Chapter 104 Nobles 2
To foster camaraderie and camaraderie among peers, the Silver Oak dormitory only offers two-person and four-person rooms. Even if the children of the powerful and wealthy are unwilling, they dare not act presumptuously in front of the several century-old families and obediently move into the dormitory.
As for those at the very top of the power structure, they can do whatever they want anywhere, but they don't need a residence to demonstrate their individuality, which is considered a behavior of the nouveau riche.
The dormitory on the top floor of Beichen Building.
The thick wool carpet absorbed all footsteps, and a faint fragrance filled the air. It was so quiet that you could hear the slight rustling of the wind through the treetops outside the window.
The pristine white carpet is changed daily. Lu Xuejin sinks barefoot into it, the veins on her snow-white insteps winding and elegant, like clusters of blue and white porcelain.
"Oh, what a rare guest!"
A slightly mocking voice broke the silence of the room.
Lu Xuejin turned her head to look.
His roommate was slumped in the sofa, his long legs casually draped over an expensive low table.
Gu Xihe has an extremely flamboyant appearance, with slightly upturned eyes. He wears a silk nightgown with a loose collar that reveals a bit of muscle definition, making him look like a leopard, extremely dangerous.
An inquiring gaze swept over them. "Our young master, who's always so busy and rarely seen, suddenly has the leisure to go back to school? This isn't like you."
Lu Xuejin didn't reply, but poured herself a glass of water. The glass reflected Gu Xihe's staring gaze.
"You saw me?" A strange question.
In the world that Dong Yao initially created, Gu Xihe did not exist. After the silent souls gathered and awakened, most of the characters were filled with data, but an unexpected event occurred during the actual operation—Gu Xihe possessed incredibly distinct silent soul traits, and he also knew his own essence and the truth of this world.
Lu Xuejin thought it was Dongyao's doing, but Dongyao was also speechless. After being caught, it only wanted to obey orders and dared not cause trouble in private. This suddenly appearing fragment was the work of Silent itself, and it was unclear what was wrong with it.
Gu Xihe interpreted the momentary daze as a kind of reminiscence. The young man's smile deepened, and he straightened up and stood up, moving closer to Lu Xuejin. The faint smell of alcohol mixed with the cedar sap wafted over him.
He pointed to himself, a smug smile on his face: "So interested in him? I'm him too, why are you ignoring me?"
As roommates, he should have had the advantage of proximity, but Lu Xuejin showed absolutely no interest in him and almost ignored him.
Gu Xihe always felt that his personality, appearance, and muscles were more attractive than his boring original self, but no matter how much he tried to seduce them, the other person's reaction was always the same—
Lu Xuejin leaned forward slightly.
A few strands of pale golden hair slipped down with his movement, gently brushing against Gu Xihe's cheek, bringing a cool, ticklish sensation. He raised his palm and patted Gu Xihe's cheek with remarkably gentle movements.
Once, twice.
It's like soothing someone, or like taming a disobedient pet dog.
"Because it's so boring."
The touch of fingertips on the body, that warmth carrying messages of the past, suddenly intrudes into the senses, as if time has turned back, years have reappeared, and the breath exhaled in the snow instantly condenses into white mist. But the warmth is quickly swept away by the wind, vanishing in an instant.
This temperature is too short-lived.
Lu Xuejin straightened up indifferently and left the living room.
Behind him, Gu Xihe slumped back onto the sofa, his nonchalant smile vanishing, leaving behind an almost ethereal indifference. When he wasn't smiling, a closer look revealed a striking resemblance to Shen Mo.
Lu Xuejin opened her phone to process messages. She thought about how recruitment days for various organizations and clubs were in a week, and she also remembered that she was registered in the student union. A new idea to stir up the silence immediately emerged.
Find the "Vice President" note in the list, type it and send the message.
Student Union office building, top floor vice president's meeting room.
The atmosphere was as oppressive as the deep sea before a storm, so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
The long conference table was filled with core members of the student union. The head of the publicity department and the elite members had their heads bowed like quails, not daring to look directly at the person in the main seat with an icy expression.
The vice president slammed a document back onto the table with a dull thud that was particularly jarring in the otherwise quiet conference room.
"This is the proposal your publicity department submitted after three sleepless nights?" The vice president's voice wasn't sharp, calm as if stating a fact, but every word carried a chilling edge, scraping against everyone's eardrums. "Mediocre, boring, utterly unoriginal. Gentlemen, is this the Silver Oak you envision?"
Just then.
bite.
OM's special notification sounded.
The publicity department members watched in astonishment as the vice president's expression changed drastically, as if struck by a spring snowfall. The vice president swallowed the reprimand that was on the tip of his tongue, grabbed his phone, quickly browsed the messages, and when he looked up again, his usual composure had vanished.
"Alright, go back and redo the plan. Don't bring up this kind of garbage again. I'm only giving you one chance."
The propaganda department members left the office, and the minister carefully closed the door. The moment the door shut, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if they had escaped a disaster.
Questions immediately arose.
Who sent the message that made the vice president look so warm and welcoming?
...
In less than a week, the new students quickly integrated, changed into uniforms and pinned on badges symbolizing their grade and level, and busily moved between classrooms.
The first graders have the heaviest workload, with almost everyone's schedule completely full.
Mo Chen went to the lecture hall with her roommate Zhou Yan early in the morning to reserve seats. Zhou Yan sat down and didn't even have time to eat breakfast before looking down and fiddling with her phone.
After a while, as if he had noticed something, he hesitated, looked up, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know the student council president?"
"President?" The gaze behind the silent glasses was calm and unwavering, but a faint, ambiguous smile played on his lips. His tone was perfectly balanced, carrying a hint of gratitude and confusion from someone who had been helped. "I was blocked in the road before, and the president kindly helped me. Why are you suddenly bringing this up?"
"Oh, I see..." Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief and handed the phone screen to Mo Chen. "Then you'd better be careful, the whole homepage of the Confessions section is talking about you."
Looking around, not everyone in the classroom had arrived yet. Their seats were at the back, and the first three rows were empty for the time being. Zhou Yan whispered, "Everyone is very concerned about the president. After all, he is a member of the Lu family, and the president has a good personality and is handsome. The people who admire him could stretch from the east gate of Silver Oak to the west gate. These young masters and ladies have never suffered any hardship since they were young. If they are frustrated by the president, they will easily take their anger out on others."
Silently grunted an "Mmm," opened his phone, and found the "Confessions" section. All posts here were anonymous, and apart from the forum maintainers, no one could trace the speaker behind the Silver Oak avatar. The posts contained complaints about schoolwork, criticisms of peers, and some outrageous comments.
In the blink of an eye, the entire homepage was filled with his household registration and name.
[Who's this special admission student surnamed Shen? He made eye contact with Jin Bao the moment he entered the school, and then Jin Bao beautifully rescued his pig-headed self. Is Lu Chen even capable of doing anything? He can't even teach someone a lesson properly?]
[How dare you call me "Jinbao"? You're really bold, aren't you?]
[What else could it be? He just got incredibly lucky and the guild leader ran into him.]
[It's not like the president hasn't been kind-hearted for a long time. What's wrong with occasionally showing kindness and helping the lower classes?]
[What's with that eye contact? It felt like their gazes were almost slits.]
[Her eyesight is quite good.]
[I saw the photos. The student council president just glanced at the freshmen downstairs, so why was he making eye contact with the special admissions student? And even making suggestive remarks? You're really imagining things. I mean, can some people stop being so obsessed with being cuckolded? If you really can't stand it, take a good look at yourself in the mirror. What kind of person do you think you are to be close to him? Oh, I get it. You can only fantasize by imagining yourself as the special admissions student. After all, the difference between you and the student council president is no different than the difference between the special admissions student and the student council president—it's like comparing heaven and earth.]
[This guy's being a bit too aggressive...]
[It's as if the student council president treats specially recruited students like some kind of special privilege; he'd even save a stray dog if it were being bullied on the street.]
[The president has helped more than just him; so-and-so and so-and-so, didn't they all receive favors from the president before?]
[Yes, the president is just too kind. Don't overthink it. Besides, he helped out casually and then didn't contact her again. I laugh every time I see those dejected looks on their faces. They think they're so special. Those greedy bastards don't even know if they deserve it.]
[It's better than some people who haven't even been given a second glance by Jinbao, right? At least I know what Jinbao smells like, do you know, upstairs?]
[...Why are they arguing again? Uh, but does nobody else think, like me, that the president's gaze towards Momo is really different?]
[I've already said cuckolds should get out of here!]
His name, along with Lu Xuejin's, is discussed together in various ways and associated with all sorts of real or illusory connections.
Silently watching the new replies popping up on the screen, seeing those malicious speculations and contemptuous and arrogant comments about him, his expression remained unchanged. Instead, a deep, almost satisfied dark light flashed in his eyes.
Halfway through the course, the lecturer's calm yet humorous voice was broken by several barely suppressed exclamations and the incessant vibrations of cell phone notifications.
It spread rapidly like a plague. Many students picked up their phones to check and showed expressions of extreme surprise or even astonishment. Then, all eyes turned to the back corner.
His eyes held a strange scrutiny and undisguised hostility.
When Zhou Yan was stared at by so many eyes, his body tensed up and stiffened, and his expression became blank. However, he remained silent and composed, as if he was unaware that he was being scrutinized by many classmates.
The instructor was extremely courteous, patiently waiting for order to be restored, and even asked, "What interesting thing happened?"
"The preliminary list of candidates selected by the student council has just been released."
"Oh." The lecturer nodded knowingly and kindly shared his experience, "It's best to join one or two organizations and clubs at Silver Oak. On the one hand, it can cultivate your comprehensive abilities, and on the other hand, our school's evaluation mechanism places great emphasis on extracurricular activities. The student council is a good place to go."
"However, you have to get good grades first. Otherwise, no matter how rich your extracurricular experience is, it won't be of any use."
Once everyone else's attention returned to the lesson, a nervous Zhou Yan cautiously pulled out his phone for a quick glance. His eyes widened instantly, almost popping out of their sockets. He abruptly turned his head, staring intently at the silence. As soon as class ended, he blurted out:
"Old Shen, didn't you say you didn't know the chairman?!"
Silently, he raised an eyebrow slightly, revealing just the right amount of confusion, as if he didn't understand what had happened at all.
"That's really all we have in common."
"Then why..."
As if burned, Zhou Yan shoved the phone into Mo Chen's hand, his fingers trembling violently with excitement.
The screen displays the list of resumes that passed the initial screening, posted fifteen minutes ago by the student union's official account.
The long list is almost entirely made up of prominent figures from distinguished families, with outstanding abilities and well-known reputations; the string of prestigious surnames is dazzling.
But at the end of the list, there was a particularly jarring and jarring name, like ink dripping onto white paper, burning the retinas of everyone who saw it—
[Silence (Special Talent Program)]
Although various university student organizations have always claimed to be inclusive and have not set restrictions on family background in their recruitment criteria, there have never been any specially admitted students. This is almost an unspoken rule—specially admitted students should honestly focus on their studies and not dream of having a rich or glamorous extracurricular life.
However, this time, a commoner appeared on the student council's list.
In the online forum, a student council member responsible for receiving resumes revealed: "Special admissions applicants didn't apply online at all, nor did they submit resumes. The resumes with only grades and no extracurricular activities were the most conspicuous. I swear I've seen every single one; there wasn't a single silent candidate."
There are only a handful of people in the student council with the authority to recruit new members, so it's hard to guess who let the silence in.
[Impossible. It's probably some management member who doesn't like Chen Mo and wants to get rid of him. Jin Bao has never been involved in student council work; from recruitment to organizing activities, isn't that old man handling it all?]
[Still being stubborn. The vice president has always disliked putting people into the student union. The external relations minister once tried to appoint his younger brother as a member, but the vice president berated him severely and expelled him. Besides the president, who can change his mind?]
[Uh, my friend works in the publicity department. The other day he was complaining to me that the vice president was scolding them when his phone beeped. He picked it up and laughed.]
[The case is solved; it's Jinbao.]
Did this special admission student bewitch my wife?
[You think being anonymous means you're safe? Be careful, they could open your account in a heartbeat.]
I cannot accept this.
[Could Chen Mo be the illegitimate son of some elder in the Lu family? Otherwise, I can't think of any reason why the president would treat him so well.]
[You're overthinking it... Who in the Lu family would dare trouble the chairman with something like this? They'd have a death wish!]
[Don't worry, that lowly commoner can't cause any trouble. Pei Wei has been watching him for a while now. If the chairman hadn't happened to pass by, that commoner would probably be in the hospital. Just wait, that madman won't let him get away with it.]
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