it be that another leader has emerged from the Forest of Despair?"
Bing Lei pointed quickly, "I found out that he is indeed the owner of the largest company here."
She turned the screen towards the two of them, and Yingxue was a little surprised, "How come there was no news about such a strong opponent before?"
Yuedie looked at Binglei in surprise, "Bing, what do you mean by 'here'?"
Bing Lei said calmly, "It was a slip of the tongue."
strangeness.
They don't seem to know that they have traveled through time and space, and still think that this world is their world?
I think of the entire school that was affected.
Perhaps because the school was affected and changed, they came out of the forest of despair without realizing that they had entered a different world.
interesting.
I chuckled, and Yingxue looked up sharply, "Who?!"
I stood by the window, smiling and nodding at them, "Hello, directors of Bingshang, Yingshang, and Yueshang."
The three of them looked at me in disbelief, and took defensive postures, asking vigilantly, "How do you know our identities?!"
I raised my chin to my assistant.
The assistant smiled and answered patiently.
"Use the Sky Eye to check."
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