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Date: October 7
"Oh, Pilot Boss, when Special Recruitment happened, so many girls in the school cried. This time, it has caused quite a stir." At this moment, Huang Wei seemed to have reacted to something and immediately followed Yang Xiaoyou's words.
The others present nodded in agreement.
"Alas, it's a pity that some fellow students can't compete with others and have to take their frustrations out on someone else. It seems that their cunning and abilities are proportional," one of them thought, feeling a surge of anger at the aggressive demeanor of the other party.
Although they appeared somewhat withdrawn, being able to get into Yuying Middle School undoubtedly proved their own capabilities. They were just overshadowed in this gathering of Elite students. Even a clay figurine has some spirit; now they were being pointed at and called useless by others. It was rare for these individuals, who usually only acted tough towards Yang Xiaoyou, to feel genuinely angry.
It was unusual for them not to abandon Yang Xiaoyou and run away from the situation. "Hey? Cunning? Do I really need to keep you in mind? You think too highly of yourselves; I might occasionally step on you without caring," Sun Jun scoffed. "Tsk tsk, look at how many people in the school share your interests. You can forget about getting approval for the club you want to apply for; just stay put in your current club."
Being mocked by a group they considered trash made Sun Jun feel a bit of rage bubbling inside him.
Originally, he thought it would be fine to let them step on him a couple of times without putting too much thought into it; they weren't worth his effort. However, this clueless bunch had the audacity to respond like this, which was both infuriating and amusing. They really thought too highly of themselves.
"A club? My current club is great! I'm accompanied by two beautiful ladies, Liu Lianyue and Liang Wuxuan. So many people are eager to join but can't!" Yang Xiaoyou shrugged nonchalantly.
Just as he finished speaking, he noticed Huang Wei casting him a resentful glance, still remembering to shoot him a glare. He truly was a piece of work destined to be lonely for life.
Initially intending to mock the few people around him, upon hearing Yang Xiaoyou's words, Heart couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. His own background and abilities had allowed him to attract quite a few beauties, but the level of Liu Lianyue and Liang Wuxuan was something else entirely—it made his heart itch like a cat scratching at it. Yet here was this useless recluse who had no redeeming qualities but could still be in the same club as them.
If only he had such an opportunity! With his abilities, he might even experience the delightful sensation of having both beauties under his command—one pure and one seductive—serving him at his feet. The mere thought made his heart race.
"Hmph, just a club. Even if you spent a thousand years with them, you wouldn't have a chance. One must have self-awareness," Sun Jun scoffed, looking at the wasteful fellows.
At school, aside from Chen Hao, even Zhao Chen wouldn't compete with him. The President was not very involved in matters, and with the power of the student council, Sun Jun could do as he pleased without anyone daring to oppose him. Today, however, he wanted to find an excuse to give them a taste of his authority.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, a sultry voice filled with charm came from behind him. "What opportunity are you talking about, Sun Jun, Vice President? Are you usually this idle?"
Hearing this voice suddenly made Yujun's expression change slightly. She quickly put on a sunny smile and turned around, speaking in a gentle tone. "President, you're here too! I just wanted these students to pay more attention to their studies and not waste their energy on trivial matters. My tone might have been a bit harsh, but it was for their own good." Standing behind her and casually playing with her hair was Liang Wuxuan, who exuded an alluring charm and watched the scene with great interest.
"Don't forget our school's founding principle: everyone is allowed to have their own pursuits and ideals. No one can deny them just because they dislike what others enjoy. Please don't let this situation happen again," Liang Wuxuan said lightly, but her words left Sun Jun feeling somewhat embarrassed.
Although her tone was calm, there was an undeniable air of authority in her words that made Sun Jun feel no desire to refute her. Meanwhile, Yang Xiaoyou felt a twitch in the corner of her eye.
Fine, it was already strange enough that this somewhat scheming President would help him out; what frustrated him even more was that she inadvertently conveyed a sense of dominance while speaking. This alone drove Yang Xiaoyou crazy.
Without a doubt, Liang Wuxuan's presence and strength were unrelated; it resembled the aura emitted by Fia Haek Media in the elevator back then.
But no matter what, presence is presence—it reflects a certain level of spiritual attainment that can only be realized at the peak of one's abilities.
In his memories, he had felt something like this before, but the reality had always been far from it. Now that he saw her inadvertently reveal this side of herself, Yang Xiaoyou felt speechless; this person was indeed terrifying.
Although Zhuo Jun himself had decent abilities, they were only relative to ordinary peers. Faced with Liang Wuxuan's overwhelming spiritual pressure now, he couldn't even muster any thoughts of resistance. After opening his mouth in vain, he left with the others in defeat.
The confident demeanor he had when arriving was now replaced by an unmistakable discomfort—not just for Yujun but also for Huang Wei and the other fellows who usually boasted loudly; they seemed to share the same unease.
Compared to the overwhelming presence of strong fighters, the influence of other forms of presence on ordinary people is much greater. At that time, Yang Xiaoyou and Luo Guohui's presence was so subtle that ordinary people couldn't even sense it. After Zhuo Jun left, Liang Wuxuan smiled lightly at everyone, and the tense atmosphere around them instantly dissipated with her smile. "Alright, I'll borrow Yang Xiaoyou for a moment; you all continue."
Afterward, she snapped her fingers and beckoned Yang Xiaoyou with a gesture that appeared quite enticing from an outsider's perspective.
This time, Huang Wei and the others rarely made an appearance. Understanding the situation, they collectively pushed Yang Xiaoyou forward.
Faced with this scenario, and with Liang Wuxuan holding a handful of bags, Yang Xiaoyou reluctantly followed her toward the teaching building. Walking behind her, he couldn't help but admire the alluring curve of her figure and those legs clad in stockings that revealed smooth, fair skin; it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
However, as a gust of autumn wind blew by, it clung tightly to her short skirt, accentuating the beautiful curve of her figure. Yang Xiaoyou's keen observation revealed that the outlined curves seemed almost too natural—too natural to the point that something appeared to be missing.
"Uh, no way! My President, this is school!" When the realization hit him about what was missing, Yang Xiaoyou suddenly felt an urge to nosebleed. If that wind were to blow upward...
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