Order French fries at Shuchiin

The principal took a look at the banquet and said with emotion: "This is really beyond my expectations. How did you do it?"

Xing Yuanhui turned his head slowly, like a wolf in the wilderness, and squinted his eyes and said, "Oh? You don't know? How about we talk for a few steps, maybe you will remember it..."

The arrangement of the banquet naturally had to be notified to the school, but there was a person here who was determined to test the student union's ability to withstand pressure. He resolutely rejected Plan A, which was used to save trouble at the beginning, and uttered the taboo words like the evil Party A.

“The banquet style should have French characteristics, but also have the trendy culture that young people are interested in, and…”

If Xing Yuanhui hadn't rolled up his sleeves and asked Fujiwara Chika to make a gigantic phone call, this old guy probably wouldn't have planned to add new budget after making his request.

Plan C provided by Xing Yuanhui and Ishigami - the alternate world calculation plan for the Japanese army's battle against the Maginot Line - was just about enough to win the resurrection match.

Fortunately, there are still people in the student union who can face danger with a smile and do not give up.

When the rational person thought about it now, he naturally became a little angry. He glared at the principal and said, "Next time, don't tell us three days in advance. It goes against my policy to add burden to everyone."

Girls may be more tactful and won't say a word of complaint.

But etiquette does not mean what one feels. Xing Yuanhui looked at Fujiwara Chika's blinking eyes and nodded repeatedly. After a moment, he gritted his teeth and translated truthfully and fiercely: "And it rained heavily in Tokyo yesterday! Shibuya Station was flooded! Do you know how much effort it took us to find souvenirs, peripherals, and miscellaneous goods!"

Since the plan changed, the student union originally planned to go out together to find merchants to place orders, otherwise they would not be able to finish the work.

Originally, he had asked some familiar students from Xiuzhiyuan to help, but a heavy rain caused the original plan to be stranded. If Uncle Baiyin had not come up with a solution based on his many years of experience, Xing Yuanhui would have used a force from outside the world - Quanjing to take care of everything. At worst, I'll pay for it!

The principal enjoyed the complaining looks from the student council, fearing that some special cursed spirit would come out again and force him into the secret room to escape. He quickly opened the door and pushed them away while saying nice things: "Alright, alright! There will definitely not be a next time! Now is the time to have fun, everyone enjoy the party!"

The veteran behind the scenes disappeared into the dark corridor after pushing the person, which made people sigh that even in Shuchiyuan, the corridor lights were turned off.

Do you think you are a silver master? I will turn on all your lights when the show is over...

"Really? He actually ran away..." It was obvious that Ishigami was very resentful about being busy these past few days.

Kaguya took the initiative to smooth things over and appease the crowd since today was a special occasion: "Forget it, forget it. You can wait until tomorrow to complain. At least now is the time to enjoy yourself, right?"

But one of the main people who called yesterday didn't think so. The general affairs officer complained, "It's not that easy to get away with it. Yesterday, the president actually stayed in the storm for half an hour to gather everyone. I had no cell phone and had to go look for him, and..."

Hearing this, Kaguya's mouth twitched slightly.

Who do you think caused the president to not have a mobile phone? I had planned for him to participate in an event at a street shop and he "coincidentally" won the prize!

You've been going to and from school with the president more often recently! Hayasaka said that if you were next to him, you would find out about the winning plan!

For personal reasons, Kaguya has only Hayasaka, the personal guard in the Shinomiya household, whom she dares to trust.

Therefore, she did not trust the other Shinomiya family employees, fearing that they would know that their eldest daughter was trying to send a mobile phone to the student council president, which would cause unnecessary trouble for Shirogane.

But Hayasaka, who could really help her supervise the implementation of the plan, was unwilling to go, so Kaguya's plan came to a halt.

She couldn't complain yet, because Xing Yuanhui could really recognize Hayasaka in the crowd, and it didn't matter what kind of makeup or clothes she changed.

If he saw Hayasaka when he was with the president, he would point at her and introduce her to the president, saying "This is Hasaka, a bodyguard of the Shinomiya family, and possibly a current student of Shuchiin", and if the president knew that this hot classmate who had approached him and asked him questions was her bodyguard, wouldn't that be very troublesome!

Xing Yuanhui ignored the resentful gaze and felt much better after complaining about the wonderful experience of walking in the rain.

Just grumble for a while, if you continue to complain it will be bad if someone hears you.

Well! I'll find another chance to retaliate next time!

Xing Yuanhui, who was holding a childish mentality, looked around, lifted his clothes in front of his chest, and wondered: "As a member of the student union, isn't it too ordinary to just wear a school uniform?"

Fujiwara Chika replied: "School uniforms are also formal wear, what's wrong with that?"

At this time, several students came over and started chatting with Shirogane and Kaguya. Fujiwara Chika looked at their attire and suddenly realized, "Are you thinking of making titanium strips for suits?"

"Is this Cantonese?" Ishigami was shocked. "Fujiwara-senpai, you can actually speak this?"

Xing Yuanhui glanced at the senior sister with the bow tie who was standing with her hands on her hips and looking proud, and said in a critical tone: "Is that the only thing you can say? The God of Gamblers series is very famous, it's not surprising that you would say one or two words after watching it."

The pink-haired senior puffed up her cheeks and said in dissatisfaction: "Really, how can you look down on me like this? I can speak Mandarin, why can't I speak Cantonese?"

Although I really don’t know it…but Cantonese is definitely easier than Mandarin, right?

"Hmm?" The general affairs officer fell into deep thought, looking at the secretary in disbelief, "So the Chinese I heard from you that day was real? Wasn't that just an illusion after I fainted from hunger?!"

"Of course it's true!" Fujiwara Chika said unhappily, "Next time you want to watch Tokyo at 4 a.m., you'd better bring your own dry food, otherwise you'll be at your own risk, humph!"

He did not explain to Chika Fujiwara who was out jogging that day what the suitcase in his hand was, nor did he tell her that he got up early to deliver newspapers.

Although I wasn't afraid of being embarrassed, I simply felt that there was no need to tell her about this, so I just briefly dealt with it and let it go.

On the contrary, Ishigami was listening to the conversation here, looking at this senior sister who was just doing nothing in his eyes with an expression of complete disapproval, and was horrified.

Fujiwara Chika turned around and saw another junior looking at her suspiciously. She was so angry that she said in a low voice: "...I always feel like you guys think I'm an idiot?"

The two juniors looked at each other and felt that it would be too hurtful to say anything, so they could only face her with an awkward but polite smile.

At this moment, Kaguya finished exchanging pleasantries with the French student and looked at the troublemaker trio. Fearing that they might start playing around, she stepped forward to support her bestie and said, "You can't doubt Fujiwara-san, because she really knows a lot of languages. I remember five, right?"

"Suddenly I feel that this world is so strange..." Ishigami's three views were impacted.

“…Lost.” Xing Yuanhui counted the languages he knew and lowered his head helplessly.

Baiyin then ended his conversation with the French student, walked back to his friends sweating profusely, and patted the waists of his two juniors.

He was not paying attention to the conversation between the people around him because he was using all his computing power to recall the French he had just learned.

"What's wrong? As a member of the student council, you can't be downcast at the party."

Xing Yuanhui straightened his back as Baiyin said and asked tentatively: "President, do you know many languages?"

Although he didn't know why the question came from someone like that, Baiyin still answered confidently: "Of course, as the student council president, I have to work hard on my language skills. Otherwise, how can I deal with classmates from all over the world?"

It was the student council president's stubbornness and his display in front of Kaguya that ruined him.

"Then the president can speak French too?" Kaguya said with a smile, "In that case, we can have one less translator, right?"

"Hmm?" Ishigami noticed something was wrong and asked tentatively, "Translate? Why do you want to translate?"

Kaguya nodded and said strangely, "Why do you ask such a question? If we want to enjoy the banquet, wouldn't it be rude not to communicate with the guests?"

She added, "Don't run to the corner. As a member of the student union, you have to be familiar with the social process to some extent."

Oh no! It's going to be bad!

Ishigami turned to ask the general affairs officer who was apologizing to Fujiwara Chika to see if he could find a ray of hope: "Xingyuan, can you speak French?"

"French?" Xing Yuanhui turned around. "Are you kidding? Of course not. It's not an important language."

"Isn't permanent membership important?" Fujiwara Chika is arguing because her junior's apology was too perfunctory.

Your five languages are not the four of the Council member countries plus Japanese...

Seeing the two guys were about to start a quarrel, Kaguya ruthlessly put it out: "Okay, Fujiwara-san is so powerful, let's be tolerant and let them go, okay?"

"Hmm..." Fujiwara Chika didn't answer, still staring at Xing Yuanhui persistently.

After staring at him for a while, she crossed her arms and said, "Humph! I'll settle today's score with you next time!"

"That's it," Kaguya clapped her hands to attract the attention of the student council, "If the president can speak French, then Xingyuan-san will let Fujiwara-san be the translator, and Ishigami-san will follow me."

"Me?" Ishigami pointed at himself, thinking of some terrible memories, and trembling, "This... can I switch with Xingyuan?"

Being alone with the vice president? You'll die!

"Change?" Kaguya looked at Fujiwara Chika and Hoshibuchi Teru, asking for their opinions.

As for Baiyin, he was paying the price for his arrogance. He seized every opportunity to secretly flip through the "French Quick Reference Manual" in the corner and had no energy to pay attention to other things for the time being.

Xing Yuanhui spread his hands and said, "I have no objection, but what arrangements does the vice president plan to make later?"

Kaguya groaned, then replied after a moment, "Probably stay around here. I don't really want to be among the crowd."

As a member of the Shinomiya family, she is naturally proficient in various social methods, but being in the spotlight all year round makes her not very interested in socializing.

For her, casual friends are a waste of time and energy. It would be better to watch Fujiwara no Ken fight against Xingyuan Monster.

"That can't be changed. Yesterday, Senior Fujiwara said that she could make a friend by performing six sentences. Now I want to go and see it for myself." The general affairs officer raised his chin and motioned for Senior Fujiwara to speak.

By the way, listen to what the French are talking about. Didn’t I come to Xiuzhiyuan to broaden my horizons? Why should I hide in a corner?

Fujiwara Chika hummed beside her, confirming that she had indeed said this.

"This is what they plan to do. Do you want to go and make friends with them?" Kaguya said to Ishigami.

The desperate accountant couldn't choose between socializing and the killer Shinomiya-senpai, and was dragged away by the vice-president after not responding for a long time.

"Then let's go." Fujiwara Chika instructed Xing Yuanhui to help her get a drink, and said confidently, "Let me show you my communication skills that I'm proud of!"

Chapter 21: You escaped? On your own?

"Well, let's stop here for now. I wish you a nice night."

Chika Fujiwara spoke fluent French. She raised her glass and clinked it with several French students. Then she dragged her junior who was concentrating on eating to the corner while laughing.

Here, near the entrance to the balcony, the student band that had been preparing was now performing a trial performance, playing a few songs for exchange students in the music field to appreciate and ask for their opinions.

That was why the band was slow to start playing.

The French "coaches" were eager to try and suggested that the students from Shuchiin make room for them, which is why they had a trial performance and why it has been delayed until now.

The band host saw the two students from the student union coming over and thought they were here to urge the performance to start. He led a French representative to them and introduced the two people. The Frenchman asked tentatively:

"Secretary Fujiwara, and General Manager Xingyuan, right?"

This Frenchman did speak Japanese, although he spoke it haltingly.

Seeing someone taking the initiative to speak, Fujiwara Chika winked, which probably meant "I have said so much tonight, it's your turn!"

She was right, so Xing Yuanhui stepped forward and nodded to greet him: "Yes, who are you?"

The French girl waved her hand, her well-defined hair swaying slightly. "I'm the vice president of the French branch, just call me Becky. Your hospitality today is so thoughtful. Please don't use honorifics, which will also help a beginner like me to keep up with the pace of your conversation."

That's really smart. How did you know I don't like honorifics? Look at your hairstyle... Five points for Slytherin.

"Then I'd rather obey your command." Xing Yuanhui smiled, not caring whether it was just a polite remark or not.

Then he said prophetically: "You two are here to perform, right? Don't worry, we are not here to rush you, we just want to find a place with few people to rest for a while."

Becky exchanged a glance with the host and said sincerely, "Thank you for your understanding. We will not disturb you then. But please do not leave for a while. Please believe in the uh... bond between your school's students and ours."

"We will." Xing Yuanhui nodded with a smile. He did not correct her strange choice of words. He watched these people who had added to the drama without permission return to the team and prepare even harder.

After reading it, the general affairs officer turned around and looked at the place where the macarons that had just moved with him disappeared. He also looked at the senior sister's chin that kept moving up and down and the last bit of dessert in her hand, and said helplessly:

"Senior, as a girl, eating high-calorie foods at night will make you fat."

He secretly mixed personal attacks into his words to express his dissatisfaction.

I didn't enjoy my dinner very much, could you please be considerate of the main labor force that moved the things?

But Fujiwara Chika remained unmoved, she ate everything and said with a chuckle, "This is prejudice! Besides, I went out for a run on my day off just to eat more good food, so taking a few macarons from you is nothing."

Everyone else came to the party after having dinner to fill their stomachs, but the student union laborers were the only ones who were busy until the party began. If the three of us weren't people of high moral character, you wouldn't have the energy to laugh now.

"The problem is that I haven't had dinner yet." Xing Yuanhui tried to make the senior feel guilty, and complained: "You know how heavy this is for a teenager who is still growing..."

"Hey, here's this!" Fujiwara Chika was still smiling. She took out the snack allowance left by the friends and family of the board game club from her pocket and stuffed it into Xing Yuanhui's hand. "Chocolate! How is it? Senior sister is very thoughtful, right? It's a good deal to get this!"

He took it and looked at the same high-calorie food in his hand that was fed to him last time. His heart warmed a little and he chuckled and said, "It's indeed a good deal. The macarons are paid for by the school after all. You bought yours with your own money, right?"

"How is that possible? I'm busy too, okay?" Fujiwara Chika spread her hands, "Maki-senpai and Gigako helped take care of it, and the club funds paid for it."

The two equally matched men smiled at each other, shaking their fingers and pointing at each other with an expression that said, "You are the one."

But this rare warm moment is not suitable to be in a place with so many people...

Xing Yuanhui glanced back and saw someone seemed to be staring at this side, or to be more specific, at Fujiwara Chika.

He deliberately put his hands behind his back and stretched his waist, sighing, "It seems like someone else is coming over. Are you famous, senior sister?"

After being reminded by Xing Yuanhui, Fujiwara Chika deliberately tilted her head while holding the cup, using the body of her junior as a cover while observing the people he was talking about.

"Haha, after all, I am still Fujiwara." She laughed exaggeratedly twice, and then asked the juniors, "How is it? Do you still want to continue listening to me chatting with them?"

"Forget it. You don't have time to be my translator, and they're not interested in me, are they?" Xing Yuanhui looked at the locked balcony exit behind the band and made a suggestion, "But I think the senior hasn't rested enough, why don't we go outside?"

He took out a bunch of door lock keys from his trouser pocket and ostentatiously brushed his hand over them, causing a series of sharp metal collision sounds.

Because the balcony fence was not high enough, for safety reasons, Baiyin asked Xing Yuanhui to lock the glass door of the balcony to avoid unnecessary trouble.