West Martial, Student Council Office.
The student council has been getting more attention from the Ministry of Education in recent years, so even the logistics departnt of West Martial dares not slack off. An entire floor of the office building belongs to the student council.
The student council is divided into various groups, with many people coming in and out of the hallway.
In the large office, a group of people is waiting for Su Yue.
It’s now 8:57.
There are still three minutes left until the eting ti at 9 o’clock.
According to the council’s customary practice, everyone arrives half an hour early. Generally, there’s no need to wait until the exact eting ti.
The attendees are the heads of each group.
The Monitoring Group, Preparation Group, Funding Group, Publicity Group, Discipline Group, and the Freshn Group.
The number of participants is not large.
There are many mbers in the student council, but today is just an internal eting among the group heads.
Mu Cheng keeps looking at the clock.
This guy Su Yue better not let down.
Look at Du Jing’s Book, also a freshman, always punctual. He arrived half an hour early, but you’re nowhere to be seen.
Du Jing’s Book has already been appointed as the head of the Freshn Group.
No one among the freshn challenges Du Jing’s Book, so he is the default leader.
Obviously, if Su Yue doesn’t bother to co and challenge, Du Jing’s position would be steady.
"Mu Cheng, why are you anxious? It’s not nine o’clock yet.
"Moreover, Su Yue is still a freshman, we should show so consideration. If he’s delayed by other matters, it can be excused."
Bai Xiaolong stands by the window.
Watching the crowd bustling through the campus, he feels a touch of lancholy.
This is how it is, power has been taken away.
"Hmph, if he doesn’t show up by nine, he’ll be in for it!"
Mu Cheng’s face turns grim.
No matter how many tis reminded, still so unreliable.
"How will you punish him?
"Make him kneel on a washboard? Or kneel on durians? I suggest instant noodles, the unbroken kind."
Bai Xiaolong says with a sinister look.
"Can you be more serious?"
Mu Cheng looks frustrated.
"Chairman, is it possible your boyfriend is too scared to co? No, he doesn’t seem like a timid person, does he get shy dressed up?"
Next to Mu Cheng sits a charming junior girl.
Wang Xiqiu, fourth-rank initial stage, is the head of the Publicity Group.
"Wang Xiqiu, your words carry a lot of information.
"It’s fine for Mu Cheng to have seen Su Yue undressed, but how have you also seen him?
"Su Yue, this little rascal, two-timing. Don’t worry, even though I’ve been deposed, I’ll stand up for you. The first wife and second wife, seniority shouldn’t be ssed up."
Bai Xiaolong looks astonished.
Mu Cheng glares at Bai Xiaolong, her face blushing red.
When have I ever seen Su Yue undressed?
Wait a minute.
When did Wang Xiqiu ever see Su Yue undressed?
Could he be a scoundrel who starts and ends without commitnt?
No way.
He hasn’t even confessed to .
So chaotic.
"Didn’t you see in the Mist Realm? Su Yue shouted victory six tis, only wearing a little skirt, quite perky, too."
Wang Xiqiu says.
"Oh, you an that, scared for a bit."
Bai Xiaolong breathes a sigh of relief, thinking Su Yue had done sothing terribly outrageous, worried for nothing.
"Chairman, can your little boyfriend break through to Rank Three, let him join the reserve team."
Another girl, Peng Guyu, also says.
Peng Guyu is also a fourth-rank initial stage head.
"Don’t talk nonsense."
Mu Cheng’s face blushes even more.
"Mu Cheng, if Su Yue doesn’t reach Rank Three in a month, you should make him kneel on a keyboard or pushpins, keep the family discipline strict."
Bai Xiaolong adds fuel to the fire.
"Chairman, now that you’re stepping down so early, what are your plans for the next half year?"
Peng Guyu turns her head, looking at Bai Xiaolong.
"I..."
Creak.
"In the Mist Realm, Chairman Bai told he’ll break through to Grandmaster before graduation.
"If not, he’ll castrate himself and masquerade as a woman for the rest of his life. If he breaks this oath, let the heavens punish him."
Just then, Su Yue opens the eting room door.
And the second hand on the wall clock is precisely at the 9 o’clock position.
Hmm.
Zero error.
A ticulous man, prided for his precision and attention to detail.
This is charm.
"I..."
Bai Xiaolong is speechless.
He was just about to say, take advantage of his fifth-rank breakthrough to travel a bit before graduating, there’s no hurry for the Grandmaster breakthrough.
But this brain-dead Su Yue, why make such a vicious oath for himself.
Castrate himself.
Why don’t you go cut yourself?
"Hello everyone, I’m Su Yue."
Then Su Yue greets everyone.
"Eh, Brother Du, what are you doing here?"
Su Yue sees Du Jing’s Book.
This guy recently got thinner, darker, and rough-skinned.
Indeed, under my shadow, he pales in comparison!
This is the look of being crushed.
"I’m the head of the Freshn Group, of course. But if you want to compete, I can step aside at any ti."
Du Jing’s Book looks at Su Yue, his expression calm, like seeing a classmate he barely knows on the street.
"No, keep up the good work, make sure to do well."
Su Yue quickly pats Du Jing’s Book on the shoulder.
"Su Yue, my target for the next half year, I..."
Ding!
"Chairman Bai, I’ve already posted your goal on the Wuda forum.
"If you don’t break through to sixth-rank in half a year, you’ll castrate yourself. You truly are our role model."
Another group head stands up, excitedly says.
Bai Xiaolong is interrupted mid-sentence and then stiffens all over.
He opens his phone.
Opens the forum.
Sure enough, within seconds, a shocking title is already gaining so heat.
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