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

Zhou Qianwen secretly made up her mind, and then the two of them returned to their original spot together. They watched Chen Nuanxin, who seemed anxious because she couldn't get any meat, Jiang Xintong, who was flipping through the menu with a haughty expression but couldn't find anything she wanted to eat, and Shan Yaoning, who was a little tired and was resting on Jiang Xintong's shoulder. This group of people...

In short, let's have another team building activity!

……

Inside the president's office, Yan Xingmeng seemed to be in a much better mood than usual, perhaps because she had finally vented her anger and her work momentum had also increased considerably. As the secretary, Shan Yimo was very pleased with this, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, a rare sight for her.

That's good, that's good.

"Jiang Xintong hasn't contacted me for a few days. What's she up to?" Yan Xingmeng asked casually, twirling the pen in her hand.

But when asked this question, Shan Yimo froze, not knowing how to answer. On the other hand, Sun Weizecheng, who was lying on the small sofa next to her, slowly sat up. He had been lying there for more than an hour and didn't know what to do.

"I heard she went to the intermediate class to rebuild her foundation."

When Shan Yimo heard the vice president's answer, her eyes immediately shot over. She knew the truth, and she believed that the vice president knew as well. This nonchalant tone clearly hoped that the president would ask her a question!

"Wow, that's quite diligent."

"President..." Shan Yimo immediately interjected.

“But I chose Guangchang as my dance partner.” Sun Weizecheng said without much hesitation.

Yan Xingmeng paused, including her faint smile. Several seconds later, she slowly raised her gaze to Wei Zecheng, then understood. She glanced at Yi Mo and saw her troubled expression, and then she understood everything.

However, she wasn't angry. She pouted, gave a soft "hmm," and said, "Is that so? How many days has it been?"

Three times a week.

"..." Yan Xingmeng remained silent for a longer time this time, then nodded, pointed at Wei Zecheng with the tip of her pen, and said, "Then I'll change my course to the intermediate class next time too."

"President!" Shan Yimo called out from the side.

Seeing this, Sun Weizecheng became more interested. He stood up, walked step by step to Yan Xingmeng's table, his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile, and said, "Xingmeng, how about I be your dance partner next time?"

"You come?"

"Yes, please!" Sun Weize said with utmost sincerity.

"Wei Zecheng!" An unexpected event occurred, and Shan Yimo was about to explode.

“Okay, I’ll take you.” Yan Xingmeng readily agreed, her tone very calm. Sun Weizecheng’s smile never stopped. He immediately expressed his gratitude, then exchanged a glance with Yimo, whose cheeks were flushed from anger. Who told you to keep it from the president? Let me do it.

"But you've already won, so normally you should let them advance to the advanced class and challenge you again!"

Yi Mo was very angry, so Yan Xingmeng sighed softly, gently patted her arm, and said, "Why are you so angry, Yi Mo? Take it easy. We're just going out to have some fun. Calm down."

Shan Yimo still looked troubled, then turned her gaze to Wei Zecheng, while Sun Wei Zecheng shrugged slightly. The three of them had always had a good relationship, so naturally they wouldn't have any estrangement over such a small matter.

Sun Weize smiled with narrowed eyes, then turned and left the president's office. He walked calmly down the corridor, his mind gradually starting to imagine what might happen in the intermediate class dance room next time. After a while, his head felt slightly hot, even a little overloaded.

His breathing became rapid, and he leaned against the railing, gazing into the distance.

Huh, huh.

Ah ~

Sun Weizecheng is so excited!

75. The president is here!

……

As November drew to a close, Guang Guangchen and Chen Nuanxin referred to it as the "mid-term of 30,000," meaning they had already earned half of their base salary of 30,000. Guang Guangchen was feeling incredibly fulfilled, as if the days were passing by with a few things to do here and there. Counting the days, the next monthly exam was just over a week away, and the thought of it made Guang Guangchen tremble with nervousness.

The time to test the results has finally arrived... Sacrificing rest time at home to extend study time has even frightened my parents. They knocked on the door to tell me not to study so hard and to go out more and relax.

In a world of intense competition, it's impossible to have a proper romance. So, in this world, whether you're a student or a working professional, you all abide by the laws set by the state. High school students have reduced their workload, and with less homework after school, they usually get out around 4 PM. Working professionals strictly adhere to the eight-hour workday—yes, the kind that includes lunch break, working from nine to five. With more time at home, people naturally want to go out and socialize more.

In such a peaceful environment, Guangchang's behavior was clearly that of an oddball, but Mom and Dad... I only studied until ten o'clock!

The temperature is still around five or six degrees Celsius. We're just waiting for the next rain to bring the real winter. Even Chen Nuanxin isn't buying ice cream anymore. She's huddled in an empty classroom with her boss and the other person, enjoying the warm air conditioning, wrapped in blankets, and comfortably resting with her eyes closed.

Because the air conditioner was on too high last night, Chen Nuanxin kept sniffling, about once every ten seconds. Hearing this, Jiang Xintong, who was studying, gripped her pen tightly after a few minutes and turned to stare at Chen Nuanxin.

Before long, Chen Nuanxin's nostrils were blocked by two crumpled napkins, and Jiang Xintong deprived her of the right to breathe through her nose.

Guangchang could review whatever little bit he could while sitting next to him. It could be said that under such high-intensity study, his workbook and error notebook were almost worn out.

"Miss, there's a ballroom dancing class this afternoon. Shall we go?" Guangchang suddenly remembered this and brought it up.

“Go.” Jiang Xintong put down her pen, let out a long sigh, and continued, “I used to barely listen to the intermediate class before moving up to the advanced class, but after listening to a few classes now, I feel like I’ve gained quite a bit.”

"You got promoted to the advanced class without really listening? Boss, you're amazing." Chen Nuanxin's voice had a uniquely nasal quality.

Jiang Xintong leaned back, her back against the chair, her legs, clad in brown boots, crossed and raised, her arms crossed over her chest. Her specially made red uniform was sure to attract attention wherever she went.

“What’s so difficult about that? My family has been teaching this kind of ballroom dance etiquette since I was little. It’s just that I didn’t listen much. The reason I’m losing to Yan Xingmeng now is only because I didn’t pay attention to this aspect in the past. Now that I’m listening to the basic lessons again, I’ve benefited a lot.” Jiang Xintong said very confidently, and her appearance was completely different from when she broke down and cried last time. Didn’t she say last time that it was because we were from different dimensions?

"Wow, that's amazing... The boss doesn't listen much and yet he's reached this level. He's truly impressive."

Hearing the heartwarming compliments, Jiang Xintong was used to it, but she still felt a little proud. She raised her chin slightly and said, "Of course, and the reason I don't like listening to these kinds of lectures is that our Jiang family doesn't need to socialize or curry favor with anyone. It should be others who take the initiative to befriend us. That's the pride of the Jiang family, understand?"

Chen Nuanxin exclaimed in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, then nodded repeatedly, her emotional value at its peak. The 30,000 yuan a month was indeed well worth it.

As for Guangchang, these words sounded very familiar, reminding him of a Korean drama he had once watched. The man's parents, seeing the girl's air of nobility, politely inquired about her profession. The girl hesitated slightly before giving the peculiar answer that her profession was that of a chaebol (conglomerate).

To be able to be so high-profile, its core capabilities must be exceptionally powerful...

The ballroom dance class was scheduled after the second period in the afternoon, and students could choose their classes freely. After the first class ended, students gradually went to their own special class classrooms. Guang Chen took Chen Nuanxin with him, and the two of them slowly made their way there. Looking down from the teaching building, the huge crowd looked like a great migration of birds.

During the journey, Guangchang Chen ran into Sun Weizecheng. They walked for a while and chatted.

"You and Xintong seem to have great chemistry, which means you have a strong heart," Sun Weizecheng said with a smile.

"Is this what you call a big heart?"

“Hmm~ After all, you don’t even…” Sun Weize’s eyes flashed with a strange light, but he didn’t finish his sentence. Instead, he changed the subject and began to ask him earnestly about his opinion of Jiang Xintong.

Opinions about her... that's a rather rare question.

After passing the supermarket, Guang Chen and Chen Nuanxin noticeably slowed down. Sun Weizecheng understood them well, and they each bought a hot bubble tea. Chen Nuanxin went for the extreme option of full sugar, proving that sugar warriors never give up!

A warm current flowed into my stomach, it felt so good... Although Guang Chen remembered reading somewhere that often when the body feels the warmth of what it drinks, the inside is actually already a little scalded, but who cares.

"She may seem difficult on the surface, but she is actually very kind-hearted and considerate of other people's feelings."

“Yes, yes, the boss is a really nice person,” Chen Nuanxin chimed in.

"But I heard that Jiang Xintong gives you 30,000 yuan a month to make you listen to her. Don't you feel uncomfortable about that?"

Upon hearing this, Guangchang Chen and Chen Nuanxin both looked at Sun Weizecheng with blank expressions. Eh...

"You can also give me 30,000 a month, just to annoy me, I don't mind."

Sun Weize was momentarily stunned, but quickly realized that he had asked the question in the wrong way. He smiled and said, "Sorry, my question was just that I was worried there might be some unpleasantness between you and Xintong. Now it seems I was overthinking it. Xintong has grown up quite a bit..."

"No, you're wrong. It's perfectly normal for things to have disagreements. That's what makes a good friendship, isn't it?" Guangchang said leisurely, sipping his hot milk tea.

When Sun Weizecheng heard this, he would recall his friendship with the other two, which was... not bad.

As the three walked, they entered a building. Guangchang subconsciously overlooked why Sun Weizecheng had followed them. They had already passed the main building, but it wasn't until they were almost at the entrance that he suddenly noticed and asked in confusion, "Why did you follow me?"

"What do you mean 'came along'? I'm here today for the intermediate ballroom dancing class too." Sun Weizecheng narrowed his eyes. Every time he saw him smile like that, it meant something extraordinary was about to happen.

"The vice president is attending the intermediate class? Could it be that he didn't even have a good foundation? Hahaha." Chen Nuanxin laughed heartily. She didn't realize anything, but Guangchang Chen quickly did.

"And your dance partner is...?"

"Hmm~ then who else could it be? Of course, it's only the president." Sun Weizecheng said bluntly.

Guangchang Chen and Chen Nuanxin's hearts skipped a beat, and they immediately understood Sun Weizecheng's intention. Even his dance partner had been changed from Shan Yimo to him. This guy had given up the audience seats and gone straight to the main stage!

Since his last conversation with the president didn't go well, and more than a week has passed, he knows that the president will definitely cheer up again. He also heard Jiang Xintong say that she has started participating in various special courses again. He wonders what will happen when they meet again.

"Is that so?" Guangchang smiled helplessly, his reaction was not strong, then he patted Guangchang's arm lightly, indicating that he should go in first.

Sun Weizecheng found his indifferent reaction somewhat strange. Sometimes he felt there was an invisible yet closely connected thread between Guangchang and the chairman, but other times it seemed there wasn't...

Upon entering the dance studio, Guang Chen immediately spotted Jiang Xintong. She was the one that a bunch of students avoided. Jiang Xintong's reputation on campus was that of a typical high-class heiress, and he guessed that very few people in the class could be friends with her.

Jiang Xintong glanced at the two of them, frowned slightly, and waited until they got closer before saying, "You guys are so slow."

"There was a slight delay along the way."

Jiang Xintong saw that the two of them each had a cup of milk tea and snorted, "A poor man's drink! Although it tastes kind of good."

Chen Nuanxin misunderstood that the boss wanted a drink, so she handed him her own cup and put the straw to his mouth.

"what are you doing!"

"Take a sip, boss."

"..."

"Drink a sip."

Jiang Xintong frowned, looked at Nuanxin, and after a few seconds, she reluctantly opened her mouth to take a sip. The extremely sweet taste almost made her feel nauseous.

"Is this still a beverage?! It's so sweet!"

"Is it sweet? Then you can drink the boss's cup." Chen Nuanxin pointed to the cup of milk tea with 50% sugar in the boss's hand.

Their eyes met simultaneously, and the next second, two karate chop strikes landed on Chen Nuanxin's forehead at the same time. Even someone as skilled in martial arts as her felt dizzy; it was a combined attack technique...

The three of them found a place to sit down and waited for a while. Guangchang Chen did not tell Jiang Xintong that Yan Xingmeng was also coming. Anyway, they would run into each other soon. The two of them were so competitive that he was already trying to avoid them.

As the bell rang, a commotion and gasps came from the direction of the door. After the bell rang for seven or eight seconds, as if welcoming the protagonist, a figure stepped into the dance studio.

Her long, straight black hair naturally exuded a cool and aloof air. She wore a high school uniform with a golden lion badge pinned to her chest, symbolizing her status as a core member of the student council. Her long, thick eyelashes fluttered as she scanned the room, finally confirming Guangchang's location.

Yan Xingmeng's appearance caused an uproar, but she ignored the noise and strode straight toward them. Her first move was to approach Jiang Xintong with a hint of excitement, maintaining the same enthusiasm she always showed when she saw her.

"Xintong! It's been another week since we last met. We can compete together again!"

"oh oh……"

Without the victor's superiority, Jiang Xintong could no longer be arrogant, and could only turn her head away and softly respond twice.

Then Yan Xingmeng turned her head to the side and looked at Guang Guangchen. She kept smiling, but her voice became deep as she said, "Good afternoon, Guang Guangchen."

76. Do you get nervous too?

"Good afternoon," Guangchang replied immediately.

classmate?

Jiang Xintong was a little confused by this form of address. Didn't Sun Weizecheng say that Yan Xingmeng's most beloved boy was Guangchang Chen? Why was he adding the term "classmate" to it?

Clearly, she didn't quite understand the ambiguous relationship between the two of them, and subconsciously assumed it was a distant way of addressing each other, but in reality, it was quite the opposite.

Jiang Xintong glanced back and forth between the two of them, then said, "Since you've taken the initiative to come to me, it seems you're in a hurry too. What? Are you afraid of being surpassed by me?"

Yan Xingmeng shifted her gaze from Guang Chan to Jiang Xintong, her smile unwavering, and said, "Surpassing him might be a bit difficult, right?"

"What did you say!" Jiang Xintong frowned.

"Relax, we both know there's a significant gap between us. I heard you've been working really hard lately, so of course I had to come and see for myself."

"Hmph, what's so great about that?" Jiang Xintong was just arrogant, but not ignorant. Just over a week ago, she had suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of Yan Xingmeng. Even though she had gained some experience in the past week, she was still far behind Yan Xingmeng. Faced with Yan Xingmeng's "provocation," she could only secretly remember it and work harder to surpass her in the future.

"Of course it's because I consider you a fair opponent. We've always had wins and losses between us."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xintong's expression noticeably improved. Her good and bad moods were often written on her face, making her easy to understand and guess. At least Yan Xingmeng truly treated her as an equal competitor, which made Jiang Xintong feel much more at ease.

"Whatever... just don't bother me, and don't give me too much advice!" Jiang Xintong pointed at her and said, this was her last act of stubbornness.

“No problem.” Yan Xingmeng smiled, her eyes narrowed.

The next meeting was just like every time before. Guang Chen saw the president after he had calmed down and was able to quickly process his emotions. Perhaps this was the president's personal ability beyond imagination.

"Utterly ordinary" is how Guangchang describes his interactions with the president every time he meets him.

He subconsciously glanced at Yan Xingmeng a couple more times, but Yan Xingmeng seemed to notice his gaze, paused for a moment, then turned her head to meet Guang Changchen's eyes, and then revealed her unique and charming smile.

When the bell rang for class, the students were paired up. When Yan Xingmeng and Sun Weizecheng appeared, the atmosphere reached its peak. The combination of two top members of the student council's F6 created a significant gap between them and many other students. Fortunately, the dance studio was quite spacious, and Jiang Xintong and Guang Guangchen naturally did not shy away from the challenge. Knowing they were inferior to each other, they still had the courage to forge ahead. This was the tenacious character that Jiang Xintong had come to understand.

The two pairs of students created two slightly overlapping large circles in the center of the dance studio. Many students stopped dancing altogether and started watching, intending to appreciate the president's elegant dance moves.

Chen Nuanxin stood at the innermost edge of the encirclement, watching the battle about to unfold between the two groups. She was a little nervous. Because she was chosen by the leader, she was also taking a special course in ballroom dancing. She would sometimes rehearse with the leader and sometimes with the dance partners in the intermediate class. In fact, she was almost ready to move up to the advanced class, but the silly leader was still working on the basics in the intermediate class, so she would stay there a little longer.

Boss, you have to keep it up!

Following Chen Nuanxin's enthusiastic gaze, the two groups of students took their positions in the center of the dance studio. The lead dancer was a little embarrassed. Normally, she would walk back and forth between the groups to give guidance, but now that the student council president and vice president were here, the external instructor was well aware of the influence of both groups, so she naturally couldn't care less about others and became the exclusive instructor for these two groups of students.