Chapter 591 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Without a hitch, Lady Zhao, the superstar who emanated a Queen-level Actress aura snatched all the attention that the banquet could give. The very banquet that was meant to welcome the new President of the Student Council. That very new President, Zhu Yongnian, was seated at the same table as Zhao Youyue. And that very table housed all the big bosses within the Student Council.

Obviously, Zhao Youyue was not yet the Vice President of the Literature and Arts Department. Somehow, she was seated with the Student Council on equal terms. Her identity and fame had bypassed all formalities and procedures. Sometimes, even the most established and organized of systems would falter before the mighty.

This was similar to the story of how authors of old had often complained about a particular, eight-legged essay[1]. They hated it, for it utterly bottlenecked the entire culture. The talented would be prevented from sharing their works with the rest of the world. True geniuses may still manage to make use of the eight-legged essay and write famous, long handed-down articles. An example of this was the highly-acclaimed Zhang Juzheng[2].

It was at that moment when some of the big bosses came to their senses. What if Lady Zhao decided to run for President of the Student Council? She was still a Vice President, albeit the weakest Vice President possible…

Attempting to compete from that position would usually be a joke, emphasis on “usually.” It was self-deprecation at its finest. No matter how students took this election as a joke, they would never vote for a watered-down, underqualified Vice President. But this was Lady Zhao we’re talking about. Vice President be damned, voters would not even think about her current position. As long as they knew that she was running for President, they would vote for her. If she’s running as President, why aren’t we voting for her already?

Lady Zhao’s high popularity and excellent reputation on campus almost meant that she was President by default. Other candidates might put up a struggle with lots of money and resources. Even so, a mere Weibo post from Lady Zhao would turn them into mush—- —-

Vote for Missy Me!

When Qiao Fei thought of this, she lost all hope. She could only pray that someone like Lady Zhao would not have any interest in anything related to the university. It was best if she overlooked this little Presidential post, or else…

Qiao Fei swallowed her fears and forced a smile, raising her glass in a toast to Lady Zhao. Of course, Zhao Youyue did not have to drink to anything. She could easily ask Han Leng to drink in her stead.

People who approached her for a toast were most likely tipsy already, to say the least, so they were driven by Dutch courage to force girls to drink. Undoubtedly, they were most annoying to deal with.

In the face of Qiao Fei’s cordiality, Zhao Youyue merely nodded slightly and gave her drink a sip. She did not pay any heed to her after that.

Qiao Fei had taken the opportunity to defend herself while toasting, “Actually, all of us from the Discipline Inspection Department had thoroughly misunderstood Lady Zhao before this. I have already personally informed my subordinates that a celebrity like Lady Zhao has to be given special treatment and be treated with more care. I did not expect them to disobey me. Due to this, they have ended up offending Lady Zhao. I hereby, would like to punish myself by drinking three glasses!”

Having said that, Qiao Fei downed three glasses in a row. A flush rose to her cheeks as everyone at the table applauded her. The President of the Discipline Inspection Department really knew how to carry herself. She had not been perturbed by this recent setback. She was aware that her failure to become the President this time was in no small part, due to her underestimating Lady Zhao’s influential powers. She knew the right words to say, the right party to blame. Yes, blame her subordinates so that you can make up with Lady Zhao.

Naturally, the big bosses who were there knew that Qiao Fei was only “inflexibly just and fair” towards her subordinates. Now that she was in front of a missy like Lady Zhao, nothing was surprising about her admitting her defeat.

In fact, if the presidential election of the Student Council were likened to the US general elections, Lady Zhao would be like a powerful plutocrat who controlled the tide of public opinion. How could a president aspirant offend a plutocrat? This was unless the aspirants were also children of plutocrats, born in a filthy rich family…