The powerful Student Council President once stood unshakable, but even the mightiest walls can fall when everyone turns against them.
All this was because the image he had painstakingly built collapsed in an instant.
President Lei used to have the perfect noble gentleman persona, winning the election by a landslide under the slogan of wholeheartedly serving the students.
Now that his scandal has been exposed, it turns out he’s no nobleman at all, but a bull-headed brute.
He offended all his female fans and became the enemy of every male student.
Suddenly, he was at odds with the entire world, sparking a huge wave of negative public opinion.
In contrast, Li Zuhao didn’t suffer the same treatment because he was already known as a rotten guy with no gossip value to begin with.
Now even the Student Council is being dragged down by President Lei, and the members don’t want to be associated with him.
Even the Disciplinary Committee, President Lei’s exclusive organization, has started slacking off.
They were all his fans, but now their idol’s image has collapsed.
The most hurt were these innocent girls, though among them were a few loose women who vanished as soon as the scandal broke, never returning to work or even classes.
“There’s no choice…you’ve forced my hand…”
President Lei gritted his teeth, face twisted with rage, and could only take out his only unbroken Confidential Phone to make a call.
No one on campus would help him now; it was clear that using campus forces was no longer feasible.
He would have to use the dark powers outside the rules to completely solve this problem.
Meanwhile, the Sword Club sisters had gathered around, watching the latest brutal video on their phones.
In the video, Li Zuhao was fighting one against four, overpowering four senior students, but he himself was beaten badly, his face swollen and bloodied like a pig’s.
After watching the video, the Sword Club sisters all looked back at the Sword Club Ace, Sakiharu Wen.
Qingwen’s face had darkened so much her features were nearly unrecognizable.
She stared at the now-paused phone screen, unable to snap out of it for a long time.
Everyone could see the Sword Club Ace’s murderous intent was practically radiating off the screen; no one dared speak.
No one knew what Qingwen was thinking.
This matter originally had nothing to do with the Sword Club, but it felt deeply connected to them.
Because that little pest had been lurking around their club every day recently.
“Qingwen, what do you plan to do?” a senior Sword Club member asked quietly.
“I…”
Qingwen hesitated, unable to make a decision, still indecisive as ever.
Anger aside, she felt powerless to act.
“What are you all doing gathered here?”
Suddenly, a tall, imposing senior male student approached the group of girls, his tone calm but authoritative.
“Minister, good morning.”
“Minister, we’re warming up.”
The Sword Club sisters turned to look, immediately becoming respectful and falling into formation.
Even the Sword Club Ace, Sakiharu Wen, stepped back two paces to join the ranks like a regular member.
The newcomer was the true leader of the Sword Club: the Club Minister, third-year student Huang Mang.
“Everyone, warm up properly. Warm-ups are very important and can’t be skipped. Qingwen, the National Kendo Preliminary Tournament is in a few days. Train hard and prepare well. Keep up the good work. You’ll definitely bring more glory and honor to Ji Huang Academy,” Minister Huang said with motherly, formulaic encouragement.
“Understood.”
Qingwen nodded.
“Yes, yes.”
The Sword Club sisters replied repeatedly, though none of them really listened carefully.
“Keep up the good work. You’re my pride.”
After saying this, Minister Huang turned and left to supervise the male members’ morning practice.
“I feel like the only phrase the Minister knows is ‘keep up the good work,’ nothing else.” one junior Sword Club member whispered.
“Don’t talk nonsense, show respect to your seniors. Stop thinking about irrelevant things, let’s get to our morning practice,” Qingwen said. In the end, she had to prioritize the bigger picture.
“Sorry, little pest,” she murmured silently to herself.
For the sake of the Sword Club, she couldn’t act recklessly or oppose the Student Council.
The scene shifted to Class 9.
A group of girls were gathered, also watching the video on their phones.
They were Kaixin Min and her Delinquent Girls Group.
“Damn Student Council!”
“They’re really inhuman!”
“This President Lei is disgusting!”
The Delinquent Gals loudly criticized the Student Council’s actions.
This video was spreading across the whole school; ninety percent of students had seen it.
Anyone with a phone couldn’t have missed it.
But very few dared to openly criticize the Student Council. Only these rebellious Delinquent Gals boldly cursed without restraint.
Though strictly speaking, they had the least right to criticize President Lei.
Don’t forget what they did before—they had gang-beaten Li Zuhao, even dislocating his arm.
“…”
Kaixin Min sat quietly, watching the video playing on the desk’s phone.
She was calm, without the intense emotional fluctuations of the chatty Delinquent Gals beside her.
Nor did she sink into deep guilt and regret like some Sword Club Ace.
Her mind was clear and thinking.
“Listen, if he had the strength to take down four strong senior students, why was he so easily pinned down and beaten by you all last time? Why didn’t he resist at all?”
Kaixin Min suddenly whispered a deeply unsettling question.
At this, the Delinquent Gals involved in the bathroom group beating all fell silent.
Based on Li Zuhao’s combat power and ferocity in the video, where he single-handedly knocked down all the ordinary Delinquent Gals, no one expected him to be beaten so badly before.
He might not even be able to defeat Kaixin Min herself, but surely he wouldn’t be so easily overpowered and beaten up.
In the video, two of the four senior students were seriously injured, and two played dead out of fear.
This showed how terrifying Li Zuhao’s fighting power was.
Doubt and unease hung heavily over the Delinquent Gals.
They looked at the empty seat in the far corner and fell into deep thought.
“I think Li Zuhao must feel guilty toward the Big Sis, so he didn’t fight back,” another clever Delinquent Gal analyzed.
At this, everyone thought it made sense.
Even a ripple of doubt appeared in Kaixin Min’s heart.
Just then, the classroom suddenly erupted with noise.
The girls turned to see the man himself appear!
Li Zuhao, battered and swollen like a pig’s head, actually came to school early today.
Behind him followed a large group of students gathering to gawk, like a superstar being carried on everyone’s shoulders.
Li Zuhao finally escaped the harassment of these tagalongs and returned to his usual corner seat.
And nobody knew where he got a crutch.
Li Zuhao insisted on coming to school even with a crutch.
Such a lover of study.
The only word to describe his current state was:
Pathetic!
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