Nobody said that teachers at elite academies have to be heartthrobs.

Wen Qiaoan raised his eyes, his gaze shifting from the pages to Yu Fuli, his clear eyes reflecting obvious surprise. He quickly flipped through a few pages, his fingertips lingering on the detailed clauses regarding the functions of the student council.

"This plan... is very comprehensive." His voice was filled with sincere admiration. "The structure is clear, the responsibilities are clearly defined, and it even takes into account the details of implementation during the transition period. In my opinion, it is almost impeccable."

He closed the document, but did not return it immediately; his slender fingers gently stroked the title page.

He was naturally aware of the recent turmoil at the academy and had also heard about Yu Fuli's role in it. He had initially thought that this young teacher might just be casually proposing a concept, but he never expected that the other party would have quietly refined the idea to such a degree.

"The content itself is already quite mature," Wen Qiaoan said, carefully choosing her words. "If anything needs to be added, perhaps it can only be fine-tuned based on the feedback from all parties during the actual implementation."

Yu Fuli pushed a glass of warm water towards him, the rising steam blurring their vision. He nodded, not surprised by Wen Qiaoan's assessment, then subtly shifted the subject, posing a real question:

"What I mean is, if you were to become the first president of this student council, after reviewing this plan and considering the current situation of the college, what different ideas or more specific suggestions would you have?"

Wen Qiaoan's hand, which was about to pick up the water glass, froze in mid-air.

He slowly raised his eyes, the usual gentle smile on his face freezing for a moment, replaced by astonishment. Those eyes, always peaceful and smiling, widened slightly, clearly reflecting Yu Fuli's calm gaze.

"……I?"

Yes, it's you.

This was a decision made after careful consideration by Yu Fuli.

When he first conceived the idea of ​​the student council, the first person who came to mind, and the most suitable candidate, was Wen Qiaoan.

This choice was not made on a whim.

Wen Qiaoan is gentle and considerate in her dealings with others, and has a natural affinity for people. She is not only highly regarded among students, but also well-regarded among teachers. This kind of recognition that transcends social class is especially rare in a college with clear class barriers.

More importantly, he is one of only four S-class students in the academy. This title itself is a symbol of talent, strength, and a top-tier family background. His presence alone is enough to quell most dissenting voices, and the influence of his family can also shield the fledgling student council from much unnecessary covetousness and obstruction.

Moreover, Wen Qiaoan had already completed all her academic credits ahead of schedule, and now she was staying at the college more to improve her resume, giving her far more time than the average student.

They have the ability, prestige, time, and the background and resources to support this new organization.

In Yu Fuli's view, Wen Qiaoan was almost the perfect candidate who met all the requirements of the role of "first student council president".

"Teacher, may I ask..." Wen Qiaoan looked up, her eyes filled with confusion, "Why me?"

Yu Fuli met his gaze and suddenly chuckled softly, a hint of mischief in her smile, and her voice softened slightly: "Because... you're kind."

"Huh?" Wen Qiaoan was completely stunned, and a rare blankness appeared on her usually gentle and composed expression.

This answer completely exceeded his expectations, and he was even at a loss for how to continue.

"Haha, just kidding." Seeing the other party's unusually stunned expression, Yu Fuli's smile deepened, and she even winked at him playfully. The teasing look she had just given him quickly disappeared, and she became serious.

"The real reason is actually quite simple." He curled his finger and tapped the proposal on the table lightly. "First of all, you have an excellent reputation. Both students and teachers have a high level of approval for you. With you taking the lead, the student council will have the highest acceptance among students, which is the most necessary foundation for implementing any new system."

He paused, looking into Wen Qiaoan's eyes, his tone filled with earnest trust: "Secondly, I've reviewed your coursework and project records; you have sufficient ability and a strong sense of responsibility. Entrusting this matter to you, I believe you can sort things out, balance all parties, and truly make the student council function, rather than turning it into an empty shell."

"As for the last point, and the most realistic one," Yu Fuli said without any hesitation, "you are an S-rank. This status alone can save a lot of unnecessary resistance and allow this newly formed organization to gain a foothold in the early stages."

He let out a soft sigh and concluded, "So, all things considered, there is indeed no one more suitable for this position than you at the moment."

"Teacher is really..." Wen Qiaoan shook her head, a smile returning to her eyes, but with a hint of helplessness in it. "Since you've put it this way, it seems this position really is indispensable to me."

"The capable should do more," Yu Fuli replied with a smile.

Wen Qiaoan placed the water glass back on the table, pondered for a moment, and then spoke again: "So, regarding the candidates for other core positions in the student council, have you considered them yet?"

"I do have an idea." Yu Fuli didn't keep them in suspense. He leaned forward slightly and looked at Wen Qiaoan with bright eyes. "I would like to propose that Lin Xun serve as the vice president."

"Lin Xun?" Wen Qiaoan was slightly taken aback. This name had been mentioned frequently in the past few days, but the deepest impression left on him seemed to still be that of the overly quiet, even somewhat thin, boy who followed Yu Fuli back then.

He hadn't expected Yu Fuli to suggest this candidate so directly.

To appoint a top student from the Lower City with no family background as the vice president of the newly established student council? This was undoubtedly an extremely bold, even somewhat risky, proposal.

However, Wen Qiaoan only hesitated for a moment before his surprise was quickly replaced by analysis. He almost immediately grasped the deeper meaning behind Yu Fuli's actions.

"A natural representative of ordinary students..." he muttered to himself, then looked at Yu Fuli with a knowing gaze, "Lin Xun's identity and his past experiences can indeed quickly gather the trust of those silent C-level students and ordinary students. This is crucial for the student council, which needs the trust of its students."

He paused, tapping the edge of the proposal with his fingertip, deep in thought: "Moreover, given the previous conflict and public apology, he himself now carries a certain symbolic significance. Placing him in this position, to some extent, is also a declaration to everyone of this new organization's determination to bring about change."

Yu Fuli picked up her glass of water, which had already cooled slightly, but did not drink it.

His choice of Lin Xun was certainly not solely based on the overt reasons regarding representativeness.