Chapter 18 College Union, Zhang Zixuan

The night grew deeper.

But Villa No. 6 was brightly lit.

Four people stood at the fence gate outside the Villa, the guards on duty tonight.

They leaned against the doorframe, smoking precious cigarettes, occasionally looking back at the Villa behind them. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the first floor, they could see figures moving inside.

"I never thought a single cigarette could be so precious before..."

"Yeah, if it weren't for the presidents of the societies and the teachers, we wouldn't be able to get these supplies."

"Exactly, a box of cigarettes can be exchanged for a pack of water."

The four guards chatted idly, sighing with emotion, how blissful it was to smoke a cigarette at this very moment.

Meanwhile, more people were inside, holding a meeting.

These were the core members of the Four Great Societies, plus several teachers from the Academy's Academic Affairs Office.

The sofas were full, the chairs were full, and even the stair steps were crowded with people. Laughter, chatter, and clinking glasses mixed together, buzzing like a New Year's celebration.

"Alright, it's time to talk about serious business!"

Zheng Yuan, the president of the Sports Society, had a neat buzz cut and a black sports vest that accentuated his sturdy muscles.

After he spoke, the buzzing sound quieted down somewhat.

Wang Zhelin, as the president of the Literature Society, slowly began, "Today, over a thousand new students arrived. How many participated in the activities? And how many are interested?"

The girl responsible for registration immediately opened her notebook: "Two hundred and thirty people paid the management fee, which is about fifty percent of their supplies, enough for us to eat for two months."

"Only two hundred and thirty people?"

Zheng Yuan frowned, "A thousand people came today, and that's all?"

The girl shrank her neck: "They are really dirt poor, only carrying a few packs of biscuits. Paying would be pointless. And many are very vigilant, saying they need to think about it, and avoiding us."

"Think about it... Hehehe."

Xu Lingzhi smiled: "For those who are interested, give them a deadline. If they don't pay now, they won't have to pay later. Scare them a bit..."

He was the president of the Youth Volunteer Association, and when he smiled, his eyes narrowed into slits, with a foxy air about him.

Several core members of the Youth Volunteer Association beside him laughed in agreement, "Brother Lingzhi is still the most thoughtful."

Xu Lingzhi continued, "Don't waste the poor ones; arrange them for the scout team... Road No. 3 is short of people. If they die, it's their problem; their supplies are ours."

"Allocate twenty to me tomorrow."

Zheng Yuan, as the president of the Xinghuo Sports Society, was responsible for the scout team's deployment.

Xu Lingzhi shook his head: "The quota for the poor is limited; we can't send them all in at once. Keep them for gradual use. A few die today, a few more are replenished tomorrow. It can last for quite a while."

Director Li sat on the adjacent sofa, legs crossed: "Indeed, if we kill them all at once, the public's trust will be lost. We have plenty of time, no rush, no rush."

He was from the Academic Affairs Group, and the men and women beside him were also teachers.

In reality, these directors and teachers shouldn't be in this Living Area.

After all, the Living Area explicitly mentioned an age limit.

They were only here because they hitched a ride on other Vehicles.

Teacher Lang also nodded: "It's about making things last. We just say a few words, and they gratefully hand over their supplies. We must exploit them to the fullest..."

"I have even more over there!"

Director Li nodded along: "Those young girls are all terrified. Some even proactively asked if I needed help cleaning, anything at all, hahaha."

Zheng Yuan grinned: "Your teacher status is still the most effective. Students have feared and trusted teachers since childhood, and that hasn't changed even in the apocalypse."

Director Li laughed, his face full of wrinkles: "This is called status advantage."

Wang Zhelin pushed up his glasses and said meaningfully, "Your scout team is also doing quite well. Although there's a drain on manpower, you're getting a lot of supplies..."

The smile on Zheng Yuan's face froze for a moment, then he waved his hand: "Oh, President Wang, don't be sarcastic with me. This was all arranged by President Zhang. I'm just doing the work; she decides the material allocation."

Wang Zhelin smiled and said no more.

But his eyes glanced in a certain direction.

Everyone followed his gaze.

On the single sofa diagonally opposite the fireplace sat a girl.

She looked to be in her early twenties, with a small, oval face, fair, translucent skin, large, round eyes that drooped slightly at the corners, giving her an innocent air. Her lips were lightly pursed, and the corners of her mouth naturally curved upwards, making her seem to be smiling all the time.

She wore a white strapless top, revealing her delicate collarbones and rounded shoulders, and a tiered mini-skirt, showing off a pair of fair, straight legs, crossed and resting on the edge of the sofa.

She was curled up in the sofa, soft and sweet, tilting her head, listening to the person next to her speak. When she heard something amusing, the corners of her mouth curved slightly, revealing two shallow dimples.

Very sweet.

So sweet that it made one want to pinch her cheeks.

But no one dared.

Because she was Zhang Zixuan.

President of the Debate Society.

Chief Coordinator of the Film Academy Joint Association.

Wang Zhelin looked at her, waited a few seconds, and seeing that she had no intention of speaking, he took the initiative: "President Zhang, could you say a few words about the allocation of supplies?"

Zhang Zixuan raised her eyes, round and bright: "About what?"

Wang Zhelin narrowed his eyes and slowly said, "There are some opinions about Zheng Yuan's scout team getting more."

Zhang Zixuan smiled, sweet and obedient, her eyes curving into two crescent moons: "They run to Road No. 3 every day, with people dying and getting injured. What's wrong with them getting more?"

She paused, then looked at Wang Zhelin: "Does President Wang also want to join the scout team and experience it?"

Wang Zhelin was startled and quickly waved his hand: "Uh... that's not necessary, it's just that I..."

Zhang Zixuan picked up the lemon water from the coffee table, interrupting him: "I knew President Wang was just joking~"

Wang Zhelin was choked.

Zheng Yuan chuckled beside him, raising an eyebrow at him.

Director Li laughed, smoothing things over: "Yes, Zixuan is right, it's very fair!"

"Director Li, you flatter me."

Zhang Zixuan looked up and sat up straight, her hands clasped on her knees.

"Since everyone is here, I'll say a few more words."

"There are so many people in our Film Academy. If we want to live safely, have you ever thought... what do we need?"

She paused, her gaze slowly sweeping over everyone:

"What we need is unity and rules! The students just arrived in the Living Area, they don't understand anything and are very panicked. We collect a little management fee for supplies, not because we are greedy for their meager belongings..."

"Everyone performs their duties; take what should be taken, give what should be given. Our Film Academy is a solid block of iron!"

Zheng Yuan nodded beside her: "Zixuan is right."

Wang Zhelin pushed up his glasses and also nodded.

Then, applause erupted.

First, it was sparse, then it grew denser and louder.

Zhang Zixuan lowered her head slightly, as if a little embarrassed, a faint pink blush rising to her earlobes.

She looked up and smiled at everyone.

"That's all for today then. Everyone, go back and get some rest early."

Everyone nodded:

"President Zhang, you should also get some sleep early."

"See you tomorrow, see you tomorrow."

The applause gradually died down, and everyone was about to disperse.

Director Li suddenly remembered something and leaned forward: "Zixuan, there's something I need to tell you."

Zhang Zixuan tilted her head, blinking her eyes: "Hmm?"

"That Chen Yu, who killed someone in the square today, you heard about it, right?"

"Mm."

Director Li lowered his voice: "Uh... reportedly, before he killed Zhao Shu, he asked where you were."