124: Chapter 124 His thoughts are the most dangerous

"An Lan, 28 votes, ranked second in total votes."

As the vote counting continued, Counselor Chen Ruobing's face grew increasingly ugly.

As a proper Counselor, having made both subtle and explicit hints so clearly, could it be that none of these freshmen understood?

No, it wasn't that they didn't understand; they were refusing to comply.

She subconsciously looked toward Shen Weiyue. This troublemaker was currently standing with his arms crossed, smiling at her with indifference.

Smiling, smiling, smiling—what the hell is there to smile about?

There are nine spots in total. Even if I can't make you the class monitor, as long as you get selected, I have plenty of ways to deal with you!

Counselor Chen Ruobing frowned and glared at him. Shen Weiyue deliberately looked her up and down, then looked up and down at his own clothes and pants.

"Matching outfits, do they look good?"

Counselor Chen Ruobing inexplicably felt a wave of shame and heat, feeling as if this troublemaker had pierced right into her skin and was thoroughly playing her for a fool.

How did that saying go? "Counselor, he's playing you!"

But why? Why did these people have such high approval for Qi Hui? He was very enthusiastic about helping out during military training, but he didn't have the ability to control the crowd.

As Counselor Chen Ruobing's thoughts drifted, she heard the vote-counting voice continue: "Li Xiaojun, 24 votes, ranked ninth..."

This time, the sky had truly collapsed. Shen Weiyue hadn't even made it into the top nine; in fact, he had the lowest number of votes, ranking twelfth.

With this vote count, even if Counselor Chen Ruobing had ulterior motives, she couldn't easily appoint him. Damn it, what exactly went wrong?

"Hehe, Old Yue, mission accomplished!"

"Well done. I'll arrange it after National Day. Our dorm will go out and see the world, let you guys know what these so-called goddesses are actually like, and dispel the mystique."

Shen Weiyue satisfyingly encouraged Fatty Xie and A-Bin. The three schemers looked at Qi Hui with sinister smiles, all very satisfied with the results of this behind-the-scenes manipulation.

Only their own people knew that Shen Weiyue had been planning to win people over since the start of military training. A-Bin and Fatty Xie had cooperated to almost secretly win over all the boys.

Furthermore, Shen Weiyue had privately promised that as long as the brothers didn't screw him over by making him a class committee member, he would treat everyone to a movie and take the lead in organizing a mixer between all the boys and all the girls.

Who says that if you're capable, you must be the one to stick your neck out? Being the person behind the scenes isn't bad either.

Little Hui actually has a theory that is quite right: if you're handsome, the dorm is handsome, and rounding up, that means I'm handsome.

Extending that logic, if you are the class monitor, the dorm is the class monitor, and rounding up, that means I am the class monitor.

As for me, Director Shen, I want the power of being class monitor, but I don't want to fulfill the duties of being class monitor, and I definitely don't want to be trapped in Counselor Chen Ruobing's snare. I had to resort to this desperate measure.

Counselor Chen Ruobing's face was as dark as water; she was shocked by this class committee election. It was the first time she had seen a Counselor's words carry so little weight. This feeling of being out of control was terrible; if she couldn't manage this class well, she feared it would ruin her reputation.

Oh well, we'll talk about it later. I'll find another opportunity in the future to trap this stinky monkey, Shen Weiyue. I don't believe he can escape from my grasp.

Counselor Chen Ruobing quickly accepted reality and announced the election results: "According to the vote count, classmate Qi Hui will serve as class monitor for a term of one year."

"Classmate An Lan will serve as deputy class monitor, and classmate Chen Liang will serve as the Youth League branch secretary..." "Alright, the class committee members stay behind; other students may dismiss."

Shen Weiyue gave Qi Hui enthusiastic applause, then patted his shoulder to show encouragement, and walked out of the classroom with a smile. When passing by Counselor Chen Ruobing, he even took a deep breath. A top-tier inhalation—it was a different scent. Sigh, damn it, I still can't forget my English teacher. Seeing one person reminds me of another.

Counselor Chen Ruobing didn't understand what he meant and felt baffled.

"Bye-bye, Teacher Chen." Shen Weiyue nodded at her and walked out the door with his head held high.

Fatty Xie and A-Bin followed suit, also patting Qi Hui's shoulder and saying 'work hard', then followed behind Shen Weiyue. The three of them soon disappeared from the Computer Science building.

When they reached a fork in the road, Shen Weiyue said, "Classes don't officially start until tomorrow. What are you two planning to do in a bit?"

"A-Bin and I are going to the internet cafe. How about you?" Xie Dongming asked in return.

"I'm planning to go get the broadband set up in the dorm. Otherwise, there's no way to use it even if I brought a computer."

"What, you actually brought a computer? Didn't they say freshmen aren't allowed to bring computers?"

"Rules are for constraining honest people. Do I look like an honest person to you?"

Fatty Xie and A-Bin shook their heads decisively. This bastard Shen the Pretender King looked cultured and refined when school just started, but in reality, he had the most dangerous thoughts in the dorm.

Shen Weiyue laughed and said, "There you go. Just go surf the net. Daddy has installed the broadband for you to use for free; you don't need to split the cost."

"We didn't even bring computers, so why the hell would we split it?" A-Bin retorted unceremoniously and headed toward the North Gate with Xie Dongming.

Shen Weiyue found the campus telecom service center and stated his purpose. The clerk glanced at him and reminded him, "Guiyuan men's dormitory? That's where the freshmen live. The school has a rule that freshmen cannot bring computers..."

"Is there a rule against installing broadband?" Shen Weiyue asked.

"That, there isn't." The clerk shook his head.

"Then that's settled. Just go ahead and activate it for me. Whether I can use it is my business, and it doesn't violate the rules." Shen Weiyue took out his ID card and handed it over.

"That has to be clear: if you want to cancel the internet later, you'll still be charged by the month if you haven't used it for a full month."

"Understood. Can you go over and install it now?"

"Yes."

Shen Weiyue was very efficient. By the time Fatty Xie and A-Bin returned, he was already tinkering in front of the computer.

"Holy crap, Old Yue, you're so fast. What are you watching?" A-Bin leaned over, having no desire to put on airs in front of Shen the Pretender King.

Shen Weiyue had already hidden the author's dashboard upon hearing the door open. At this moment, the computer screen was playing a movie, the classic zombie film "28 Days Later," which was terrifying and bloody.

A-Bin took one look and was so scared his butt clenched, causing him to tactically recoil.

Xie Dongming also gasped in cold air. Seeing Shen Weiyue turn his head and look at them with a smile, the two of them were almost scared into hugging each other.

Holy crap, is this bastard a psychopath? He's so calm watching such a terrifying movie. We can't mess with him in the future!

These two dogs went out and surfed the internet for the whole afternoon, playing DOTA until the sky went dark.

Shen Weiyue, meanwhile, stayed in the dorm for several hours. Not only did he update his novel and analyze the online store data, but he even sent out online recruitment notices for his novel studio.

The book he wrote himself, "power and sex in officialdom," earned over twenty thousand in royalties last month, and this month it is expected to double.

The online store was also booming, with average daily orders rising by thirty percent. After deducting various costs, Shen Weiyue's monthly net profit was around fifteen thousand.

But this was already the limit of the sisters' high-intensity work.

Feng Jiayue had already said multiple times that they must add more people; they simply couldn't keep up with the workload now.

Shen Weiyue calculated that he had squeezed them to the limit, so he put away his capitalist facade and appeased her by saying he would go over to recruit people during the National Day holiday.

Feng Jiayue immediately stopped complaining.

The bad man was coming over; she had to prepare a belt for him in advance and buy the medicine herself. She was so looking forward to it.