Zhuang Mingge really doesn’t want to be involved in such a thing. The horror of women has already made Zhuang Mingge understand that love is a scumbag in the face of freedom.

It’s really great that the theme of the school festival is not love.

He thought so.

I originally planned to deal with Li Yila's affairs in a cold manner, but what happened today gave Zhuang Mingge a new view on this matter. At least the cold treatment is no longer possible. I should have a chance to talk about it alone earlier.

However, before this, Zhuang Mingge devoted all his experience to the academy.

In the blink of an eye, several more days passed, and there were still two weeks left before the opening of the Academy Festival.

The preparations for the school festival have been completed for half of the time and can be completed in one week. All of this is due to Zhuang Mingge's inspiration and came up with a good way to recruit temporary workers.

In the face of a expensive salary, thirty credits per hour are enough to drive many students crazy.

On this day, Zhuang Mingge finally had time to rest.

Because I worked overtime until around 10 o'clock in the evening yesterday, all the things I should handle were handled. There are rare things that the student union does not have very important things. Zhuang Mingge has time to enjoy his personal time today.

I got up at 7 a.m., washed up and had a meal in the cafeteria.

Most students fear the dignity of the student president and gave him enough private space. No one around disturbed him except...

"Yo, good morning, Mingge."

"Good morning, Sion."

The one in front of you.

Xi'ang Ye Mei, Zhuang Mingge's friend, the president of piano music after school, and the president who Zhuang Mingge once was. He is enthusiastic and wise. Zhuang Mingge said that this is a rare close friend.

"I'll eat steak early in the morning."

Xi Ang sat opposite Zhuang Mingge and placed the food in his hand on the dining table. Zhuang Mingge took a look and couldn't help but say, "Will you feel nauseous when you eat such greasy things early in the morning?"

"I'm used to it." Xi'an said with a smile, looking down at Zhuang Mingge's breakfast, "Soy milk fried dough sticks? Do you really like to eat Eastern food."

"There's no way, I'm used to it."

Zhuang Mingge answered like this. The two couldn't help but laugh.

"By the way. How are you doing recently?" Zhuang Mingge asked after taking a sip of soy milk.

"As usual, but recently we have closed classes. Our class is preparing to hold a romantic cafe at the school festival. I have become the store manager and are responsible for the matter of the entire cafe."

"Cafe? Which one are you? Twelve or thirteen..." Zhuang Mingge recalled, remembering that many classes in the fifth grade were preparing to hold a cafe at the school festival.

He couldn't help but sigh, "The cafe is really popular."

"Is that so? I think the test meeting held by the next class is very good. Unfortunately, the few obey the majority. More than half of our class voted for a cafe." Si'an said complaining.

"Good morning, idol. President." At this moment, Noah, carrying bread and milk as breakfast, appeared and sat on the right side of Zhuang Mingge, "What were you talking about just now?"

"Talk about what activities each class holds at the school festival. There is a cafe in Sion's class, and the class next to him is a bold test meeting. What is your class?" Zhuang Mingge asked with a smile.

"Hidden and Hide Conference," Noah said.

"It's so funny. It's so old. I still have to play this kind of game." Xi'an said with a smile.

"This is not an ordinary hide-and-seek game." Noah retorted.

"Then let's go after the hide and hide. Are your class a group of children who have not graduated from elementary school yet?"

Noah immediately lowered her head and refuted that she could not.

"Okay, okay, say less." Zhuang Mingge spoke out and stopped Xi'an's joke. "I think it's good to chase hide-and-seek, which makes people experience the fun of childhood and evoke memories of childhood.

Not as unbearable as you said.”

"Okay, I apologize, it's me wrong, but Mingge, what kind of event is your class organizing?"

Zhuang Mingge's body stiffened slightly.

Speaking of which, he really doesn't know what activities his class has held. When he handles these applications, he doesn't see the application submitted by his class.

"You won't know."

"Um...well."

“Not decided yet?”

"Probably." Zhuang Mingge answered ambiguously. "You also know that I am busy usually and don't have much time to care about these things, and I haven't seen the application they submitted..."

"This is not OK, Mingge."

Xi'ang planned Zhuang Mingge's quibbling and taught a lesson: "Although you are the student president, you are also a student. At least you should have a good relationship with the classmates in your class. You're too arrogant."

Zhuang Mingge said with a wry smile: "Before I was elected as the student president, my relationship with them was relatively cold. Now that I am the student president, I always feel like I am showing off my power when I go back."

"Then you can still hide from them."

"After a long time, it's not too late to go back." Zhuang Mingge thought so.

Si'on didn't say much, and threw out the sentence "Forget it, you can do whatever you like" and changed the topic.

The breakfast was spent in this pleasant atmosphere. Zhuang Mingge was a little regretful that he did not see William. After asking Sion, he learned that William's class was preparing to hold a concert at the school festival.

As for what concert it was, Zhuang Mingge was not very clear, but William was taken to special training and had not seen him for several days.

After separation from Si'an and Noah, Zhuang Mingge walked around the academy. He first inspected the work of the student union members and found that everyone was working very enthusiastically and in an orderly manner, he bought a lot of cold drinks to reward the hard work.

The staff members of the company's beverages are of course recorded in the student union's account.

Anyway, the students are rich nowadays and don’t care about these small money.

At around 10 o'clock in the morning, Zhuang Mingge took a few turns and thought that Xi'an was right. At least he should have a good relationship with the classmates in the class. So he took a bus to the teaching building and walked into his class.

Like other classes, my class has stopped classes. Teacher Shalina stood on the podium and organized everyone to decide on the content of the class activities for the school festival as soon as possible.

When Zhuang Mingge walked in, the whole class suddenly became silent, staring at Zhuang Mingge with his eyes fixed on him.

"I thought you wouldn't come to class anymore." Teacher Shalina said with a frown and a bad look.

Zhuang Mingge squeezed out a pleasing smile and said, "How dare I? Am I here now? I was busy before, so I didn't have time. Today I took the time to come and have a look, haha."

Shalina shook her hand and walked off the podium, "Since you are here, I'll leave this matter to you."

"Leave it to me." Zhuang Mingge nodded, stood in the middle of the podium, and his eyes swept across everyone with sharp eyes. He was no longer the mixed-race child at the beginning. His identity transformation allowed him to quickly adapt to his current life, and his aura became more and more powerful.

The stronger and more powerful, the most oppressive people in the class could not lift their heads.

Of course, Zhuang Mingge would not do this, and he was not here to cause trouble.

"I'm waiting around in the student union, and I can't wait for the application you submitted, so I came over to see what activities the class plans to hold during the Academy Festival. There are still two weeks before the Academy Festival, so I'll decide earlier.

I just spend one more day to prepare and say what I plan to do.

Zhuang Mingge said with a smile, without a trace of oppression.

"We plan to hold a dance king competition at the school festival." A classmate said timidly.

"Oppose, I think the wine competition is the best."

"I have objections, traditional concerts are the king."

"The concert is a scumbag in front of our food competition."

"Let's have a date together, the best thing is."

...

Zhuang Mingge had a headache. More than 30 students in a class actually had more than a dozen different opinions, and no one allowed anyone to let him go. No wonder he couldn't feel it until now.

He rubbed his temples and saw You Xia sitting in the front but not speaking a word. He moved his heart, raised his hand to calm everyone down, and asked, "You Xia, do you have any suggestions?"

As the most outstanding woman in the class and the chief of the class, You Xia’s opinions cannot be ignored. Everyone shut up their mouths and stared at You Xia tightly.

Youxia said expressionlessly as if she was as delicate as a doll's face: "Anything can be done."

"Then what do you like?" Zhuang Mingge asked.

“Gourmet competition, good.”

"Is the food competition... what about the food competition?" Zhuang Mingge asked again.

"concert."

"What else?"

"prom."

Zhuang Mingge nodded, snapped his fingers, and the chalk flew up automatically, and then wrote three options on the blackboard: "Food Competition", "Concert" and "Dance".

"Now everyone starts voting and decides this year's school festival from these three choices." He glanced at the clock on the wall and said, "In ten minutes, the vote will end."

Everyone couldn't help but open their notes and wrote down their activities they supported neatly.

Then it folded into small notes. When the time came, it was passed from behind to the front and finally handed over to Zhuang Mingge.

Zhuang Mingge opened one by one. Every time he opened a note, he would read out the content on the note and then make a mark under the three choices.

In the end, the food competition won the championship with half of the votes, becoming the event that the class will hold.

Zhuang Mingge began to divide the work and handed over the preparation of food materials to the boys, and handed over the work of decorating the classroom to the girls. The remaining meticulous work was decided by others in the class, and he was not interrupting.

It also needs to give others room to play.

Zhuang Mingge's actions made Shalina amazed, "Although she is still very immature in some aspects, she is already a qualified student president. Your progress is amazing."

Zhuang Mingge said embarrassedly: "Teacher, you are so complimenting." (To be continued)
Chapter completed!