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Chapter 207 - 122. Doing miscellaneous chores is the first step to becoming Prime Minister

Chapter 207: 122. Doing miscellaneous chores is the first step to becoming Prime Minister

On the Friday of the first week of the school term, class meeting time came after the last exam ended.

According to prior arrangements, today they needed to decide on the class activity for the Cultural Festival and also select the class representative for the Executive Committee.

Presiding over the meeting and standing at the lectern wasn’t Xiaoquan Aonai.

It wasn’t clear how other schools did it, but at Goda Private High School, the guiding principle had always been: the Cultural Festival is a festival for students, so whether class activities or Executive Committee members, all should be decided by the students themselves.

The male class president and the female class president stood on the lectern.

In the front row, Akiko Ikeda, who could dance the Sakura Momo theme song, was the female class president. After she went up there, Xiaoquan Aonai sat in her place.

Next to her, Saito Keisuke and Kunii Shuichi sat motionless, sitting up straight like elementary school students.

"...a stage play."

"A shooting game."

"A haunted house."

"Fortune-telling."

The nominally unrelated male class president counted votes, while the skirt-fluttering Akiko Ikeda took notes, and the blackboard gradually filled up with various activities.

"The last vote, a maid noodle shop," said the male class president, whose name was forgotten, as he adjusted his glasses and leaned in close to the paper, reading out each word like an eighty-year-old man scrutinizing fine print, "P.S.: A bunny girl is also fine."

"Ew——that’s so gross, who wrote this?"

"Maids are one thing, but bunny girls?!"

"It’s definitely a boy."

"I knew it, I should’ve written that too! Damn it!" —— this very quiet remark came from a boy in a dim corner at the back of the room.

In the midst of the gossip, Saito Keisuke subconsciously turned his head back, looking at Dubian Che with an expression that said ’you really wrote this?’

Xiaoquan Aonai also turned around, leaned her body in close, and whispered in a voice that could touch Dubian Che’s face from a short distance, "Dubian, what did you write?"

Her voice was very pleasant, soft as though it could melt one’s ears.

"A haunted house," Dubian Che replied without turning his head, "I’ve been to Fuji Q Highland, and it seemed quite good."

Xiaoquan Aonai nodded, "Akiko and the others have been there too, it’s too scary."

"I couldn’t handle it either; I got scared last time, but Kiyono Lin is even worse, she kept..."

Xiaoquan Aonai’s gaze grew profound, and Dubian Che shut his mouth, shifting his gaze from her oval face towards the blackboard.

"As everyone can see, the activity with the most votes is the stage play," the male class president announced.

Once the stage play was confirmed, after further discussion, everyone decided to use an original script.

As for picking the male and female leads, the first step was self-nomination.

"Does anyone want to give it a try?" Akiko Ikeda asked, leaning on the lectern with both hands.

A moment of silence.

Akiko Ikeda’s gaze fell upon Dubian Che, "Mr. Dubian, it would be a shame if you didn’t take the lead role, what do you say?"

"That’s a great idea!"

"I agree!!!"

"What’s the part? Prince? Knight? Mysterious person? Assassin? How to choose! I want to see all of them!"

"Hold on, hold on." Dubian Che hurriedly interrupted the girls who had begun to dream of a bright future.

"What’s wrong?" Akiko Ikeda asked, "Don’t you like princes or knights? Do you want to try being a princess or a queen? I would recommend Cinderella."

"Ah —— that’s also nice!"

"You’re such a good class president!"

"If Mr. Dubian dresses as a girl, I’d be willing to lend him my clothes!"

"Wait a minute, just wait!" Dubian Che stood up abruptly under Xiaoquan Aonai’s teasing gaze.

He spoke over everyone’s voices, "I’ve joined two clubs, and each club has activities; I really don’t have time to play the male lead, I probably won’t even have time to learn the script! I really can’t do it!"

"But," said a girl in the front row, sounding pitiful, "Mr. Dubian, if you only participate in club activities, doesn’t our class activity matter to you?"

"That’s not what I mean, club activities are really busy."

"I’m from the Wind Instrument Club, I can vouch for that!"

"Right, Jiangchuan, please help me out here."

"Mr. Dubian leaves every afternoon, he has plenty of time!"

"..."

"You must play the male lead!"

"Play the male lead!"

The girls’ demands were overwhelming, and Dubian Che, powerless to resist, could only turn his pleading gaze to Xiaoquan Aonai.

"All right," Xiaoquan Aonai motioned for the girls to quiet down, "If Dubian doesn’t want to, let’s not force him. Actors should have their consent sought."

"That’s right, and those who suggested the play, they must have wanted to act in it. I think we should try to choose actors from among them."

"Mr. Xiaoquan always sides with Mr. Dubian!" Akiko Ikeda complained with a childlike pout.

"Not at all," Xiaoquan Aonai said with a wry smile, "I’m just respecting the individual’s wishes. If Dubian doesn’t agree, then we shouldn’t force him."

With the teacher saying as much, the girls had to give up the idea of democratic force.

After much back and forth, a choice was finally made, and the script was handed over to a girl who normally liked to read and was also the class librarian.

These guys were just like that, assuming that because someone liked to read, they must be good at writing, just as they presumed the handsome and refined Dubian Che should naturally take on the role of male lead.

Dubian Che had no interest in being the lead at all; he only wanted to become the prime minister of Island Country.

Just kidding.

"Next, we start selecting the Executive Committee members. Anyone willing to volunteer?"

"..." No one.

At Goda High School, every student had to participate in club activities; in addition, there were class activities. What joy it was to work hard for an activity with people you knew and had common aspirations with. Why suffer in the Executive Committee with people nobody knew?

It was indeed suffering.

Even in the student councils of universities in China, freshmen were ordered around, not to mention the strict hierarchical system of Island Country.