Chu Yan whispered from the audience, "Oh my goodness, the more I hear, the more it sounds like our Gu Anxi."
Wang Qin also nodded excitedly. "I think so too!"
"That’s impossible, right? Gu Anxi is only twenty. How could she be the honorary president of the Education Bureau?" soone else interjected, finding it incredible.
Wang Qin retorted, "It’s possible if she’s made significant contributions!"
Chu Yan looked around. "Huh? Where’s Gu Anxi? Where did Gu Anxi go?"
At this mont, everyone’s gaze fixed, except for Principal Wang’s.
The departnt head, the returning Professor Gao, all the teachers at Qing University...
Qin Siyuan!
Shen Wanqing!
The students from the Student Union who usually kept to their own little world!
All of them were dumbstruck.
The one surrounded by a group of distinguished individuals was—
Gu Anxi!
She wore the white Qing University uniform, walking naturally in the center. Everyone they usually had to look up to was treating her with utmost respect—
Especially Director Li, who humbly called himself Little Li and repeatedly addressed Gu Anxi as ’President.’ It made Wang Qin cover her face in disbelief.
It was too shocking!
Principal Wang bead as he stepped forward to shake Gu Anxi’s hand. "I’ve wanted to et you for a long ti, President. I’m delighted to finally et you today; it feels long overdue."
Gu Anxi smiled faintly. "We see each other every day, don’t we?" she said, a subtle reminder to Principal Wang that she was still in her Qing University uniform and he shouldn’t overdo the theatrics.
Principal Wang, however, still looked as pleasant as a spring breeze, as if even being gently chided by the President was a distinct honor. This alone was enough to show the President’s standing in the education sector.
The entire faculty and student body were shaken once more. Then, one after another, they took out their phones to change their votes.
In just five minutes, the next Student Union president was decided.
It was Gu Anxi!
Shen Wanqing was also in the crowd below, looking up at that figure, a sense of unreality washing over her.
Chu Yan, beside her, said faintly, "See? How can you compare to her? Gu Anxi never bothers to compare herself with you because you’re simply not in the sa league."
Heh, this ’green tea’ should have woken up from her dream by now! Chu Yan thought.
Shen Wanqing’s lips trembled, and she then looked towards Qin Siyuan.
She watched him for so long, but his gaze remained fixed on Gu Anxi, completely oblivious to her scrutiny.
Shen Wanqing gave a soft, self-deprecating laugh. Perhaps... he never liked at all, she thought.
She tilted her head up, fighting back tears.
And on the stage, Gu Anxi remained the focal point, just as she had always been, ever since they were children.
And she, Shen Wanqing, had always been the one looking up...
Just as the dust was settling, a convoy of over ten black luxury sedans suddenly swept onto the Qing University campus, their presence utterly ostentatious.
Principal Wang was furious. The esteed President is here, and they let in any Tom, Dick, or Harry? What if sothing happens to the President?
Thousands of people held their breath, watching the dozen or so luxury cars, captivated by their imposing aura.
The last ti there was such a grand entrance, it was also for Gu Anxi.
Surely not again this ti?
Finally, a noblewoman in her early forties gracefully alighted from one of the cars. Her overbearing aura was so intense it made onlookers want to instinctively recoil.
Although it wasn’t truly cold yet, the noblewoman wore a black fur coat, its collar adorned with what looked like a few bird feathers.
Black silk stockings, stiletto heels, sunglasses, and a limited-edition Hermès clutch in her hand.
Her entire being reeked of money!!!
Despite the lack of sun, two n in black insisted on holding an umbrella over her. The mont she stepped onto the stage, another man in black brought out a chair for her, and a microphone was promptly arranged.
Such airs, as if she owned the place.
The noblewoman removed her sunglasses. She was a beauty, albeit a very stern-looking one.
The noblewoman spoke, her voice soft yet haughty, "Anyone who is twenty years old and was born on October 21st, step forward."
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