Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 140 The Past of the Student Committee

"Great, great, over a thousand yuan a bottle, might as well take it."

Aze is an optimistic person, and without thinking much, he took the bottle of Michelin from the waiter and poured the wine into the empty bullet glasses on the glass rack.

Logically speaking, these are tasks that should be done by the waiters.

But Aze really couldn't drink anymore, and out of everyone present, he was the only one who kept losing.

I need to find a way to get away, do some other work to catch my breath, and then find a chance to go to the toilet.

Otherwise, he would have been the first one to fall asleep before Pan Yi got drunk.

Zhou Mingyuan, however, thought differently. Being a generous person, he was thinking about how to respond.

So he stopped the waiter who was about to turn and leave, and instructed him:

"Could you also send them a bottle of Fine Wines and put it on our table's tab? Remember to tell them, 'It's only polite to reciprocate,' thank them for the wine, and let's drink together sometime."

"Ok sir."

Based on their past experience, it is common for people to spend lavishly to treat everyone at every table to drinks, either because they are in a good mood or for other reasons.

Zhou Mingyuan had rarely seen someone offer such an expensive bottle of fine wine to each table at once, so he decided to take one home.

Zhuo Tong had similar thoughts, but since Zhou Mingyuan spoke first, there was no need for her to say anything more.

"You guys play first, I've had too much to drink and I'm going to the bathroom. We'll play again next round."

Aze seized the opportunity and, without waiting for anyone else to react, slipped away to the restroom to flush out the alcohol he hadn't yet absorbed, so that his alcohol tolerance would last longer later.

Tangzai wasn't a big drinker, so he went with Aze.

With two fewer people, the dice game that originally had six players is now down to four. It's still playable, but it just doesn't feel quite the same with fewer people.

So they decided to take this opportunity to rest during the break and chat.

Su Momo and Zhou Mingyuan's eyes met seemingly by accident, then they exchanged a flurry of messages, finally deciding on their next move.

"Hey Tong, I have something I'd like to ask you. I wonder if it would be convenient for you to answer it?"

Hearing her best friend speak, Pan Yi was startled, and then stared at Su Momo with her eyes wide open, like a bristling Hakimi.

At the same time, he warned her with his eyes not to ask questions she shouldn't, otherwise he would use his phantom breath technique to scratch and bite her hard.

Zhuo Tong, on the other hand, had an indifferent and nonchalant expression:

"Of course you can, but if you want to ask about the class representative, you have to make sure the class representative agrees, otherwise I can't say for sure."

Su Momo quickly put her arm around Pan Yi's shoulder, stroking it up and down with her hand, smiling as she tried to soothe her emotions:
"Don't worry, Yiyi. I just wanted to ask, judging from how A-Tong addresses you, were you the class's academic representative in college?"

Hearing this harmless question, Pan Yi's wariness lessened somewhat, and Zhuo Tong, seeing this, replied:

"Yes, she was elected when she first entered university and was elected as a class representative. She was elected in the subsequent elections as well, so you could say she was very popular."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, Zhuo Tong smiled faintly:
"Speaking of which, I always vote for our academic representative when class committee elections are held. Shouldn't you thank me?"

Pan Yi snorted, instinctively choosing to contradict Zhuo Tong:
"Bullshit! I got elected as class representative because of my own ability. What does it have to do with you? I could have been elected without your vote." "Hey? You can't say that. When we first entered school and elected class representative for the first time, I don't know who asked me to vote for them."

"In the end, you only got one more vote than Xue Zimo. If I hadn't gotten all three of my roommates to vote for you, Xue Zimo would have been the class representative for all four years of college."

Pan Yi recalled how she had humbly begged Zhuo Tong for votes, even going so far as to offer to introduce her roommate to Zhuo Tong so they could date. She felt ashamed, her face burning with embarrassment.

What was I thinking back then that led me to campaign for votes with such a scumbag?

Even if I, Pan Yi, lose the election and am not elected as a class committee member, I will not ask you, Zhuo Tong, for a single vote!

But then I thought about it again. If I weren't the class representative, how many opportunities would I have had to talk to Zhuo Tong, who had been ranked first in GPA for three consecutive years?
Really fragrant.

"Tch, even if I didn't ask you to campaign for me, you would still vote for me. Don't think I don't know that you and Xue Zimo don't get along."

Mentioning this matter, Zhuo Tong sighed helplessly:
“I never provoked him, and nothing ever happened between us. It was just him being hostile towards me. I am innocent.”

"Besides, I didn't have any conflicts with him during my freshman year. Those were all things that happened in my sophomore year. You, as the person involved, can't say you've forgotten."

party!
Is there even a question? A conflict arises between two men, and a woman is involved. Could it be a love triangle?
This is absolutely amazing!

Su Momo couldn't help but smile like an aunt, her lips curving upwards uncontrollably. She was secretly glad that she hadn't gone to the bathroom with Aze and the others.

If Ah Ze and Tang Zai found out later that they chose to go to the toilet in order to stay sober and missed out on this gossip, how much would they regret it?

Ah Ze, Ah Ze, you've really picked up a sesame seed but lost a watermelon.

We drink to hear gossip, but now we've missed all the gossip while we're drinking.

"Hmm... I really can't remember, what was it because of?"

Pan Yi had already had a round of drinks with everyone present, and now she was a little tipsy and her head was spinning.

Seeing the furrowed brows on her face and the deep thought on her face, Zhuo Tong knew that she had really forgotten.

That makes sense, though. Generally speaking, conflicts that arise in the boys' dormitories won't usually get to the girls' dormitories unless someone deliberately spreads them.

So, in order to help her recall that extremely embarrassing memory, Zhuo Tong said softly:

"Xue Zimo brought flowers to your dorm at that time..."

"Ugh! My head hurts so much, and I can't hear anything!"

Pan Yi looked pained, covered her ears with her hands, and collapsed into her best friend Su Momo's arms.

Of course, Pan Yi wasn't actually suffering from a headache or deafness; she was just pretending to change the subject.

There's no way around it. Just thinking about Xue Zimo, like in those romance dramas, holding a huge bouquet of flowers and loudly confessing his love in front of my dorm room makes me so embarrassed I could dig my toes out of a three-bedroom apartment.

What era are we living in? Why would anyone still think of using such an outdated method to confess their feelings?

Seven years ago wasn't the 20th century.

As a result, he became a minor celebrity at school for a while, with videos going viral and countless onlookers asking:
Who is Pan Yi?

(End of this chapter)