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Of course, switching to a photography studio and changing careers would greatly increase their influence.

The school attaches great importance to the news agency, or rather, Dean Rousseau attaches great importance to his grandson. The news agency has been continuously expanded and now occupies an entire floor, which is divided into equipment rooms, material rooms, film rooms, printing rooms, editing rooms, archives, etc.

It seems like something's missing, like the finance department.

Herwi didn't say anything, and Gawain didn't ask.

Hervy would launch into a grand tour of her family business, chatting for ten minutes at a time about each room she passed. For example, regarding the printing press, which used to have only one, she impressed Dean Rousseau with her perseverance, who made an exception and approved funding to increase the number of printing presses to four.

In short, without her, the news agency would not be what it is today.

Gao Wen nodded emphatically, understanding. The dean wasn't moved, but the dean's grandson was; he moved three times over just one printing room.

Snapped!

Herwi slapped Gawain on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Work hard. The vice president is useless. When I graduate next year, the president's position will be yours."

If it were any other freshman, they would be deeply moved by the fact that they were favored by the club president as soon as they joined the club, and they would vow to work hard to repay the kindness shown to them.

Gao Wen didn't understand. These words sounded familiar. Someone once said, "The Crown Prince is often ill; you should encourage him."

He cleared his throat and said with a serious face, "Please rest assured, President, I will definitely work hard and become your man as soon as possible."

"Not bad, that's ambitious."

Herwie was overjoyed. As expected of her, her ability to make empty promises had improved. With just two sentences, she had won over a trusted confidant.

Although they had only known each other for less than half a day, Hermione liked Gawain very much. It was mainly because of their first impressions. Gawain's poverty was written all over his face. That kind of genuine, unadulterated aura of poverty from the inside out made it clear that he was terrified of being poor.

They're one of us! Herwi has been terrified of poverty just as much!

The two walked and stopped, eventually returning to the president's office. Only then did Gao Wen notice a photograph hanging on the wall behind the desk and chair.

A very handsome young man, around twenty years old, fair-skinned, refined, with a clean and gentle smile on his lips. He looked like an excellent student, and might even be the student council president or something.

"President, who is this person in the photo, and why is it displayed at the news agency?"

“Principal Juntu, the news agency was founded by him when he was a student, and he was the first president.”

"Hiss hiss hiss, is this what the principal looked like when he was young?"

Gao Wen recalled the photo of the principal he saw in the corridor of the freshman office on his first day at school. The facial features were vaguely similar, and it seemed to be the same person, but the photo in front of him looked too young.

Speaking of which, I also met a girl back then, her name was... what was it again?

Because he was so unremarkable, Gao Wen had forgotten the other person's name.

"Dear host, her name is Anya."

"It's not important. I don't need to give these kinds of hints anymore," Gao Wen thought to himself. If he wasn't mistaken, he and this random classmate would have no further involvement.

"How novel! The principal doesn't look like this. Does he have two heads?"

"What I mean is, the principal looked really young when he was young."

“Yes, he only looks old because he’s getting older.” Hervy exclaimed, “That’s right, that’s right, this is a news agency, if they’re going to spout nonsense here, they’ll think she, a cultured person, is a complete idiot.”

"Um, esteemed president, does the principal have a granddaughter?"

Yes, why are you asking?

"I knew it!"

Gawain pushed up his non-existent glasses, a glint of experience in his eyes: "That's how it is in novels. The principal of a magic university always has a granddaughter he cherishes like a precious gem, maybe even a twin. Whoever wins her heart gets the principal's experience book."

"Sorry to disturb your dream."

Hervy almost laughed: "Novels are novels, and reality is reality. In reality, the principal's granddaughter has already graduated and is someone else's fiancée."

That's too narrow-minded, President!

The situation you described also exists in some novels. Because the character is only a fiancée and doesn't have a child yet, the character is somewhat thin and lacks depth, resulting in generally lukewarm reader feedback.

Gawain thought to himself, but continued the conversation: "A young man who can get the principal's approval must be a magical genius. Does he also work at the school?"

“He doesn’t work at the school, I’ve never met him, and he graduated several years ago. If I remember correctly, his full name is Wick Ignis.”

"Ignis...is a member of the royal family?"

Gao Wen's eye twitched. He recognized the name and already knew who the other person was.

"The Second Prince."

Hervy shrugged. Juntu was not only the vice-principal of the Magic University, but also the Minister of Magic of the Kingdom of Jinyao. Even if they were not related, His Majesty the King would not sleep soundly. This was a political marriage.

"..."

Gawain's eye twitched again. The second prince was actually the principal's betrothed grandson-in-law. Damn Hill, he had kept such important information a secret.

It's obvious to anyone with a brain that Hill didn't forget; he deliberately made a careless remark, worried that revealing it would prevent him from recruiting him into the group.

"President, if the second prince's fiancée is so impressive, then who is the eldest prince's fiancée?"

Gawain was curious. The Universal Continent was a magical world, and the Minister of Magic of a country represented something self-evident. It hadn't even been the first in line to the throne's fiancée yet. Could there be another expert?

"The daughter of the Finance Minister is already married."

As expected of a top-tier expert, magic is nothing to him; money is the most important thing. Your Majesty is wise!

Gao Wen was convinced and, thinking of Hugh who spent all his time studying, asked, "What about the Third Prince? Who is the Third Prince's fiancée?"

"I don't know about that. Some say she's a princess from a neighboring country, some say she's a noblewoman from the border region, and others say she's the granddaughter of the Minister of Health..."

"..."

In short, they're not engaged!

Gawain shook his head inwardly. It was truly true that a son's status depended on his mother's. The eldest and second princes, born to the queen, easily secured marriage partners of high rank and power. After the king's death, all he had was the Griffith family, a money-making machine propped up by the king himself, the kind that could be replaced at any time. He had nothing to offer and was undoubtedly a runner-up prince.

Unless the eldest and second princes fight each other and both die suddenly, Hugh will never ascend the throne in his lifetime. He will only be able to live as a duke in a desolate land, and even then, he will be demoted.

"Gao Wen, why are you asking these questions?"

“Since we’re just killing time anyway, let’s chat about royal gossip. You know how we guys are, we like to discuss current affairs,” Gao Wen replied casually.

"No way, I checked, your roommate is the Third Prince."

"You know that too?"

"Yes, I found it by retrieving your file."

You can access my file?!

Gao Wentong was shocked. He never expected that the file, which seemed to have no clue, would come to him so easily.

Hervi's status in Gao Wen's eyes rose sharply. Before him was no longer just a red-haired, big-breasted, long-legged senior and club president, but a shining gold mine waiting for him to explore: "Club president, you are so amazing. You can transfer the students' files as you please. My admiration for you is like a surging river, endless and unstoppable, like a flood."

"Hey, it's not as amazing as you make it out to be..."

Herwi chuckled, her lips trembling as she was flattered by Gawain's blatant compliments. She waved her hands repeatedly, telling him to stop talking.

"I'll listen to the president and not say anything more."

"..."

No, you don't talk when I tell you not to, and you're surprisingly obedient!

Hervy pouted, clearly dissatisfied, but since the words were already out, the president's authority was more important. She decided to stop there for today and properly train her trusted lieutenant in the future, so that he would have some sense and know when to praise and when not to stop.

There are some things that Gawain won't give her just because she says no, and he won't stop just because she says stop.

"By the way, President, how did you manage to retrieve my file?"

Chapter 39 You also know chaos magic? x2

"It's simple. Go to the archives, show your credentials. Our news agency still has some privileges."

Hervy didn't find anything amiss. While student records certainly involved privacy, the news agency's job was to dig into privacy, and these powers were granted by her... by repeatedly lobbying Dean Rousseau, and decided in a small meeting of the philosophy department's higher-ups.

This only applies to the philosophy department; for other departments, even beating Rousseau's grandson into meatballs wouldn't work.

For Gao Wen, the Philosophy Department was enough. He wasn't interested in the privacy of other students, but was only curious about his own. He couldn't wait to go to the archives.

He had no intention of asking Hervy; he wanted to see it for himself.

"President, I suddenly remembered, my roommate was in a car accident, it was horrible, I have to go..."

"Don't leave!"

Herwi didn't care whether Gao Wen's roommate had really been in a car accident or not, and pressed Gao Wen, who had stood up, back down: "Don't forget, you took my interview fee. Whether we can boost the school newspaper's sales tomorrow depends on today's interview."

“Yeah, a whole hundred!” Gao Wen said resentfully.

On second thought, Hervy's extra money was a good thing for him.

Those who received 100 were secretly delighted, as if they had gotten a huge bargain; those who received 1000 would surely be overjoyed!

If it were increased to ten thousand, one hundred thousand...

inappropriate!

If you really spend 100,000, he'll be the next dean's grandson!

"Alright, don't feel wronged. I'll give you a chance to improve. Treat me to dinner tonight." Herwi brushed a stray hair behind her ear. Gawain got off easy; so many people wanted to treat her to dinner but couldn't even get a chance!

"..."

Forgive my bluntness, but I'd rather not take this opportunity.

"Look at how stingy you are! It's just one meal, how could I possibly eat you out of house and home?"

Herwi was furious. She did have a nickname for being a glutton, but that was a misunderstanding. Gawain could try it if he didn't believe her.

Gawain remained unmoved, which made Hervy even more annoyed: "Fine, don't invite me then. Today is your first day at the company, so I'll treat you to this meal. We can do the interview while we eat."

"You're treating?! Really?"

Gao Wen looked like he'd seen a ghost. Hervy, who would be greedy for even a hundred dollars, was actually willing to treat him to dinner. Could it be that she had a crush on him? Was he really going to ride the roller coaster and the pendulum tonight?

"Who do you think you are! We hit it off immediately, so this meal will naturally be paid for by the news agency."

"Embezzlement of public funds?"

"Shut up, don't underestimate my ties to money... I misspoke, don't underestimate the professional ethics of this club president, this is the team building account to welcome the new members."

Herwi blurted out the truth without any girlish blush or shyness: "Come with me later, I know which restaurants on the shopping street are good and which have the best value for money."