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After Zheng Mengni left the room, Ye Bingran's gaze slid from the doorway to the bedside, where he turned to pull out a painting and slowly unfurl it. He didn't dare to boast about his artistic skills, but he did have a certain understanding of art. Zheng Mengni's progress was indeed astonishing.
He recalled that the settings in the novel were immutable; he had to follow the main storyline and the author's arrangements to complete all necessary plot points. To expedite his mission, Ye Bingran instructed A Qi to inform him of the novel's main content and all its settings. If Ye Bingran remembered correctly, the keywords for Zheng Mengni's character were mediocrity and vanity. The ability to create such a painting indicated that she had seemingly shed any connection to mediocrity.
A Qi had mentioned that most characters in this realm were awakening, albeit at varying speeds and degrees. So, Zheng Mengni must have undergone a complete awakening. Once a character breaks free from their settings and gains self-awareness, can they still be considered merely a character? Ye Bingran felt invigorated, his pale fingers unconsciously stroking the paper as a carefree smile spread across his lips.
After Tan Yan went abroad, the student council was left without leadership, and the election was approaching. Zheng Mengni was well-prepared; not only did she have excellent interpersonal skills, but she also spent several sleepless nights crafting her speech. She read through everything until she had memorized all the necessary content. However, meticulously rehearsing word-for-word could come off as somewhat stiff. On election day, delivering an impromptu speech would be the best choice; she only needed to remember the framework and flow.
Zheng Mengni was naturally charismatic, and with her non-threatening appearance, if she practiced enough to maintain her composure during the event, her chances of success were nearly guaranteed. The only concern was a formidable competitor among her rivals: Sun Yongqing, the head of the school’s secretariat. Coming from a political family and influenced by that environment, he had a strong desire for authority.
Starting in the student council as practice for his future career, he intended to inherit his family's legacy. Although he loved to flaunt his power, he was exceptionally capable. After the head of the publicity department fell ill and took sick leave, the remaining members of that department lacked both ability and experience; they were mostly seasoned individuals who preferred to take shortcuts and avoid hard work. No one wanted to handle this hot potato, but without hesitation, Sun Yongqing temporarily took over the publicity department and managed it with remarkable efficiency.
On the first day of the joint management, members were called in one by one for individual discussions. Sun Yongqing meticulously divided the departmental tasks and coordinated the work exceptionally well. Thus, having such a competitor made it somewhat challenging for Zheng Mengni to secure unanimous support for her election.
Moreover, on the eve of the election, Sun Yongqing organized an off-campus meeting, inviting all members of the student council under the pretext of discussing work. The meeting was held at Seaside Attraction, showcasing a lavish display with a Giant Cruise Ship, complete with entertainment facilities, fine wines, and gourmet food.
Zheng Mengni claimed she needed to stay home to care for her sick sister and requested leave from attending. Sun Yongqing stood right in front of her, asking several times with a meaningful look, confirming whether she would go. Zheng Mengni still declined, politely explaining, "My sister just got home and is still very weak. My parents are busy with work, and since it’s finally the weekend, I have to check on her."
Sun Yongqing's smile was peculiar as he replied, "I see. What a pity."
After he left, Zheng Mengni held her pen with a cold gaze, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth. After all, it was just a competition for the Student Council Executive Committee; there was no need for Sun Yongqing to make such a grand show.
However, one thing that could be praised was how well he had learned to leverage connections from his mother. He certainly knew how to build relationships effectively. But Sun Yongqing had miscalculated one point: most students at the school, aside from a few special recruits, were either wealthy or privileged; they had seen and experienced it all. Any attempt to win them over with mere money was hardly something to fear.
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