The Student Council President certainly wouldn’t bother with Dubian Che and confronted Jiutiao Meijie, "What do you mean? Are you threatening me?"
"Threaten you?" Jiutiao Meijie laughed lightly, "Are you worthy?"
The atmosphere on the scene suddenly froze, and Kiyono Lin, who was not involved, couldn’t help but raise her head.
Everyone, don’t be fooled by the ’yagā’ ’yagā’ of cute female characters in animation; just like "your mother," sometimes it’s a joke, and sometimes it’s the prelude to a fight.
At this moment, it was undoubtedly a complete fallout.
Jiutiao Meijie’s expression turned cold.
That face, as beautiful as Kiyono Lin’s, conveyed a completely different meaning when it turned cold.
For Kiyono Lin, it meant stay away from me, back off, shut up; but when Jiutiao Meijie’s face turned cold, it signified that someone was going to die.
Finally, Dubian Che moved from the corner of the conference room to the head seat.
He understood the Student Council President.
In the Island Country, it was natural for a senior to scold a junior; she, like the former Dubian Che, naively believed that in modern information society, even rich people wouldn’t dare to misbehave.
That’s probably why she had dared to trouble the Human Observation Department before.
But Dubian Che himself had been killed once, personally witnessed Dr. Miyano of the Shuntendo University Affiliated Hospital being killed, and had stopped a murder at the Shinagawa Aquarium.
He was well aware that viewing great families through the eyes of ordinary people was like ancient peasants fantasizing about emperors using golden hoes to farm.
Moreover, among the wealthies, Jiutiao Meijie was definitely one of the most ruthless.
Dubian Che could see a big "danger" sign above the Student Council President’s head.
To persuade Jiutiao Meijie to back down was a fool’s dream; now, the only option was to unconditionally stand by her side and teach others as the real way to help the Student Council President.
"Student Council President, it’s not right to curse at people," Dubian Che said.
Seeing him, the Student Council President replied unceremoniously, "Is it proper to talk back to your seniors? Is it proper to bully classmates because you have money? Just because your family has money and power, can you ignore the school’s rules?"
Dubian Che couldn’t agree more.
Unfortunately, he was now Jiutiao Meijie’s boyfriend and had the mission of saving others.
"Stop talking that nonsense. Apologize to Meijie, and I will forgive you today."
"... What did you say?" The Student Council President showed an incredulous expression.
"Dubian." Xiaoquan Aonai stood up to come over but was held back by another older female teacher.
Xiaoquan Aonai looked at her, puzzled: "Kazumi-senpai?"
Kazumi said in a low voice, "I’ll call the principal. Don’t get involved, Aonai."
Her tone was very stern, and Xiaoquan Aonai subconsciously replied, "Yes."
"I told you to apologize." Dubian Che ignored the tense pre-storm feeling in the conference room and repeated himself.
"Are you insane? Apologizing to her?" The Student Council President’s voice grew sharp, "You think everyone is like you, willing to do anything for money!"
Dubian Che’s character was inadvertently attacked.
Really, how underestimating. At least change the money into points!
Putting aside whether it’s money or points, the current situation was a bit tricky.
If the Student Council President kept targeting Jiutiao Meijie, Dubian Che could act very angry to save her, but if the conflict shifted to him, he was certainly not the type to argue over such matters.
Nevertheless, no matter what, it was necessary to dispel Jiutiao Meijie’s thoughts of killing.
In his heart, Dubian Che apologized to the Student Council President.
"Money? Who do you think you’re looking down upon? Even if you were as rich as Meijie, I wouldn’t care about you. Didn’t you take a good look at yourself? You have radish legs, a terrifying gaze, no breasts, and... two circles when you sit down?"
Dubian Che felt the surrounding ’this guy must be scum’ critical gazes.
Only Jiutiao Meijie was laughing pleasantly.
The Student Council President came back to her senses and, in front of so many people being personally attacked by Dubian Che, was almost shaking with anger.
"Bastard, what did you say!"
"I said you’re ugly."
"Ah!" The Student Council President screamed and swung her hand towards Dubian Che’s face.
The two Student Council members beside her hurriedly held back their president. Though he deserved to be hit, they had always been good students who truly never initiated violence.
Dubian Che didn’t care about the Student Council’s members and turned to address people from all grades in the conference room: "Meijie will be the committee chair, anyone has objections?"
Most of them were never interested in the committee chair, and now they were even less inclined to speak up.
It was good that no one jumped out; Dubian Che really didn’t want to curse at anyone anymore.
He had loaded the Love System, so why was he always on the path of personally attacking girls? It would be better to get a ’curse at girls to get stronger’ kind of subversion system!
"Since there are no objections, I hope everyone will earnestly follow Meijie’s arrangements during the Cultural Festival."
"I object!" The Student Council President’s sharp voice came from behind.
Dubian Che turned around and slapped her.
The "slap" sound was exceptionally loud, making people wonder if it was going to break the person.
It didn’t actually hurt, but seeing it, well, using was an unprecedented path.
"Any more objections?" Dubian Che asked.
The Student Council President was stunned, not recovering from the reality of being slapped, and one of the Student Council members shouted, "How can you hit people!"
Dubian Che didn’t waste words, and with another slap to that person, the sound made the others involuntarily shiver, their eyes squinting.