It was morning, and Li Ming gathered all the student representatives in the auditorium. The audience below was bustling with people, while he stood on the stage, looking down at them arrogantly.
After everyone had entered, he slowly patted the microphone and said, "Everyone, you must all know me. I am the president of this year's student council, Li Ming."
"All student affairs will pass through me. I believe that some of you freshmen will get to know me better after studying at F University for a year."
Li Ming's tone was full of arrogance and disdain, which caused some of the freshmen below to stir, but they were quickly restrained by the others around them.
"Damn, who does he think he is..."
"You know what, Li Ming is like that, nobody at F University dares to mess with him."
Upon hearing this, the freshman finally shut his mouth.
After everyone quieted down, Li Ming chuckled and changed the subject: "There are two things I wanted to discuss with everyone today."
"First, let everyone get to know me. As the president of the student union, I will serve my fellow students, and of course, I hope that all of you will cooperate with my work."
"Secondly, let me announce the results of the handling of the recent serious incident. You should all be aware of the assault that occurred near Ximen recently, right?"
Li Ming paused here, his gaze sweeping across the densely packed crowd below: "The investigation is now complete—"
Before Li Ming could finish speaking, accompanied by the clatter of high heels on the floor, a girl in a short skirt walked up from the side, followed by the tall Song Xijun, who kept her hands behind her back.
"Ruan Qing'an, what are you and Song Xijun doing here?"
"This matter is settled—"
His voice stopped abruptly, and he couldn't help but frown. Just as Ruan Qing'an was about to speak, his gaze fell on Song Xijun beside her.
Song Xijun kept his head down, his slightly long hair obscuring his expression, and his plain black-rimmed glasses blocking his eyes. He still had that gloomy and inconspicuous look, and seemed easy to bully.
But through her hair, Song Xijun slightly raised her eyes, and Li Ming subconsciously took a step back, inexplicably recalling Song Xijun's appearance in the office, a silent sense of fear creeping into his heart.
Could it be that the story about Song Xijun hitting someone is true...?
How could that be? Li Ming knows Song Xijun well; she's a complete bookworm and would never do something like that.
Li Ming's lips twitched, and at that moment Ruan Qing'an had already come up in front of him, snatched the microphone from Li Ming's hand, and smiled brightly: "You said it, a public apology."
"...Hmph, you're smart enough to know what's good for you. Since that's the case, then you can do it."
Li Ming glanced at Song Xijun standing next to Ruan Qing'an before stepping off the stage and standing aside to watch. He had thought these two might have some ability, but it seemed they were nothing special.
Ruan Qing'an ignored Li Ming and held up the microphone: "Hello students, I am Ruan Qing'an, and the person next to me is Song Xijun, the perpetrator of this assault incident."
Upon hearing this, the entire assembly hall fell silent, and all eyes were focused on Ruan Qing'an. Did this really mean he was going to publicly apologize?
She continued, "I am sorry for giving false testimony to Song Xijun, although I don't know how I managed to forge the surveillance video in just one morning."
“But I know I definitely have a way. I don’t know the method, but the Chairman certainly does. So I’m sorry for forging the surveillance video that they attacked first.”
"At the same time, I also want to apologize on behalf of Song Xijun, the perpetrator, to the classmates and the students who were beaten. Although Song Xijun is physically weak and cannot lift his arms or shoulders."
"But the power of adrenaline is outstanding. He can actually take on multiple people and beat them down. It's like a god descending to earth, a war god returning. So I'm sorry, he himself doesn't even know he's capable."
The entire hall fell into complete silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Everyone stared in disbelief at Nguyen Thanh An, who was speaking on the stage, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.
Li Ming's face was ashen, his expression livid, and he looked at Ruan Qing'an with such hatred that he wanted to devour her alive.
Every word Nguyen Thanh An uttered was an apology, but when put together, it was incredibly sarcastic. Every sentence was an apology, yet everyone knew the underlying meaning.
Li Ming strode onto the stage, angrily heading towards Ruan Qing'an: "Ruan Qing'an, don't talk nonsense!"
"What nonsense did I say? Wasn't I apologizing?"
Ruan Qing'an hid behind Song Xijun, grabbed his clothes with one hand, leaned on his shoulder, and looked at Li Ming with a puzzled expression: "Chairman, you are so hard to please."
“Apologizing won’t work, and not apologizing won’t work either. Song Xijun and I will work hard to learn how to forge videos, and we will also work hard to improve our physical fitness so that we can take on multiple opponents at once.”
"Nguyen Thanh An—"
Li Ming's anger completely overwhelmed him. He strode forward and reached out to snatch the microphone from Ruan Qing'an's hand. His movements were rough and savage, as if he wanted to devour her whole.
But the moment he reached out, Song Xijun, who was standing in front of Ruan Qing'an, darkened her eyes, raised her hand and grabbed Li Ming's wrist, controlling him tightly so that he couldn't move at all.
Li Ming's face darkened as he tried to struggle, but he met Song Xijun's gaze through his hair, as if she were looking at a dead man.
A sense of panic gripped him, and he struggled even harder. He thought it would be like before, all his strength was in vain, but this time it was different. He easily shook off Song Xijun.
The next moment—
With a dull thud as he fell to the ground, Song Xijun, who had just managed to catch Li Ming's snatch, collapsed to the ground, revealing his hands that had been hidden behind his back.
Gasps of alarm came from the dense crowd below. They could clearly see large bruises on Song Xijun's arm as she lay on the ground, indicating that she was seriously injured.
Song Xijun coughed softly, lying on the ground, clutching her arm, trembling with pain. She looked pitiful, weak, and helpless—a truly pitiful little thing.
Li Ming stood there, stunned, staring blankly at Song Xijun. Before he could react, Ruan Qing'an had already strode forward, squatted down, and anxiously checked the injury on Song Xijun's arm.
"Waaah, Xijun, you're still injured, how can you go up against the Chairman?"
"Look how badly you're injured, waaaaah, what if you die?"
Song Xijun, feigning illness while clutching her chest: ...
Dawn, who just shook his head: ...
Song Xijun was perfectly fine until yesterday, and Leon Lai simply couldn't believe that she could be so badly injured in just one night.
Li Ming strode forward, but immediately noticed the paint marks on his arm, and his expression changed drastically.
Consumed by rage, Li Ming squatted down, grabbed Song Xijun by the collar, and his face contorted with rage: "You fucking lied?!"
"Don't talk nonsense, Chairman. He has already apologized. What more do you want?"
Ruan Qing'an was so anxious that she burst into tears, and quickly blocked Song Xijun's arm.
The unexpected turn of events on stage caused a huge uproar among the crowd below. They were far away and could only see the terrible injury on Song Xijun's hand, making Li Ming seem even more unreasonable.
Seeing the crowd below start shouting, Li Ming snapped out of his daze, stood up abruptly, and glared at them with a cold expression: "Everyone shut up!"
Dawn's identity plunged the entire auditorium into a brief silence, but in the next moment—
The doors of the Great Hall were flung open, and a cacophony of footsteps filled the air.
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