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Chapter 195 Student Council Intervention

Monday afternoon, the school bell had already rung long ago.

Only a few people remained in the classroom. Chairs were upside down on the desks, brooms were leaning against the corner of the wall, and the blackboard was still unerased, with the last math problem still written on it.

Song Huan sat in her seat with a draft paper spread out in front of her, covered with arrows and numbers.

Xiao Yunqing sat next to him, her hand resting on the edge of the table.

Zhao Qihang sat in the front row, turned around, and rested his elbows on the back of the chair.

Chen Xu stood at the very back, leaning against the wall.

"The third round, 1,500 tickets."

Song Huan tapped her pen on the paper. "Zhao Qihang, you don't need to hand out flyers anymore. Change that. Be in charge of replacing and reissuing damaged cards."

Zhao Qihang nodded.

Song Huan pointed to another spot on the paper, "Chen Xu, you continue selling there. It's a good location with high foot traffic. I'll still give you one yuan for each one you sell this round."

Chen Xu nodded.

Song Huan proceeded with the arrangements one by one, speaking at a measured pace, assigning each task to a specific person.

Xiao Yunqing sat there, listening attentively.

She looked at his profile; sunlight streamed in through the window, falling on his face and casting a small shadow on his eyelashes.

When he gets serious, he seems to radiate light.

There was a knock on the front door.

Tap, tap, tap, three taps, not heavy, but very crisp.

Several people turned their heads at the same time.

A boy stood at the entrance, dressed in his school uniform, which was zipped up all the way. He wore a small armband on his right arm with white background and red lettering that read "Student Council".

His gaze swept across the faces of the group, his chin slightly raised.

"My name is Su Huai, and I am the student council president."

He walked in, stopped in front of Song Huan, and looked down at him.

"I was sent by Director Wang."

The voice wasn't loud, but every word carried an official tone: "You're in charge of supervising your food alliance and see if there's anything that needs to be rectified."

He paused for a moment. "I wonder if you have time now to take me to see it?"

Zhao Qihang leaned back in his chair, looking down at him with a condescending air, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything.

Xiao Yunqing frowned slightly.

Song Huan stood still.

He heard Su Huai's inner thoughts, like beads on an abacus clicking and clattering.

[This food alliance, a card costs sixty yuan, so many people have bought it, how much money must they be making?]

If I could get my hands on it...

[Assess the situation first, and make sure you understand it before taking any action.]

Song Huan smiled coldly to herself.

Ha, you've got some nerve.

Do you really think that becoming a member of some bullshit student council makes you an official?

Song Huan could tell at a glance that Su Huai was a hypocrite.

However, he didn't show it on his face, but took a step forward and stretched out his hand.

"President Su, I've heard so much about you."

Su Huai squeezed it briefly; his fingers were cool, and his grip was light.

Song Huan released her grip, turned around, and picked up the schoolbag from the table. "Let's go, I'll take you to see it."

Several people walked out of the school gate.

The setting sun hung on the roof of the teaching building, its orange-red light spreading across the entire street.

The food street is bustling with activity, the aroma of grilled sausages, the sweetness of milk tea, and the oily smell of fried chicken mingling together and wafting from every shop.

Students came and went in twos and threes, some carrying grilled sausages, some holding milk tea, and some carrying a bag of bread.

There were queues in front of several stores, with the end of the queues spilling onto the sidewalk.

The owner of a milk tea shop saw Song Huan, smiled, and nodded at him.

Song Huan nodded as well. A female owner of a fried chicken shop peeked out from behind the counter, holding a bag of chicken wings in her hand.

"Xiao Song, here, these are freshly fried, take them home and eat them."

Song Huan smiled and waved her hand, "Auntie, no need, I've already eaten."

The proprietress wouldn't have it, so she came out and shoved the bag into his hand.

"Take it, take it, no need to be so polite."

Song Huan had no choice but to accept it and thanked him.

Su Huai, standing to the side, also benefited. The proprietress glanced at the boy with the armband and handed him another bag.

"You're his classmate too, right? Here, take this."

Su Huai took it and smiled.

His eyes swept from one shop to another, lingering on the students queuing and coming and going, and then on the steaming stalls.

The voice from my heart drifted over again, this time heavier, like a hammer striking an iron plate.

How much money would that make?

[On this street alone, the daily turnover must be tens of thousands, right?]

[If it were under my jurisdiction, wouldn't it be a piece of cake for universities to buy cars?]

He coughed, cleared his throat, and resumed his businesslike demeanor.

"Student Song, actually, besides supervising, I have another task to perform this time."

He looked at Song Huan and slowed his tone, "I just want to see your profit account. I wonder if it would be convenient for me to prepare an account and submit it to the school."

Xiao Yunqing, standing to the side, couldn't bear to hear this.

"Why should we show our profit account to the school?"

The voice wasn't loud, but every word was barbed.

Su Huai had anticipated this scene, and his face darkened. "Most of your customers are students, and Director Wang and student Song have made it very clear that the school has the right to manage."

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, as if to say something.

Song Huan reached out and gently blocked it.

He smiled and said calmly, "Sure, no problem. I'll take stock of the accounts and submit them next week."

Su Huai's expression relaxed a little.

He reached out and patted Song Huan on the shoulder, speaking earnestly, like an elder instructing a younger person.

"It's good that Song has this kind of awareness."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Don't forget, you're only able to run this food alliance because you have the school's backing."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand, turned around, and left.

The shoes clicked and clacked on the cement floor as they walked away.

Zhao Qihang was the first to speak, "What the hell?"

He crumpled the bag of chicken wings in his hand, his voice low, but he couldn't suppress his anger.

"Backed by a school? Where was the school when we started this? Now that you're making money, you're coming to say you're backed by a school? What the hell?"

Chen Xu stood to the side without saying a word, but his brows were furrowed, as if he had a knot in his hair.

He took the chicken wing out of the bag, took a bite, chewed it twice, swallowed it, then took another bite, chewing it very hard.

Xiao Yunqing didn't look at them, but at Song Huan.

Her brows were furrowed, and her eyes were filled with worry.

"What should we do then? Do we really have to hand over the bank account statement? What if the school takes the money back?"

Song Huan frowned, staring in the direction where Su Huai had disappeared.

He was thinking too, his mind was racing.

Pay money? Ha! He won't pay a single cent.

But the school will also try to deceive them.

He relaxed his brow, turned around, and smiled at the group.

"It's okay, there's still a week left."

He held up the bag of chicken wings in his hand. "Let's go eat first."

Zhao Qihang took a bite of the chicken wing, chewed, and mumbled something indistinctly.

"It's just that I'm under their control now because I haven't graduated yet. Once I graduate, I'll see how I get rid of them."

Chen Xu nodded firmly beside him.

Song Huan didn't say anything and walked ahead, but smiled to herself.

graduate?

That's when he'll fly away.

……

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