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Chapter 208 - 122. Doing miscellaneous chores is the first step to becoming Prime Minister_2

Chapter 208: 122. Doing miscellaneous chores is the first step to becoming Prime Minister_2

In the Executive Committee covering first to third graders, was it still expected that sophomores would run errands?

Running errands was the least of it, requiring only physical effort and time. What was even harder was being tasked with door-to-door solicitation of sponsorships!

"If no one is willing, we’ll have to draw lots," the male class president pushed up his slipping glasses and said.

"Dubian," Xiaoquan Aonai looked at Dubian Che.

"Teacher!"

"Go give it a try."

"I won’t go."

Xiaoquan Aonai smiled, "You haven’t participated in any class activities, have you? You’ve got to give a little."

That’s not how you phrased it earlier...

But he indeed hadn’t contributed anything; compared to playing a cross-dressing male lead, running errands for the Executive Committee was really nothing. Dubian Che considered it physical exercise.

"Alright," he agreed.

"What about the girls?" like the class president and the library committee, the Executive Committee was also separated by gender.

"I will!"

"I want to challenge myself!"

"This is a great opportunity to test my organizational skills."

The boys: "..."

After confirming the female committee member, Xiaoquan Aonai returned to the podium.

"Starting today, the school will be completely accessible to students, and the closing time at night will be cancelled. Everyone can work tirelessly for the Cultural Festival, but you must also study well, especially those who have to retake the vocabulary test next week."

After the class meeting ended, Dubian Che was preparing to pack up his backpack to go to the Human Observation Department when Xiaoquan Aonai called him out.

"Is there something you need, Teacher?"

"Do you know why I recommended you for the Executive Committee?"

"Are you afraid I’d be isolated?"

Evading class activities, yet voluntarily taking on work that nobody else wanted, could balance his likability.

"Isolated?" Xiaoquan Aonai repeated curiously, "No. You’re so popular, how could you be isolated?"

"It’s hard to say, I was isolated in the Human Observation."

"An affair discovered?" Xiaoquan Aonai expressed a surprised look.

"... No, just kidding, we get along well."

Xiaoquan Aonai gave him a reproachful look, "Get familiar with the work of the Executive Committee, because in the second year, the teacher is recommending you for the chairman, and it can add points on your university recommendation."

"So it’s because of that. But even without a recommendation, I can still get into a university."

"What if you become ill during the exams? Do you want to take a gap year? A recommendation serves as a safety net."

"How did I not think of that! You’re the smart one," Dubian Che flattered.

"Save those words for your Mei and Lin," Xiaoquan Aonai retorted annoyedly.

"No worries, Teacher, you’re my..."

Xiaoquan Aonai hit Dubian Che over the head with a lesson plan, "Is that how you talk to a teacher?"

"What I meant was: you are my ’Teacher’!" Dubian Che exaggeratedly covered the spot where he was hit.

"You can’t omit the object there, points deducted."

"No way, no way. Only English, only Mr. Xiaoquan’s class, I must get full marks!"

"Mmm, the teacher understands."

Knowing the teacher’s good intentions, Dubian Che grabbed his backpack and headed to the club building.

Class three was still in a meeting, arguing about the Cultural Festival; class two had long gone; class one had just ended, and a big group of students were coming out.

"Mr. Kiyono, are you at the third floor’s aerial corridor?"

"Yes, thank you for your help."

"Don’t mention it, don’t mention it, we volunteered to help. I’ll wait for you at the Wind Instrument Club."

"Okay."

Tailed by Yuzao Haomei, Kiyono Lin came out and bumped into Dubian Che face-to-face.

Kiyono Lin scanned him briefly and, as if nothing had happened, continued on her way, while Yuzao Haomei gave Dubian Che a glare.

Dubian Che initially wanted to tease her with the English vocabulary test, but after thinking it over, he decided against it.

It wasn’t worth being arrogant in front of the girls.

After separating from Yuzao Haomei, Dubian Che didn’t follow Kiyono Lin either but silently trailed behind her.

The lead-like black and shiny hair, her slender waist, and the barely visible fair long legs that made people exclaim with each swing of her skirt hem.

’This must be the thrill of tailing someone,’ Dubian Che suddenly thought.

I don’t know if it was his creepy stare, but Kiyono Lin felt it and stopped in her tracks.

After a quiet moment, Dubian Che still wasn’t ahead of her, so she turned around with a sigh.

"Mr. Dubian."

"Hmm? What’s up, Kiyono?"

"Could you please walk ahead of me?"

"No need, I don’t like..."

Before Dubian Che could finish his sentence, Kiyono Lin glared fiercely at him, "Get over here."

...

Dubian Che walked in front of Kiyono Lin like a prisoner being escorted.

Losing the fun of tailing and also bothered by the gaze from behind, Dubian Che tried to make conversation, "Kiyono, what activity is your class preparing?"

"A restaurant."

"Maid Café Fried Noodles?!"

His comment was met with a sigh of helplessness and headache.

"Is it really?" Dubian Che pressed on.

"Has all the common sense in your brain finally been overtaken by boobs and legs? Cooking isn’t just about fried noodles."

"It’s not about the noodles. Is it a maid café? Hurry up, I’m curious!"

A weary voice from Kiyono came through, "It’s not."

"Then I suggest adding a maid theme; I guarantee your class will win the ’Best Event’ at the Cultural Festival."

...

"You might think I just like maid stuff, but it’s actually not about that. I’m sincerely considering it for the class and for the diversity of the Goda High School Cultural Festival."

...

"Kiyono? You still there? Hello? Moshimoshi?"

"Mr. Dubian."

"Ah, there you are. I was worried you might have accidentally fallen down the stairs."

"Thank you for your concern." Although invisible, Kiyono, knowing Dubian Che, probably nodded politely here.

She continued:

"I think it’s not impossible for you to become a Prime Minister. We can set aside whether you’re a good student, but once you’re determined, you work hard, you’re smart enough, and you have enough connections. Also," her tone grew slightly heavier, "you have enough ambition, and most importantly, you’re especially good at spouting nonsense and lies come easily to you."

"Hardworking and smart, definitely essential qualities for a prime minister. You missed one thing; I’m quite handsome, so many women would probably vote for me."

"Do you only listen to the words you like when talking to others?"

"Can’t help it. That’s just who I am. I like what I like, and dislike what I don’t. Don’t you think it’s easier for a guy like me to capture a young lady’s heart compared to those soft guys who are nice to everyone?"

"The first part I agree with, the second part..."

"What about the second part?"

"The second part, are you asking for death?"

...

The walk from the third floor of the Goda High School teaching building to the fifth floor of the club building was about the length of the conversation above.

The two entered the Human Observation Department one after the other.

Jiutiao Meiji had taken off her shoes and was lying on the sofa, her delicate legs propped up, her snowy white toes cutely wiggling.

Dubian Che glanced over, noticing her black thigh-high socks thrown carelessly on the floor.

Kiyono Lin took out a notebook from her backpack: "’Dubian Che’s Afterlife, the Heroine’s Time at School.’ That’s the scene we are shooting today."

...Dubian Che.

"Mm." Jiutiao Meiji responded.

"First is the suspended corridor, where Dubian Che always practiced the cor anglais, but now it’s just others practicing different instruments..."

Dubian Che distractedly stared at the gap between Jiutiao Meiji’s bared thighs under her pleated skirt, barely listening to the two discussing the scene.

"Let’s go then," said Kiyono Lin, closing her notebook and grabbing the DSLR.

Jiutiao Meiji lazily sat up, not even bothering to put on her socks, directly sliding her bare feet into indoor shoes.

Dubian Che grabbed the boom mic in his right hand and a newly bought reflector in his left, following behind the two, starting to train his ability to be a gofer.

It’s okay, Abe and Yiwei had also been secretaries.

Secretary equals gofer?

Dubian Che wasn’t too sure, but it probably was about the same—just helping out big shots, so a nicer term would be a secretary.