Dating sim loading: My girlfriend is a cunning young lady
Chapter 220 - 126. Before the Cultural Festival (1)

Chapter 220: 126. Before the Cultural Festival (1)

Yesterday, Dubian Che stayed up late and spent all morning classes sleeping, only to perk up after having lunch.

In the afternoon, there was a swimming class, and he swam back and forth thirty times in the pool to make up for the morning run he had missed.

After gym class, he returned to the classroom to find that it was already the last period. He took his oboe, ready to practice for a bit with the Wind Instrument Club.

Before he could leave the classroom, he ran into Jiutiao Meijie, who seemed to have arrived at school without him noticing.

"Where are you going?"

"To the music room." Dubian Che sized her up, comparing her to last night when she was dressed in a gown, half-dressed, and undressed.

"Don’t go, come with me to the Executive Committee."

Dubian Che felt the weight of the oboe in his hands, "Does it officially start today?"

"Yeah." Having said that, Jiutiao Meijie turned and walked out of the Class 4 classroom.

Dubian Che put his oboe back on his seat and was about to follow her when someone called out to him.

"Mr. Dubian," the male class president, holding up his constantly slipping glasses, came over, "Could I trouble you to grab an event application form?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

"No problem, it’s our class’s issue anyways."

Five days had passed since the student council president incident, and a few of the boys along with Dubian Che had gradually returned to their previous relationship.

When he got to the meeting room, Dubian Che asked the person in charge for two activity application forms — performance activities for clubs had to be applied for as well, so he simply filled out the Human Observation Department’s application form too.

After filling it out, he handed the form to the activity review team.

"Please review this."

"Alright, please wait a moment."

Dubian Che stood in front of the counter formed by long tables, idly looking around the newly rearranged meeting room.

The first "command" from Jiutiao Meijie as the head of the committee was to rearrange the tables and chairs here into a space suitable for office work.

Each group had its own position, with minimal interference while still having enough space to accommodate students for groups that required it.

Yet, the person with the most space was the Minister herself, even though she didn’t need to meet with anyone. All she needed to do was stamp, control the progress of activities, ensure smooth operation, and occasionally veto some activities she found unsatisfactory.

At that moment, she was drinking tea and looking at progress charts submitted by the leaders of each group on her tablet.

Her sliding fingers occasionally paused, and whenever they did, it meant that she was dissatisfied with a group leader’s progress.

She didn’t scold people; she just told them what they needed to achieve by the end of the day.

No one knew what would happen if they did not meet her requirements, and no one wanted to find out.

Dubian Che shifted his gaze, looking at the student who was doing the audit registration, remembering that she introduced herself as Kiyomizu.

"Kiyomizu-san, may I ask, at the time the ’Cultural Festival Guidebook’ is published, in what order will the programs be listed?" he asked.

Kiyomizu Wanyo stopped typing, thought for a moment, and replied, "I think it’s by syllabary order."

"Don’t you think that’s quite unfair?"

"Eh?" Kiyomizu Wanyo looked at him puzzled.

"I understand, sorting by the syllabary emphasizes that there’s no hierarchy or difference in popularity among the clubs, classes, or grades — even the baseball club and the Wind Instrument Club have to follow this order. But," Dubian Che paused briefly, "isn’t it quite unfair to those who submit their application forms early?"

"Where is it unfair?"

"Why should..." Dubian Che initially wanted to name a specific club, but after thinking for a bit, he realized he knew nothing about the various clubs at the school and couldn’t think of any that begins with ’a.’

He rephrased, "Why should a club, just because its name starts with the first syllable of the syllabary, get to do nothing and occupy the most prominent position in the official publicity materials every year? Is that fair?"

"But it’s always been this way," Kiyomizu Wanyo said unconsciously.

"Just because it’s always been that way, does that make it right?" Dubian Che pointed at her computer, "We used to register by hand before, and then we switched to the more convenient computer. Similarly, we should gradually adopt a more fair and better method for club rankings, don’t you think?"

His succession of words was powerful, and his reasoning was sound — he thought it was almost time to conclude, but then Kiyomizu Wanyo replied:

"It’s not up to me to decide, Mr. Dubian."

Dubian Che: "..."

Then why didn’t you say so earlier!

Laughter that didn’t bother to hide its mocking tone came from behind, and Dubian Che turned around to see Kiyono Lin, who had just arrived at the meeting room.

"Didn’t you see I was working hard for our club? Is it right for you to laugh at this time as a Minister?" Dubian Che said irritably.

"It’s just standing there waiting for approval, so bored that you come up with this topic on the fly. Don’t pretend like you’ve been completely devoted to the club."

"Submitting the application form first and then, while waiting, still thinking about how to get more people to pay attention to our event — isn’t that complete devotion?"

"Sophistry," Kiyono Lin, resting her chin on her hand and speaking in a condescending tone, criticized, "You’re just turning a losing battle into a supposed noble struggle with your use of words."

"You two," at the top of the room, Jiutiao Mei with her legs crossed and tea in hand, moved her gaze from the tablet stand to them, "What are you doing over there?"

After last night’s event, Dubian Che began to see her as his real girlfriend. At that moment, even though there was no threat of being killed, he suddenly felt the panic of being caught in the act.

"No, nothing."

Jiutiao Mei would believe him when pigs fly.

She put down her tea cup, folded her arms, and commanded, "Come here."

Under the watchful eyes of the Executive Committee members, Dubian Che walked over awkwardly.