Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 329 - 156: The Second Cup of Milk Tea in Autumn [Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to Everyone!]_2

Chapter 329: Chapter 156: The Second Cup of Milk Tea in Autumn [Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to Everyone!]_2

Fuck, he can brag for a lifetime.

"Shit!"

Liu Yu was annoyed as hell, feeling that these people were all as good as blind.

The selection for the other positions that followed was a bit by the book.

Pei Fei became the League Branch Secretary, Fang Mingyuan the sports committee member, and Liu Yu, looking like a straight-A student, bagged a spot as the study committee member.

Listening to everyone’s applause, Liu Yu just felt the irony, but he held it in, figuring that with Lin Baici’s frequent overnight absences, he would make a mistake sooner or later.

"At that time, I will take back everything I’ve lost!"

Liu Yu swore to himself in secret.

When it came to the position of arts committee member, an intense competition ensued unexpectedly between Ji Xinyan and Bai Jiao. The girls cast more votes for Ji Xinyan, perhaps because Bai Jiao seemed too aloof.

On the boys’ side, more voted for Bai Jiao because Ji Xinyan’s fashion choices seemed out of place for a freshman. They preferred the sweet girls over the "tea sister" that was Ji Xinyan.

In the end, Ji Xinyan lost by a mere three votes.

"That concludes the class committee selections. Let’s congratulate all the committee members and hope they can lead the class through a bright and colorful university life!"

After Gu Qingxiang finished speaking, she left the classroom, leaving time for the students.

"Guys, shouldn’t we create a class group chat?"

Xu Daguan’s social butterfly syndrome acted up again, and he went straight to the girls, asking for their WeChat numbers.

"As expected, a top broadcaster is full of confidence!"

This scene made Zhang Zhixu drool with envy.

"He’s still got to ask on his own, man. Lin Baici and Jiahui, they get numbers thrown at them!"

Fang Mingyuan teased Lin Baici and Qian Jiahui.

"Monitors, you’ve just been appointed, where’s the red packet?"

Xu Daguan chuckled: "Share the joy with everyone, eh?"

Lin Baici didn’t say a word and just sent out five red packets of a hundred yuan each in the class group.

Mr. Xu: The class leader’s really generous, wishing you good kidneys and a good appetite.

Legend23: Take it easy, don’t blow it all now and end up drinking porridge next month.

Rising Sun: I can add a chicken leg to my dinner tonight, thank you, class leader, I’m bowing to you!

"Should we all change our nicknames to our real names?"

Pei Fei suggested; she checked and found that Legend23 was Fang Mingyuan, Rising Sun was Zhang Zhixu.

"The red packet is too big!"

Some felt embarrassed to grab it. After all, everyone’s just a student and they’re spending their parents’ money. Flushing it away like this didn’t seem quite right.

Dream Hunter: Keep the party going, everybody.

Then came ten consecutive red packets, each worth a hundred yuan!

Quite a few girls checked Dream Hunter’s profile picture, and though it revealed nothing, they suspected this person to be the wealthy second-generation Qian Jiahui.

Liu Yu was also thinking of sending red packets, but what Lin Baici and Qian Jiahui were doing seemed too grand, and he felt it’d be miserly to send less, yet felt the pinch at the thought of sending more.

Lin Baici had already considered this and quickly remedied the situation.

Lin Baici: Damn it, I was just so thankful for everyone’s love and support that my hand slipped and I sent too much, don’t learn from me, guys, it’s killing me!

Everyone heard Lin Baici mock himself and started teasing him in response, lightening the mood for the other committee members as well.

Lin Baici: If you really want to send a red packet, make it a maximum of ten yuan, just a token of appreciation, don’t send more!

Lin Baici: This is the first order of the new class leader, you must listen!

Bai Jiao gave Lin Baici a deep look because of that remark.

Liu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, feeling like he finally got a break thanks to Lin Baici.

Pei Fei sent a ten-yuan red packet, following Lin Baici’s lead.

Lin Baici had money, but at times like this, he couldn’t show off, or he’d make the other committee members lose face. So, he called out to Qian Jiahui.

Lin Baici: Rich Man Qian, wrap it up with a hundred yuan packet, will you?

He knew Qian Jiahui wasn’t short of money. Watching live broadcasts every night, he’d toss out thousands of yuan, and the only reason Qian Jiahui hadn’t splurged in the group was that he wasn’t on the committee and didn’t feel entitled.

Now with Lin Baici’s encouragement, Qian Jiahui felt honored and immediately sent out a thousand-yuan red packet.

Dumplings: Isn’t this a bit much?

Fang Mingyuan: Don’t worry, better he treats us to a meal than squanders his money on some female streamer he’s never even seen.

Even Hu Wenwu knew that in Qian Jiahui’s eyes, spending a few thousand yuan was like a few dimes, and he wouldn’t bother remembering amounts less than ten thousand.

Qian Jiahui: Actually, I’ve met them.

This comment made the boys turn green with envy, looking at someone who didn’t care what the girls thought of him because no matter how carelessly he spent, there would always be someone chasing after him.

Mister Official: How about we go out for a meal tonight?

Zhang Zhixu: That sounds good!

Qian Jiahui: Let’s do it, I’ll foot the bill!

The words of a tycoon always carried such swagger.

Pei Fei: Let’s wait until the weekend, it’s too rushed today.

Bai Jiao: We can schedule it for the last day of the National Day holiday.

After some discussion, everyone agreed to gather for a meal on the afternoon of the seventh day of the National Day holiday.

There was an English class at four o’clock.

Students went to the classroom in small groups, and the group chat was abuzz with activity, especially Xu Daguan, who was as lively as a rabbit in heat.

Although the English teacher was male, Lin Baici paid attention in class because he planned to go abroad to explore God’s ruins in the future. Without English, it would be very inconvenient.

Speaking of which, he thought, should he cram some Goryeo language for the winter holiday preparation? Surely, Kim Myungjin would serve as a guide and wouldn’t deceive him, but knowing some language himself would certainly be more convenient.

During the break, a girl in jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie came in.