PS1: As the title is, I have been trapped in the cold these days, and I have no inspiration or desire to write, so I will write some other stories first. This school festival is a story about a top student in his first year of high school, which can be regarded as explaining the previous matter, yes.

PS2: The Academy Festival is in the third person, and is described by the author, which can be regarded as a way to make up for some settings from my perspective. Let me talk about the inside story and dark history that Chengjun is inconvenient to tell...

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The elevator door slowly closed, and Aki Yuki swallowed a secret saliva and glanced carefully behind her.

To be fair, she is an outstanding beauty. Whether it is the red ponytail or the straight OL suit, it makes this Aresta female secretary look particularly attractive and often receives stunning gazes, but this time, an exception appears.

The people behind her were not the hypocrite who pretended not to care about her but looked at her secretly with disgusting eyes. On the contrary, the other person's eyes often fell on her. However, the lustful and stunning look was different from the past, but the coldness made people tremble. Every time his eyes fell on her, it made her feel cold and her body felt as uncomfortable as if it was filled with lead.

The neat student uniforms, the vice president's armband on his arms, and a heroic face. These things combined are enough to imagine the image of a young, handsome and capable vice president of the student union. However, these perfect things were destroyed by a pair of glasses and a pair of expressions. The former reflected the mysterious light that made people feel cold all over the body, while the latter showed his tyrant arbitrary and cruel rule at Tianqi Academy with his unchanging coldness and majesty for thousands of years.

The floors on the elevator were constantly beating, and Yuki Atsuki kept recalling the information of the people behind him in his heart. The members of the directors led by Mr. Aresta were willing to put any vicious words on this person, the dictator, the little fox, the bastard, the regent of the student union, the real black hand hiding behind Kurimeng Sakurano, and the conspirator who made the whole of Tianqi dance with his conspiracy... He enjoyed a high reputation among students, and also attracted a large number of people among teachers, and even extended the black hand to the field of the council. In the early student union election, he gave the teacher supervision committee and the academy council a very high-profile way, and made all the plans and conspiracies of the two major organizations make his wedding dress.

All the evidence made everyone believe that he pushed Sakurano Rimeng to the front desk of the presidential election. After a series of plans, Sakurano Rimeng took a detour and fell into the president's throne. He was elected as vice president of the student union, naturally undermined the innocent Sakurano Rimeng and controlled the affairs of this huge organization... Only those who can access detailed reports before and after the election will know how terrible this expressionless freshman in high school is, the reaction of the board of directors,

The consideration of the investigation committee, the conspiracy of the candidates, was under his control. The mutual suspicion of the people and the malice of the conspiracy, and the psychology of the students holding votes were all under his calculations. These things became huge help, helping him push the uninhibited Sakurano Kurimeng to the throne of the president. All of this could be compiled into a new black science, and even the Council and the Supervision Council, who tried to get involved in the power of the student union, finally realized that he had been tricked by this little bastard who suddenly broke out.

Now he is about to arrive at the Council meeting to have a new round of competition with a group of adults who are old enough to be his father and even his grandfather. Tianqi Academy is the destination and home of strange and supernatural powers, but it is also the center of the dark world. Ordinary students can naturally enjoy a dull but warm school life, but as the true representative and leader of these students, he has to compete with countless greed and conspiracy so that this pure place will not become a tool for a certain person or force, and what he has to face is the big people who can influence Japan and even half of the world.

The elevator door slowly opened, and Kazuki walked out lightly, and the sound of leather shoes shining the floor sounded behind him. The importance and force of each step were equally important. Just as every step had been carefully calculated and thought, there was never any possibility of error. For some reason, when hearing the calm footsteps, Kazuki's heart slowly calmed down.

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One and a billion yen.

This is a second semester membership budget report prepared by the student union, which is provided by the student union. It is accompanied by exquisite budget details, which are arranged in pieces, and the number is complex but clear at a glance. The community budget expenditure, class budget expenditure, and school facilities maintenance... Although it is understandable, everyone here knows that this is a big talk. The directors looked at the amount and details in front of them, and without exception, they remembered that Mingguo across the sea every year.

Joke: The Ministry of War will report the military budget for the next year to the Ministry of Revenue. The Minister of Revenue took a look and then carried the coffin to the cabinet with a blue face. Then the Minister of War and the Minister of Revenue became a quarrel. He said that if you want this money, you should bring the troops to grab it. He said that if it delays the national military preparations, are you responsible? The elders of the cabinet comforted and mediated, asked for a lot of money to pay back the money, and finally finalized the budget. As soon as the funds were all allocated next year, it was the Minister of War who held the money and quarreled with the generals of all parties to fight against the corps.

Originally, Tianqi's situation was similar to that there. The student union submitted a budget, but the board of directors did not want to make so much. The two sides fought and had a fight, and finally decided on a suitable price. The student union took the money and then bargained with the various clubs and classes that were rushing in - this should have been the case.

But this time it is different. The lesson from the last time is a lesson learned from the past. The person in charge of the student union is a little fox who is not good at eating soft and hard. He will take away as much money as he wants, and even a dollar will not be less.

——Although 1.5 billion yen sounds like an astronomical figure, it is only a drop in the bucket for the bigwigs here who control the lifeblood of the country’s economy. However, the act of agreeing to this batch of budget quotas and agreeing to allocate funds is far from being a little money - this means that the Council has once again compromised the insatiable student union.

For these big men who have some intentions, bowing their heads to a yellow-haired boy is even more uncomfortable than letting them spend 15 trillion, because this not only means that they have lost to a high school student again, but also means that the Council's control over the school has been weakened again - there is no need to say much about the importance of Tianqi, which is definitely not good news.

So the directors here exchanged glances, and each other's eyes revealed the same meaning - you must not make the mistakes of the last semester, and you must suppress this kid's arrogance.

"Mr. Dragon God is here." The secretary of the conference put down the phone in his hand and said seriously to the directors.

The low-pitched conversation came to an abrupt end. The directors looked at the gate of the conference hall at the same time, and then came to their senses and smiled awkwardly - it was clearly a treatment that only a head of state could receive. It turned out that before they knew it, the people present regarded the young man as a real enemy.

The vermilion door opened with a bang, and there were still no disorderly steps. He breathed calmly, there was no smile on his face, his movements were low-key and gentle, but his whole person exuded an aura that could not be ignored by others, like a silent volcano. He walked to the circular conference table, supported the table with his hands, and naturally glanced at the directors present with a condescending momentum, as if he was the leader of the conference. His glasses reflected a cold light and said calmly: "Ladies and gentlemen."

Wherever the eyes reached, a sense of silence followed. Many directors held their hands under the table and forced themselves to suppress the desire to bow their heads under that gaze. Until this time, these great figures who were in high positions but were still mortals knew that some people were indeed born strong.

——So he came here for a childish and noble reason to protect those unique students.

The battle has just begun, and the directors have adjusted their mentality. Some of them are group leaders who are rich enough to compete with the country, some are steel generals with outstanding military achievements, and some are strong men with mysterious power... Some represent the country, some represent families, and some represent chaebols, forming Tianqi's Council, maintaining the balance of this ancient and powerful organization. They are all heroes on the side, how could they allow themselves to be defeated by a child?

"Two days ago, the Student Union submitted a fiscal budget report. Today, the Council summoned me to answer and take your signature checks back." The vice president pushed his glasses expressionlessly, "1.5 billion yen, details are here, and we can't be missing."

"Dragon God, we are all smart people. There is no need to be careful about these accounts. With your wisdom, even if you have 2 billion, you can make a name." The speaker is Kashizaki Tenma, one of the members of the Council, the head of a Kashizaki chaebol family. He smiled slightly, "But the Council cannot let the student union lead the nose, and you must understand it."

"Full understand, it seems that Director Kashizaki's words are what you mean." The vice president glanced at the other directors, and no one expressed his objection. He nodded quietly, "Then, we will take measures?"

The directors remained silent and sneered in their hearts. In the first semester, the vice president was surprised and defeated six directors one by one, causing the board of directors to suffer a secret loss and had to agree to the student union's budget. But this time, unlike usual, everyone reached an agreement to kill him, so he was consistent in his attitude and there was no room for him to use his tricks.

As long as most people reject it, there is no reason to pass the budget of 1.5 billion.

The vice president smiled faintly, took out a USB flash drive from his pocket, and inserted it into the slot at hand. Then, two design sketches were displayed on the terminal embedded in the desktop in front of all the directors, and there was also a demonstration video, and his voice also rang out: "Particle upward cannon, astronomical manipulator, there are experts among you, you should see that this is not a fake."

Everyone's eyes focused on Director Yaresta, one of the scientific leaders, and he made the last say in scientific research. After the other party nodded, all the directors secretly shouted, if it was such a weapon...

"Do you use this to sell 1.5 billion? I see..." Director Yaresta said in a deep voice, "It seems to be a little too much."

Everyone understands it. Although this move is great, everyone is unanimous and will definitely not let this thing sell for much money. At the same time, the directors also feel a little happy. They use their research results to earn a budget for students. You are just like that.

"Wait, you guys seem to be wrong." The vice president showed a sarcastic smile, "I didn't want to sell it for money."

"Then you take it out..." Yaresta frowned.

"I mean." He pulled out the USB drive in his hand, put it back in his pocket, and then said indifferently, "1.5 billion, no penny can be lost. If you don't give it, I will sell it to the United States for money. When the military department goes crazy, I won't care."

"..." The directors suddenly felt that they were being slashed at the head, and their chests were not uncomfortable. They looked at each other, laughing and crying. If this thing fell into the hands of the Americans, the idiots in the military would not care about it...

"You are betraying the country!" A director slapped the table and scolded him, trying to use the national justice to suppress others.

"Everyone can say such words, but you, the big arms merchant, are not qualified to say it." The vice president glanced coldly at him, then looked up and said, "My research results are not allocated by the state, no dedicated person to help me, but only belong to me. Whoever I want to sell them to. If the military department feels that it is not good, I have the Athena satellite network and proton impact cannons here, and I have patronized 30 billion."

"According to my opinion, I had to ask you for another 500 million budget, but you are the directors of the school after all, and I don't want to make enemies in vain." Taking advantage of the chaos of the directors, the vice president took advantage of the victory and said in a junior tone, "So, the adults should sign the budget of 1.5 billion."

The directors smiled bitterly, and the little bastard looked fearless. If he didn't agree, he might have to do something earth-shaking - they looked at each other and saw the depressedness in each other's eyes.

Sichuan Shen Tiexin really found a good seedling with almost no weaknesses.

They looked at the high school student in front of them with complex and unexplained eyes. The other party still stood silently, without the joy of the winner, nor the pride of the young winner, but rather with the appearance of taking it for granted, and this was the most terrible. Perhaps when submitting the budget, he considered what happened next, prepared the work he should do, and foreseeed the rightful victory. Everything was under his control, without any deviation or any accident.

His name is Long Shencheng.
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