A world where love reigns supreme? This is truly chaotic!

Suddenly, Guang Chen recalled the scene of saying goodbye to the president in the botanical garden for the last time. The president said to him, "Let's meet outside next time." At that time, he was really shocked.

So don't try to guess what a girl is thinking. Don't look at the parts that are right. If there's anything wrong, then everything is wrong. All her thoughts and feelings are illusions. It's just that Guangchang can see them more clearly.

Guang Guangchen bought a house in a high-end residential building. The night before, he asked Nuanxin if she needed anything prepared. Nuanxin said she didn't need anything and would bring everything herself. Sun Weizecheng was a little embarrassed, so he said he would bring a large tomahawk steak. As carnivores, Guang Guangchen and Nuanxin's DNA was immediately activated. In the past, they often saw foreign barbecue masters grilling large steaks in short videos. The way they tore into the steaks like wild beasts after they were grilled was quite interesting.

Guangchang Chen and Chen Nuanxin interact a lot on short videos, sometimes twenty or thirty a day. Their online presence is always going strong, and they even have a little "fire person" (a virtual pet). People who don't know them might think they're dating.

Around 11 o'clock, friends arrived one after another. Sun Weizecheng was the last to arrive. When the door opened, we saw him rushing in carrying a large styrofoam box. With so much stuff, it looked like he was going to have a feast today.

"I'm only responsible for the ingredients, not the cooking," Sun Weizecheng stated beforehand.

"I'll do it, Guang... can you help me out?" Zhou Qianwen had been waiting for this opportunity. She finally arrived at Guang's house and glanced at the room Guang had just come out of. Was that Guang's bedroom?

"Okay, sure." Guang Chen was planning to relax today when Chen Nuanxin suddenly appeared behind them, conjured two aprons with her hands, tied them on for both of them, and then pushed them towards the kitchen.

Sun Weizecheng felt refreshed as he watched this harmonious scene. He put his hands on his hips, then, as if remembering something, he immediately took out his phone and first recorded a ten-second video of the three people laughing and joking in the kitchen. He then captioned it "Playing at a friend's house" and uploaded it to his WeChat Moments.

Phew, that makes me feel much better...

45. I chose to confront him!

Bang bang bang.

Chen Nuanxin bent down and watched the caramel popcorn expanding in the microwave. She had been to her eldest brother's house more than once or twice, and given her outgoing personality, it really felt like coming home.

"Qianwen, your knife skills are amazing!" Guangchang exclaimed in surprise as he saw Zhou Qianwen skillfully slicing potato shreds.

"Ah, it's alright, I've been learning a little from my mom all along." Zhou Qianwen didn't even need to look at the knife to cut; she was already this skilled. This newfound level of superb knife skills drew gasps and applause from the two people on either side of her.

The three of them were busy in the kitchen. Chen Nuanxin was responsible for being involved. As dishes were brought out of the kitchen and placed on the table, Chen Nuanxin used precise tabletop composition to slightly adjust the position of each dish. Well, you should learn from her; there's a lot to learn.

Guangchang was unexpectedly happy today. He didn't know why, maybe it was the lively atmosphere he hadn't felt in a long time. He listened to the green peppers sizzling in the oil in the pan, the sound was very pleasant. He then took out his phone, took a picture, and posted it on his WeChat Moments. Before long, he received a reply.

It was sent by Shan Yaoning, Shan Yimo's younger sister. Last time, she asked for his and Chen Nuanxin's WeChat accounts separately. Afterwards, she would occasionally comment on his Moments and chat with him. Shan Yaoning didn't have the arrogant air of a rich young lady. Rather than being very approachable, after getting to know her, Guangchang Chen felt that it would be better to call her Tianran (meaning "natural").

It's so nice to have a chat without any ulterior motives, just simple compliments and giving high emotional value...

Guangchang suddenly felt happy, as if the fatigue he had been enduring recently was being released. This was indeed what high school life should be like. All the students in the school were pursuing unrealistic college romances, only to find they weren't right, go through painful breakups, fall in love again, and start the cycle again. He might as well have spent that time playing games...

The three of them were busy in the kitchen, while Sun Weizecheng in the living room picked up his phone every two minutes to refresh his WeChat Moments and check for replies. No... it would be more accurate to say there were no replies, but he still couldn't help but take a look. Even if what Yan Xingmeng said was true, he wanted to prove just how good Guangchang's daily life was now.

……

"Ah..." Shan Yimo exclaimed involuntarily. Realizing she had made a sound, she immediately covered her mouth with her left hand, glanced to the side, and leaned lazily against a table by the window of a beverage shop, a straw lightly dangling from her lips. She wore a thin suspender dress, with black sunglasses clipped to her forehead, and stared blankly out the window.

The core function of school uniforms is to prevent students from comparing themselves to each other and to greatly limit a person's aesthetic taste. Once it's a day off, changes in clothing and appearance, such as those of super beautiful girls like Yan Xingmeng and Shan Yimo, will attract the attention of many men and women.

"What's wrong?" Yan Xingmeng asked softly.

"No..." Shan Yimo was about to swipe down when Yan Xingmeng reached out with her right hand and grabbed her phone screen. Then Yan Xingmeng leaned closer, and as Shan Yimo bit her lower left lip, clearly feeling uneasy, her gaze fell on the post on Sun Weizecheng's WeChat Moments.

Yan Xingmeng didn't speak, she just clicked on the video on her WeChat Moments. It was only a few seconds long, but you could immediately hear a bunch of mixed chatter and laughter in it. The video showed Guang Chen, Zhou Qianwen and Chen Nuanxin in the kitchen. On the right, Chen Nuanxin squatted down and picked up a big pumpkin, patting it rhythmically twice. Then... the video ended.

Stopped abruptly.

Shan Yimo cautiously tilted her head to look at the president's condition. Although she knew the president was most likely alright, this...

Yan Xingmeng continued to operate the Shan Yimo phone, scrolling up and down, and soon found the video post that Guangchang Chen had sent on WeChat Moments, with comments from other people below.

"Yao Ning?"

"Yes, we added it last time due to special circumstances."

"What day?"

"That was a week ago." Shan Yimo emphasized the time. This timeline was before the president had fallen out with Sun Weizecheng, and before he kept his distance from Guangchangchen. Unconsciously, Shan Yimo became a little cautious when mentioning these things.

"Is that so?" Yan Xingmeng seemed to have lost interest. She let go of her hand, shrank back, and continued to look out the window. The straw she was biting had become flat. This weekend seemed a bit boring.

……

In the following week, Guangchang Chen received no further news about the president, and he couldn't even see Shan Yimo. Come to think of it, a relationship that was destined to be wrong will eventually come to an abrupt end.

On the contrary, Sun Weizecheng approached him more frequently. He had a good personality and was handsome. Whenever he saw Sun Weizecheng's 39-point favorability rating, Guangchang subconsciously ignored the fact that Sun Weizecheng was a mysterious, squinty-eyed odd character.

In short, life is indeed much easier. With the next monthly exam approaching, and how to make Douyin Shop bigger and stronger, these are the points that Guangchang needs to be most concerned about.

On Monday afternoon at 3 p.m., the core members of the student council, namely the F6 members, gathered in the president's office to discuss a proposal that had been discussed for a long time but had not yet been implemented.

"The student council doesn't need that many people right now. Besides, the main members are just there to help us complete our tasks. If something bad happens, it's our core members' reputation that gets tarnished," Han Junche emphasized to Yan Xingmeng behind the president's table, standing in the middle.

"So this is your list?" Yan Xingmeng held a list in her hand, which contained the names of more than ten students. The first name on the list was Guang Guangchen. All the core members had a copy of this list. Upon seeing the familiar name, Zhou Qianwen, Chu Ling, and Sun Weizecheng all reacted to varying degrees. There was no core member who did not know Guang Guangchen.

“Yes, especially the first one, Guangchang Chen. I’ve heard rumors about him and even met him in person! He’s a despicable and vile guy! I strongly demand that he be expelled from the student council!” Han Junche shouted, rarely losing his composure like this, a rare occurrence for the usually gentle and refined Han Junche.

Whether or not Yan Xingmeng stays or leaves the list depends on her personal wishes. At this moment, everyone else turned their attention to Yan Xingmeng.

Aside from Chu Ling, everyone probably knew about the sudden deterioration in the relationship between the student council president and Guang Changchen. Zhou Qianwen was so nervous that she clenched her fists. Being kicked out of the student council was a minor matter; what she feared most was the series of suppression and bullying that would follow.

Yan Xingmeng casually tossed the list onto the table and said, "No need, just keep them all."

These words shocked everyone present.

Han Junche was completely dumbfounded. After blinking incredulously, he said, "Then at least Guangchang should be kicked out first!"

No, he stayed too.

That's quite clear.

Han Junche was even more confused, and even forgot his polite attitude towards the chairman. He frowned and said, "Don't you and the chairman have a bad relationship? Wouldn't it be better to kick him out?"

Yan Xingmeng looked at him with a cold gaze, her tone growing even colder, and said in a deep voice, "I said it's not necessary."

With a single, casual sentence, she rejected Han Junche's proposals over the past few days. His face immediately turned red. Looking at the chairman's emotionless gaze, he realized that although he had known her for over a year, he had never truly gotten close to her for even a moment.

Han Junche had nothing more to say. He even walked resolutely to the door of the president's office, turned the doorknob, and whispered, "Monster..."

He then walked out of the president's office. Never before had Han Junche so clearly understood the true colors of these core members, and it disgusted him! What had all his pretense for over a year amounted to? This indifference showed they didn't take him seriously at all!

Han Junche's face completely broke down, and he strode forward aggressively. His rising anger was impossible to suppress any longer. Now, only one thought occupied his mind: to find Guang Guangchen! He wanted to tell Guang Guangchen everything he had felt! To make him understand that he had been nothing but a pathetic wretch all this time! He might as well just explode!

46. ​​You're just a clown!

……

Guangchang felt a tightness in his chest. Was it because of the hot weather today? All he could think about was getting out of school quickly, going home, eating the half watermelon he had put in the refrigerator last night, and then using the student council as an excuse to go to the supermarket to buy a popsicle to cool down during the last class meeting.

Of course, he wouldn't forget Nuanxin and Qianwen. He bought one for each of them, packed them up, and headed towards the teaching building. He hadn't taken more than two steps when he saw a person who looked very angry. Especially after confirming that it was Han Junche, he was ready to make a run for it.

He made the other person wait for him in the rain twice in a row, and then got sick from the rain and had to stay home to recover. Thinking about it, this meeting was not a coincidence. He can't possibly be trying to declare his competition with him, can he? He's really persistent.

Okay, apologize first. He seems to be in an abnormal mental state. Apologize from a distance.

"Um, senior, I..."

"Come with me," Han Junche said with a gloomy face.

Wow... it looks like I've had this constipation for more than just two or three days.

Where are we going?

"Just come with me, and you absolutely have to come!" This time, Han Junche was determined not to let Guangchang escape.

Seeing his imposing manner, Guang Chen remained calm and sighed, "I won't go with you unless you give me a reason, senior."

When it comes to threats, Guang Guangchen has always been one to respond to gentleness but not force. The more assertive you are, the less friendly Guang Guangchen will be.

Han Junche hesitated for a moment, his face still gloomy, and said, "I want to tell you some things about the chairman. Don't you want to hear them?"

"I don't want to hear it," Guangchang replied immediately.

"I do not believe!"

"..." Guangchang tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He really hoped it was just his imagination. How could he have encountered such a person?

Han Junche stared at him and continued, "It's not just the president, but also the vice president, secretary, and so on. If you're curious, come with me."

He seemed quite well-prepared. Guangchang Chen saw that he was completely determined to keep his word. People in the world of love are all single-minded. He told him to wait for him in the rain, and he would wait until he got soaked and caught a bad cold. His sense of commitment to keeping promises was unusually strong. Perhaps he felt a little embarrassed about this, so Guangchang Chen finally sighed and agreed to talk to him.

First, return the popsicles you have to the supermarket, and then set off with Han Junche.

Led by Han Junche, Guangchang finally entered the school's main lecture hall. The lecture hall was empty, and a faint woody scent filled the air. The atmosphere was very quiet, and even a slightly loud voice could be heard throughout the entire hall.

Why does Han Junche have to find such a atmospheric place even to chat? What's he up to? Giving a speech?

The two walked all the way to the first few rows of seats, where they were even standing on a red carpet. Han Junche finally stopped, then turned around abruptly, his face serious, and said, "Guangchang Chen! The truth I'm going to tell you is this: you've been manipulated by the president all along! She's just using you as a toy for her amusement!"

"Uh... um." Guangchang rubbed his nose. At this point, there was no point in complaining. He should just listen and then retreat.

"Surprised? I'm just as surprised..." Han Junche, who had been speaking loudly just now, suddenly lowered his voice, which became incredibly sad. He lowered his head and said, "I entered the core members of F6 in my second year of high school with the highest score in the grade. I thought I could fit in with them, but I never expected that they never cared about me for even a moment! Now I realize that it was all just wishful thinking on my part!"

"Yeah, yeah, how pitiful." Guangchang nodded perfunctorily. Actually, the fact that it took you so long to understand this shows how insensitive you are.

"For the past year, I've been chasing after that one figure, Yan Xingmeng... I disguised myself as a kind, understanding, high-achieving student praised by countless people! But! I still couldn't get any attention..." Han Junche's expression became increasingly gloomy, and he looked listless.

But Guangchang didn't get caught up in the atmosphere he described. Instead, a curious question popped into his head. He raised his right hand and said, "I suddenly thought of something curious. You said you're pursuing the president, but I heard from Shan Yimo that you seemed to have expressed your feelings for her as well, right?"

Upon hearing this, Han Junche suddenly raised his head: "That's right! Secretary Shan and I are in the same boat, but she and the chairman are birds of a feather! They're all the same!"

That's not right, this isn't right...

Guangchang narrowed his eyes and asked in a low voice, "What role are you putting yourself into? A gentle, high-achieving boy is unexpectedly recruited into the core group of the student council, only to find that the president and secretary are two super beautiful women, and then there are new female students among the other core members. Is there something wrong with the direction of your imagination?"

Han Junche! He's clearly trying to make this a romantic comedy! He's even trying to create a fake harem, isn't he?! His words sound so sad, but they don't hold up to scrutiny at all!

Han Junche was still immersed in the emotions he had created, and said in a low voice, "I just wanted to catch up with the president, so I kept trying to catch up, catch up, and catch up again!"

When it came time to catch up, Han Junche started running. He quickly walked to the steps on the left side of the auditorium, strode up, crossed the platform, and then ran down the steps on the right, completing two laps around the area.

Hey! Don't run around in the auditorium!

"In short! They're a terrifying bunch! Guangchang! You get it now! You're just like me, nothing more than a pathetic clown! Don't think I don't know, you first got to know the president, then Secretary Shan, and finally even the vice president became your buddy. Did you think you'd entered the core group of F6? Let me tell you! You're so wrong! Don't waste your time!" Han Junche charged straight at them, practically shouting his venting.

Guangchang put his hands in front of him to stop the idiot. This fool followed suit, turning his face to the side as if he felt like he was about to be spitted at. But he didn't expect Han Junche to see him like this, equating his behavior with Han Junche's. They were completely different, weren't they?

"What's wrong? Can't you speak?" Han Junche said with a mocking laugh.

"Han Junche, I'm telling you..." Guangchang Chen was about to retort when his phone rang in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was a WeChat call from the president!

Huh? Guangchang suddenly became alert, his eyes darting left and right, and finally he saw a surveillance camera with a red light on above the wall on the left.

what……

Guang Chen pursed his lips, put aside what he wanted to say for the time being, picked up his phone, turned the screen towards Han Junche, and calmly said, "The chairman is calling."

47. Don't ignore me!

The sudden event left Han Junche frozen in place, his gaze fixed blankly on the incessantly ringing WeChat call. For a moment, he was at a loss for words. Logically, after all that outrageous talk he'd just given, and now that the target of his outrage was calling, shouldn't he grab the phone and unleash a torrent of emotion on the chairman? That would fit the script. But... but...

At this moment, he felt a little scared.

He knew that doing so would better suit his current emotions, but he hadn't truly lost his mind. He knew the consequences of doing so would be unbearable, so unable to think of any practical action, he could only stand there dumbfounded, waiting for the WeChat call to end automatically.

But to everyone's surprise, when Guangchang saw that he didn't move, he asked in confusion, then withdrew his hand and pressed the answer button. He actually answered the phone!

Han Junche was immediately shaken.

Guangchang Chen remained calm, placing his phone in front of his left ear to hear what the chairman would say first.

"What are you doing?"

The first sentence was this?

Guangchang was somewhat surprised. He looked up at the surveillance camera flashing a red dot again, pursed his lips, and said, "Are you sure you want to ask this question?"

You can see this perfectly clearly, can't you?

"Can't I ask?"

"No, that's not it." Guang Chen walked to the chair on the left as if no one else was around, propped himself up with one hand, and started chatting with the president.

Han Junche, too timid to utter a sound, stared wide-eyed at the bizarre scene before him. This was happening right in front of him? Han Junche's anger surged again, and his initial shock gradually subsided. First the chairman, then Secretary Shan, and finally the vice-chairman—people who should have had such good relationships with him were now all being directed at this seemingly ordinary Guang Changchen!

It's all an illusion! It's all an illusion! He must have been fooled by the president! What a pathetic wretch!

Han Junche kept using the "spiritual victory method," while Guangchang Chen chatted casually with the chairman about their daily life.

"I've been busy with work this week, so I haven't been able to see you. Are you angry?"

"Why would I be angry about this?" Guang Chen shrugged. He didn't bring up his current situation. Anyway, she should have heard everything Han Junche said clearly through the surveillance camera.

Guang Chen turned his head to look at Han Junche, whose face was as purple as a pig's liver, wondering if he had just ended things like this? Had he stopped?