Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady Chapter 211 - 123.Executive Committee (1)3

"Lies."

Kiyono Lin said bluntly before sitting down next to Dubian Che, opening the "Shot Division Script Design" to read.

Dubian Che glanced at her profile, surprised to see Kiyono Lin here.

The two of them hadn’t discussed the matters of the Executive Committee in the activity classroom, otherwise, they would have co together after the Wind Instrunt Club practice had ended.

But a female Executive Committee mber from class one and a male from class four walking together? Too indecent—could it really evolve into an extramarital affair?

Upon reflection, it seed not entirely impossible—equipnt storage, office, even pulling together sponsors...

The next mont, Dubian Che stopped his wild fantasies.

The eting room beca completely silent, with only the sound of footsteps echoing dominantly, as if proclaiming a forceful atmosphere that demanded ’everyone be quiet.’

Jiutiao ijie crossed her arms as she stepped on the eting room’s floor.

How strange.

Jiutiao ijie, who always managed her filming schedules tightly, why had she joined the Executive Committee?

Could she be here to catch a cheater?

Dubian Che, with his dubious reputation, almost let his guilty expression show.

Fortunately, he had grown accustod to these feelings from his dealings with Kiyono Lin, becoming able to handle more than the average person due to frequent exposure to compromising situations.

Jiutiao ijie walked over to them.

"iji, it seems we think alike," Dubian Che greeted her proactively.

"Think what?" Jiutiao ijie sat down beside him, crossing her legs naturally under her skirt.

"You’re here because you didn’t want to participate in class activities too, right?"

Kiyono Lin paused turning the pages.

"Because my mother found out I was making a movie, she suddenly said she would co to check it out, so the Cultural Festival must be under my control."

"Your aunt is coming? Then I must perform well."

"Aunt?" Jiutiao ijie glanced at Dubian Che, "You should address her as mother."

...

Kiyono Lin rubbed her temples, feeling unable to concentrate on her book anymore.

Before the chairperson arrived, Dubian Che continued playing his music ga, with Jiutiao ijie resting her chin in her hand, watching him play with great interest.

Occasionally, during the ga’s climax when the keys appeared like raindrops, Jiutiao would use her feet, which she had sohow removed her shoes at so point, under the table in a shaless manner to distract him.

Whenever this happened and Dubian Che made a mistake, Jiutiao ijie’s interest soared.

Feet or no feet—it didn’t matter; that was false. Dubian Che was afraid Kiyono Lin would notice—that was true; then he couldn’t keep justifying his preference for legs anymore—that was also false!

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before mbers of the Student Council and two school-appointed activity directors entered the room.

Xiaoquan Aonai was one of the directors.

No wonder she had assured that Dubian Che would beco the committee chairman during his senior year.

The teacher and student exchanged glances.

’Teacher got my back! Teacher got your back!’—that was Dubian Che’s understanding.

Then, Dubian Che turned his gaze to the Student Council President whom he hadn’t t before.

Neither a petite young girl nor a blonde with big waves, nor even a girl with long black hair, just an ordinary-looking girl.

"Is everyone here? Then let’s start the eting," the Student Council President spoke strongly in front of the crowd.

"Wait," Jiutiao ijie said, leaning her right hand against her cheek, her presence overpowering even the directors, despite sitting at the far end of the table.

No, even more than the principal who was currently nowhere to be seen.

The Student Council President frowned uncomfortably at Jiutiao ijie’s posture: "What is it, Jiutiao?"

"Shouldn’t we elect the chairman first according to procedure?" Jiutiao ijie spoke as if addressing a subordinate, deliberately slowing her speech.

"The chairman is traditionally the Student Council President."

"Traditionally? So the school hasn’t officially designated it?"

"That’s right," the Student Council President paused, "Are you planning to run for chairman, Jiutiao?"

"Why not?"

"Well, it’s not that you can’t, but you are only a freshman, less familiar with Goda High’s Cultural Festival compared to sophomores and juniors."

Indeed, the quality of the Student Council President shone through—not ntioning abilities, nor the reluctance of the sophomores and juniors to be led by a freshman, she focused solely on experience.

At this point, many nodded in agreent.

An experienced person organizing the event would naturally save ti and effort, especially if supported by the Student Council President, making processes smoother.

Jiutiao ijie stood up and walked to the head of the table.

As she moved, the whole room fell silent like the eye of a typhoon.

"Experience? What use is that? Following the traditions left by a bunch of incompetents?"

...

Dubian Che chose to clam up.

Jiutiao ijie was his girlfriend, and that was well-known throughout the school; her arrogance was essentially equal to his.

Dubian Che also believed in ritocracy, but Jiutiao ijie’s remarks about incompetents had offended even those who had passed away and had certain societal statuses.

You might disregard their capabilities, but there was really no need to offend them; they hadn’t done anything wrong.

The Student Council President was clearly angered and spoke harshly, "Jiutiao, I know your family is wealthy, but this is a school, I would advise you to show so respect for your seniors."

Jiutiao ijie wasn’t upset at all, she smiled cheerily, "What’s your na? Where does your father work?"

"Wait, wait, wait," Dubian Che quickly stood up.