Order French fries at Shuchiin

Now that I think about it, this treatment could not have been brought about by Fujiwara Toyotomi, right?

Xing Yuanhui realized that his hard ability (referring to being admitted to Shuzhiyuan in a fair and honest manner) might be mixed with sand. Although he had no way to prove that Fujiwara Toyoshi was related to this, he also could not prove that it had nothing to do with that woman.

"That's hard work. It's not that far though... If you didn't pass the exam, wouldn't you have come to Tokyo?"

Quan Jing spoke incoherently, and Xing Yuanhui responded incoherently.

They didn't listen to the person on the stage at all. In other words, not taking out their cell phones was the greatest respect they could show to the speaker.

Moreover, Representative Iino's speech was very dry. Listening to her speech was like swimming in the desert. It was as intermittent as a mosquito.

When you think she is not speaking you can hear a few noises, but when you listen carefully it is like listening to Buddha chanting, you cannot understand a single word. It makes you wonder if the microphone has failed, and if she has even brought the script up.

The zombies all died after hearing this.

Fortunately, during the speech, some teachers in the audience could not stand the freshman representative who could not even speak clearly, so they asked the student union to check if there was anything wrong with the equipment, and gave the freshman representative a chance to make adjustments.

The one who went on stage to check the equipment was Fujiwara Chika. Xing Yuanhui saw her say something to Iino. Later, the chestnut-haired girl's throat was obviously opened, and she spoke more naturally.

Although it's still very quiet, it's better than the previous sound as soft as a mosquito.

The teacher came to the rescue and said, "Thank you for the speech by the freshman representative, Iino! Next, let us welcome the last speaker, the current student council president, Shirogane Miyuki!"

The last person to take the stage was President Baiyin, who had met Xing Yuanhui once.

He first introduced himself politely, and then, in a powerful and unpretentious manner, he introduced the school's campus culture and student life to everyone present, especially the club activities.

He won himself genuine applause with his performance, which was completely different from the polite and sparse applause after the freshman representatives finished their speeches.

No wonder President Baiyin was able to serve as the student union president despite being a mixed college student. He has strong speaking skills. If the student union president is to be elected again, it will probably be a no-brainer.

Xing Yuanhui observed the reactions of the people around him and glanced at the student council. Senior Fujiwara and the black-haired senior were talking and laughing and looked very happy.

The chestnut-haired freshman representative looked unhappy. A teacher suspected that she was not in a good mood today and gave her a seat. She sat on the teacher's chair, lowered her head, and let her hair block her vision.

Quan Jing loosened his tie. When he heard the broadcast start to play "orderly exit", he breathed a sigh of relief and exclaimed, "It's finally over. The leaders of this school are more talkative than those in the company."

"Yes, it's finally over." Xing Yuanhui clasped his hands together and pushed forward with his backhands, feeling the comfort echoing in his bones. It is always comfortable to stretch after sitting for a long time.

"Then let's immerse ourselves in the ocean of photos!" Quan Jingshen reached into his wallet and took out the camera with the domineering attitude of taking out a gun.

"...You have guts." Xing Yuanhui first lowered his waist and then swung his legs outward, preparing to take down the agent directly.

Long-distance running was just a joke before, but who knows if it’s possible now.

Quan Jing was reminded of the pain of long-distance running and said quickly, "Wait! You have to at least give me a receipt. You promised it yourself!"

Speechless, Xing Yuanhui silently cooperated with Quan Jing to take the only frontal face photo, while Quan Jing would secretly take the side face photo himself.

Although he was cooperating, he was not at peace at all.

What pose should I make for a photo? Scissors hand? So tacky. Hands raised? French military salute. Arms on hips? So silly.

After a wave of internal friction, Xing Yuanhui did nothing. He was no different from the way he was before he started thinking. Except for his increasingly impatient look, there was no change at all.

"Okay, stop making such a grumpy face. Isn't it finished? Doesn't it look very natural?" Quan Jing admired the photo that only he could see for the time being.

When someone praises something you don't like, Xing Yuanhui's first reaction is that he is being sarcastic, rather than using social language to maintain the relationship.

The boy, feeling deeply unloved, sighed.

"Don't be like this, be happy, at least the photo time is over now. It's still a long time before you gather in the classroom, why don't you go and have a look at the club?" Quan Jing comforted.

"No, the highlight of the club's orientation is their club activities experience, and that's after the freshman class meeting and general cleaning. Now if you go to the kendo club, they won't let you chop around with a wooden sword, so it's useless to go there."

Xing Yuanhui had another reason in his mind: Fujiwara Chika said yesterday that she would take him to visit the club, and the time was agreed to be after the class meeting.

Since we have already made an appointment, there is no need to go and visit it yourself.

"How do you know it so clearly? Did Miss Fujiwara tell you?" Izumi Jing asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I guess so, but if you want to go to the sports field and watch the club recruit new members to reminisce about your youth, it's not that I can't accompany you."

"That's what you said. Let's go." Quan Jing silently started Plan B.

He seemed to be agreeing with Xing Yuanhui's words, but he actually secretly pressed the shutter button when Xing Yuanhui turned around.

There is no other way, I have to report. One photo is too embarrassing. Before I became an agent, I was the boss of the school photography club!

Although I am the boss, I still have some professional pride.

Xing Yuanhui heard a short shutter sound behind him, a sound he had heard thirty seconds ago. But he didn't say much, just pressed his temple with his hand.

It seems that even though you don't say it, you still stand on the Dean's side in your heart? At least you can act without letting me know...

Chapter 22: Four Palaces?

My social strategy seems to be wrong? But I haven't done anything yet.

Xing Yuanhui sat in his seat with an expressionless face, ruthlessly examining the various small groups gathered in the class from the corner of the classroom.

As the saying goes, the back row by the window is the hometown of the king. Although it is a bit of a pity that his seat is not the classic second to last but the last, it is also a good result.

All his luck today seemed to be reflected in his seat. There was no socializing at all. His classmates all found their own little groups and were talking and laughing.

They took advantage of the teacher's absence to gather together across their seats, laughing and talking happily, making Xing Yuanhui, who was at the edge, look so out of place.

Logically speaking, although the number of students in mixed colleges is not as large as that in pure colleges, there should always be some people from mixed colleges in each class.

But... what about people?

It seemed that everyone in the class had found their own "star" and formed their own galaxy around it, leaving Xing Yuanhui as only a speck of dust wandering outside.

That’s not right. When did they complete the aggregation?

Xing Yuanhui frowned and thought, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He suddenly remembered the greetings that could be heard everywhere on campus, whether before or after the opening ceremony.

This angle is like the impact of a microscope on the biological field; what pokes open the window is his ever-expanding thinking.

If the greetings were more than just social etiquette, then their gathering together would be explained.

Should we unite the children of outsiders first through the help of their parents? The tuition fee of Shuchiyuan is expensive, and the tuition fee is the last line of defense to maintain Shuchiyuan's status as an "aristocratic school".

If you want to be exempted from tuition and get a scholarship according to the student policy of Shuchi Academy, your grades must be maintained in the top ten in the grade. This is the only hard condition.

The deviation value of Xiuzhiyuan is very high. It is a bit difficult for a contestant like Xing Yuanhui who only listens in class, does not consolidate after class, and cram before the exam to maintain a ranking in the top ten in the grade in every exam in such a place.

So except for a few people, everyone pays the same tuition fee, there is no such thing as more or less.

This means that the family conditions of the students must be above a certain level, only in this way can they afford the extremely low cost-effective tuition fees of Xiuzhiyuan.

If the students who are admitted to Shuchiin are not here for the scholarship, they can choose to enroll in other high schools with lower tuition fees but higher deviation values. There is no need for them to come to Shuchiin.

Since there are invisible restrictions on family conditions here, the parents should all be the so-called social elites.

Regardless of whether the parents knew each other before today, negotiation is an instinct ingrained in these elites. Knowing that Xiuzhiyuan is divided into mixed and pure colleges, it is natural for them to find some friends who can take care of each other for their children in the mixed colleges.

If that was the case, it was no wonder that Guild President Shirogane had trouble finding anyone to eat lunch with even though he was not supposed to be the only slacker in the class.

The opportunity to make friends does not lie with you, but with your parents.

Then wouldn’t I have fallen into the same trap as the former Silver Guild President?

Just as Xing Yuanhui was about to fall into deep thought, the late head teacher hurried into the classroom and quickly started a class meeting.

There is actually nothing interesting about this part. The only valuable thing is the health grouping.

The hygiene grouping of this class was very clear. The head teacher said that he saw six rows of students from the podium, so he divided them into six groups.

The seats in the classroom are arranged by the school, and the arrangement of rows and groups means that friends cannot all be together. Maybe some lucky ones have good friends in the desks in front and behind them, but not everyone can be so lucky.

People from other groups consciously gathered towards the center, and Xing Yuanhui also naturally walked towards the center of his group.

He was the last one to approach; he was not interested in this way of discussing the division of labor together.

The reason why he moved over last time was simply because Xing Yuanhui wanted to find a corner that was more easily overlooked to quietly observe the overall situation.

From the crowd that had gathered in the middle early on, there were constant sounds of greetings. Xing Yuanhui approached at a perfect time, as it was the end of the greetings.

This has both advantages and disadvantages. The good thing is that he doesn't need to introduce himself, but the bad thing is that he doesn't know anything about other people, including their names.

However, good and bad are relative. The good thing for Xing Yuanhui is that it makes him move a few steps away from the small group.

Perhaps someone felt sorry for what she saw, or perhaps she saw something in the teaching building before the opening ceremony.

Anyway, someone leaned on the classmate's table and greeted Xing Yuanhui.

"Hello, new here." She stood up, took a step closer to Xing Yuanhui, looked him straight in the eyes, bowed slightly towards him and said, "My name is Onodera Rei, thank you for your guidance."

Xing Yuanhui was very surprised that someone responded, but he quickly realized that he should respond with appropriate etiquette to this particular person who greeted the "invisible man" while being ignored by everyone.

The young man looked at the other person carefully. He had golden eyes and blond hair, a delicate face, and a dignified figure. Some of his hair fell to his chest, with the ends slightly curled. He looked like a calm person.

He also imitated the other party and bowed slightly, returning the greeting and introducing himself: "My name is Xing Yuanhui, please give me your guidance."

After hearing this, Onodera nodded slightly, leaned back on the table, stopped talking, and listened attentively to the other members of the group expressing their opinions.

Seeing that the other party's attention was on the division of labor in hygiene, he did not continue to ask questions. He just stood up on the periphery and used his height advantage to pay attention to the discussion of the division of labor within the group.

After a while of work, Xing Yuanhui and Onodera stood in the courtyard in the middle of the teaching building. Their task was to mop the floor, and the place was in the courtyard, so they were adding detergent to the water.

It is still morning now, and the sun is completely blocked by the teaching building, but as time goes by, the top floor on the west side is inevitably embraced by the sun, and the struggle between light and shadow slowly moves down on the wall.

In order to save time, Xing Yuanhui and Onodera each cleaned half of the area. Anyway, they didn't know each other, so cooperation might not have a good effect.

But Xing Yuanhui saw Onodera stepping into his jurisdiction, and he asked in doubt: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

He thought the bucket of water was a little far away and Onodera couldn't lift it, so he wanted to ask him for help.

"No, it's about something else..." Onodera thought for a moment, but she couldn't think of a more euphemistic way to put it, so she asked directly, "Well, I don't think you are a student of Junyuan either - because I have no impression of you at all, what is your relationship with Fujiwara-senpai?"

"Eh? Which Fujiwara-senpai?" Which one? The big one or the small one? "And how do you know I had contact with her?"

Although Fujiwara Toyomi said she had no plans, the more beautiful a woman is, the more likely she is to lie. Who knows whether what she said is true or false?

"Of course it's Senior Fujiwara Chika. Have you ever come into contact with other Senior Fujiwara?" She pointed upwards towards the teaching building. "I saw you guys upstairs at the time. I was quite curious because Senior Fujiwara rarely participated in activities with boys, at least not in junior high school."

It was just that he was seen when he was meeting up with Izumi Kei and the others, so that's not a problem.

Xing Yuanhui responded: "No, I was just curious because there were not many people in the courtyard at that time."

He now wishes that Fujiwara Toyomi didn't exist, so he naturally wouldn't admit that he had any contact with her.

The boy then said, "You rarely interact with boys, so you're curious about my relationship with her? Now I'm curious too. Is she some important person who deserves your attention?"

"Don't answer questions with questions, okay?" Onodera was dissatisfied with Xing Yuanhui's answer, but she still answered Xing Yuanhui's doubts first, "Let me give you some general knowledge. Do you know who are the members of the board of directors of Shuzhiyuan? This is not an irrelevant question."

The boy thought about the opening ceremony in the morning. Unfortunately, he only remembered Principal Adolf, the silent freshman representative and the Silver President.

So he shook his head and said sincerely: "I don't know, what's the point of this?"

Onodera smiled, and her expression was as if it was a matter of course. It wasn't a sneer, but the joy of sharing gossip with others was revealed on her face without her noticing.

But what she said next surprised Xing Yuanhui. She said, "Actually, I don't know. I just couldn't listen to what the adults said on the stage."

However, she didn't mean to tease Xing Yuanhui with this question. She quickly added: "But I know that the head of the board of directors - the chairman is from the Shinomiya family, and the eldest daughter of the Shinomiya family - Shinomiya Kaguya-senpai is now in the high school department. And she and Fujiwara-senpai are very good friends, maybe even their only friend."

Xing Yuanhui didn't have any special reaction, and it was not his fault. His music career was aimed at the whole world, and the Shigong family was a conservative family. Its overseas reputation was not worth mentioning at all, and the music was naturally up to the owner.

It didn't come to poach people, so Xing Yuanhui knew something was wrong.

"But I don't know what the Shinomiya family means." The boy was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

He felt like an old thing that had not kept up with the times. When other kids were shouting about Ultraman Ginga and Ultraman Zeta, the latest face he could think of after thinking for a long time was Zero.

Xing Yuanhui tried very hard to recall any famous companies he could name, and after searching for a long time he found a similar one.

I figured it out! Xing Yuanhui snapped his fingers and said, "Is it similar to the Shijo Group? Just looking at the name, it seems like a coincidence."

"There is still some distance between Shinomiya and Shijo. Let's not talk about anything else, just talk about the market value. For Shinomiya, who monopolizes wealth, Shijo's market value is not worth mentioning at all. It is too far away from an old-school capitalist like Shinomiya." Onodera laughed at what Xing Yuanhui said.

Although Shuchiyuan is no longer a purely aristocratic school, the parents of the vast majority of its students are still elites in various industries. As long as the elites are willing to express their opinions and judgments to their children and provide well-reasoned logical analysis, the children's sense of business will naturally improve.

In Onodera's opinion, it was normal for students like Xing Yuanhui who were admitted from outside to not understand these things. Although it was not enough to laugh at them, their misjudgments were really effective in the show.

She did not pay too much attention to the struggle between the Pure College and the Mixed College, so she did not sneer at Xing Yuanhui's judgment. She planned to use this rare opportunity to sort out the logic and make a systematic explanation to Xing Yuanhui.

But sometimes, a wrong process does not mean a wrong result. There is always a chance to hit the jackpot.

It’s just like every student has had a mysterious confidence that he or she can guess the correct answers to multiple-choice questions.