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"That probably won't work, Qianye. You don't know, the security measures here are extremely tight. Not to mention that not even a fly can get in, it would be really difficult for outsiders to sneak in without being discovered."

The courtyard is equipped with state-of-the-art cameras that trigger an alarm if a stranger enters, and security personnel on standby 24/7 will arrive at the scene within minutes of receiving the notification.

"Oh? That's impressive. It sounds like a heavily guarded prison."

"Because of the young lady's special status in the Shinomiya family, this is something we have to do in order to prevent her from being harmed."

“Hmm…” Yuan Qianye considered for a moment: “…Regarding the cameras, isn’t there even one blind spot?”

“The Shinomiya family is not short of money and would not leave such an obvious loophole for outsiders to invade, but…” There was a very subtle hesitation in the maid’s tone.

"You have a way, right?" Yuan Qianye immediately caught her subtle pause and asked with certainty, his tone carrying a hint of understanding and encouragement.

"..."

Hayasaka Ai remained silent; Chiya had guessed correctly.

Given her status and authority, her familiarity with the villa's security system, and her own rigorously trained skills and techniques, she certainly had a way to temporarily or partially interfere with and block the surveillance signals of a certain area for a period of time while being extremely careful and leaving no obvious traces.

In fact, if she were to personally infiltrate the monitoring room, she could do it even more thoroughly and discreetly.

However, even if this first hurdle can be overcome, there are still other problems that are almost insurmountable.

"Let's not do that, Chiya, the risk is too great," Hayasaka Ai pleaded, not wanting him to take the risk.

"As long as you can resolve the camera issue internally, Ai-chan, I have a foolproof way to find you without attracting anyone's attention." His tone remained relaxed.

Hayasaka Ai bit her lower lip: "Even inside the Shinomiya family's walls, there are still quite a few large guard dogs that have undergone rigorous training and are specifically used to guard the courtyard?"

"And dogs?"

"Yes, they are fierce and alert, with extremely keen hearing and sense of smell. Even if you manage to break through the first line of surveillance and climb over the wall without anyone noticing... those dogs will be a difficult obstacle to overcome."

She also expressed her biggest concern: "If something goes wrong and they find you, causing them to bark or even attack... then it's all over, you'll be exposed immediately."

Your career is currently booming, with unlimited potential. If something were to happen because of this, and you were caught and injured, or if it escalated and the police arrived, damaging your reputation... I would never be able to forgive myself.

Hayasaka Ai carefully uttered these words, but after holding the phone to her ear, she could not hear any response from Chiya for a short time.

The troubling anxiety made her restless.

After patiently waiting for a while and still not receiving a response from him, she thought of taking the initiative to say something.

For example, although it might be difficult, if she were to be more assertive, it wouldn't be entirely impossible for her to leave the Shinomiya Villa late at night.

Afterwards, he might be questioned by the young lady, reprimanded by that old man who had planted several spies around him, and might even implicate his mother and father, who also worked for the Shinomiya family but in different departments...

However, if it could cheer up Chiya, who seemed disappointed and downcast, then she didn't care at all.

It's just a bit more troublesome, and at most it reduces my sleep time a little, but it's still within a tolerable range.

It's no big deal if she's going all out.

Just as the maid was about to make up her mind and reveal the backup plan, Yuan Qianye spoke up: "Ai, do you trust me?"

“I…” Hayasaka opened his mouth, the word “trust” almost slipping out.

Yuan Qianye's voice carried a strange, comforting power: "I have a way to overcome the obstacles you're worried about. I don't want every day to continue like this. I want a life without restrictions, where we don't have to work so hard every day. We can meet whenever we want, and I can whisper in your ear how much I miss you... Is that alright?"

His final question was as soft as a sigh, yet it struck her heart with such force.

"..." Hayasaka Ai suddenly clutched her wildly beating heart, which was about to burst out of her chest, with her left hand.

Her lips moved slightly, and in her trembling eyes, all the worry, hesitation, and fear... gradually melted away in the face of the future he described, a future they could meet at any moment.

Instead, there was a blazing light, almost like a desperate gamble.

Her expression shifted from initial worry to struggle, and finally settled into a resolute blend of love and determination.

"I understand. Let's... set a time."

The maid took a deep breath; the feeling of relief that followed her desperate gamble was indescribable, and her mood became incredibly calm.

"Leave the camera issue to me. I am very familiar with the layout of the monitoring room and know the personnel distribution like the back of my hand. I just need to wait for them to change shifts and then find an opportunity to make my move under the pretext of supervision."

She spoke quickly, her mind racing as she considered specific operational plans and risks to avoid: "As for the dogs guarding the yard... I'll find an opportunity to drug them and keep them quiet all night."

"Well, regarding the dogs, there's no need to go that far. Doing too much internally could lead to exposure. I have my own solutions. You just need to make a small opening for the camera, and you don't need to do anything else. I can handle everything myself, trust me."

"Okay, I understand." The maid sat up straight and nodded vigorously, even though he couldn't see.

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Volume 2: Chapter 201: Taking Office as Student Council President (5k)

Monday, October 14th.

Zongwu High School campus.

Students arrived at school in twos and threes. On the playground, members of the track and field team were jogging in the morning, and the sound of the ensemble team practicing their instruments could be heard from the club building.

A school day that is not much different from usual.

"Yay~ Good morning, Rikka."

At the shoe-changing area of ​​the teaching building, Rikka, who had just parted ways with her sworn brother, was patted on the shoulder from behind.

"Yay~ Good morning Mari, good morning Junko."

She is a classmate of Rikka and a good friend.

Incidentally, the ambiguous opening phrase "ya ho" is a common term among high school girls who consider themselves cute and are indeed very youthful and cute.

The group of girls walked together toward the classroom; it was their turn to be on duty today.

Every Monday, the class has a routine class meeting. They are responsible for getting the week's schedule from the staff room and then cooperating with the class monitor to host the meeting.

"Hey, Rikka, your brother just went towards the principal's office, right?"

"Yes."

"Wow, my brother is really something. He's always bullying people. He never pays back the pocket money he borrows from me, and he's always being disgusting. He leaves his smelly socks everywhere and even throws his underwear directly into the public laundry basket."

"Um, is it really that exaggerated?"

"Rikka, you don't understand. This is the normal way siblings get along. Someone like your Chiyo Onii-chan, who is so handsome and perfect and cares about you so much, is rare."

"Shunzi is so cunning! She took advantage of the conversation to call Yuan in a very intimate way."

"Ah, I've been exposed~ Hehe~ After all, the reason I wanted to be friends with Rikka was because of this, but now Rikka doesn't know any better... Take us and your brother out to play, even though we feed you so many delicious things!"

"So this is why you're so close to me! What a scheming woman! I don't want to be friends with you anymore!"

"Today's treat is salted egg yolk rice crackers and pork floss bread~"

"Well!"

"So give us a definite answer quickly! I understand that I probably won't be able to be with such an amazing Yuan in this lifetime, but at least I want to be able to hug his arm and call him 'Onii-chan' anytime, anywhere through your connection."

"Rikka, ignore her, Junko's infatuation has struck again."

"Damn it, Mari likes Gen-kun too, she even wrote a poem about him in private!"

"Don't talk nonsense!"

"Yes, I have! I even took a picture of it last time, Rikka, come to class right now and I'll show it to you!"

"..."

Three girls, bickering and making a racket, walked toward the classroom.

Seeing her two friends in this state, Rikka felt that her brother's student council election this time should not have too much of a problem.

After all, there's practically no one in the school who doesn't know him now; his fame is off the charts.

Moreover, because of his good personality, he doesn't have any of the bad habits of being arrogant or condescending. He can chat with anyone, so both male and female groups have a very good impression of him.

When outsiders mention him, it's not with dismissive remarks like, "Pshaw, that kid's nothing special."

Instead, she exuded a sense of pride, saying, "That's right, he and I are indeed in the same school!"

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The principal's office on the other side.

The atmosphere is much more formal.

With the principal's introduction, Yuan Qianye politely shook hands with several TV station staff members.

The head of student affairs, standing to the side, smiled so much that wrinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes: "Yuan, don't be too nervous when you go to each class to campaign for yourself later. Just do what you normally would. These people will only be following you around taking pictures and won't bother you."

Yuan Qianye smiled and said, "Yes, I understand."

While the student council election processes may vary slightly across different high schools in Japan, they are essentially the same if you look at the details.

For example, the Shuchiin Academy that he learned from the maid mainly relied on his daily academic performance as a guarantee. He distributed flyers in the school during his spare time to broaden his popularity and explained the service commitments he would make to everyone after becoming the student council president. Finally, he and all his competitors took turns to give speeches in the formal auditorium to campaign for votes. The final candidate for president was determined by the number of votes from all the teachers and students in the school.

The same applies to Zongwu High School, except that before the final speech and voting, the students preparing for the election have to go to each class to campaign for themselves.

Of course, it's not mandatory; it's entirely voluntary.

This is similar to how politicians travel across the country to give speeches in order to gain the trust and votes of the people.

After the principal's office had finished discussing everything, the TV crew followed Yuan Qianye.

This filming was not arranged by Yuan Qianye himself, but rather by the school after learning that he aspired to run for student council president. They saw it as an excellent opportunity to promote the school's image and showcase the students' talents, and proactively contacted the media to facilitate it.

The moment the photographer stepped out of the principal's office, the camera's operating light on his shoulder turned on.

Yuan Qianye was already used to this and remained calm as he walked towards the club building, chatting casually with the host beside him, introducing the campus layout and today's arrangements.

Before long, they stopped in front of an activity room.

"The Service Department." The host subconsciously read out the name of the club room in front of them, and the camera immediately lifted up to focus on the sign, giving it a close-up: "It's a club name I've never heard of before."

"In the name of service, we receive visiting clients and assist them in fulfilling their reasonable requests. In short, it is about helping others to the best of our ability. This is the original concept behind the establishment of the Service Department," explained Chiya Minamoto.

"I see! That's a great idea, full of the wonderful spirit of helping others!" The host praised at the right time: "So, is this the club founded by Yuan?"

Yuan Qianye shook her head: "It wasn't me, it was founded by my friend, and she's also my running mate for student council president this time."

"I'm really curious, I wonder what kind of classmate they are."

"Please come in." Gen Chiya pushed open the door. "Department Head Yukinoshita, please take good care of me today as well."

As always, Yukino Yukinoshita was sitting quietly reading by the window when she heard that familiar voice and address, and she looked up helplessly.

She had intended to complain, as usual, about the guy not knocking before coming in, but when her gaze fell on the camera equipment behind him that clearly didn't belong on campus and the stranger, she swallowed the words that were on the tip of her tongue.