Sunny Su shot me a glare. "You don’t actually think you have a choice, do you?"

I looked at her serious gaze and couldn’t help laughing. "No choice? Are you kidding me? My hands and feet are attached to me—how can you control me?"

Sunny Su gave a mysterious smile. "Ahem… Vice Monitor Li Ze, there’s something here that needs your attention."

"Handle it? Is there anything I can’t handle?" I spread my hands, shrugging nonchalantly.

She stared at me in disbelief. "You’re sure?"

"Sure!"

"No second thoughts? No regrets?"

"No thoughts, no regrets!"

"A gentleman’s word—"

I cut in impatiently. "Enough talk. Just tell me what it is."

Sunny Su, blushing deeply, handed me a sheet of paper.

It’s just paper—why blush? But the next second, I regretted it.

It was a club application form… signed by Teacher Zhang. Meaning he’d sent me to help Sunny Su run the club, and now…

"Sunny Su… you tricked me!"

She finally dropped the hand covering her face and burst into laughter. "Hahaha, Li Ze, didn’t see that coming? Hahaha, a real man keeps his word—no backing out! Remember to report after school starts."

Without a word, I crumpled the paper. "Let me…" I took a deep breath, smoothed it out, and signed my name. "Sunny Su, remember this… today’s trick—I’ll get you back someday!"

She snatched the paper, glanced at my signature, then kicked the nearby table hard.

"Hey! You two—stop playing that console, or I might only collect your homework when I’m in a good mood!"

Hearing her, they immediately dropped the game console on the table.

"M-m-monitor… we weren’t playing! What’s up?"

Sunny Su glared coldly and tossed two papers. "Sign them."

They whispered, "Can we skip it? We have plans after school…"

Her icy gaze locked onto them. "Sign. Them."

They nodded frantically, filling out the forms without another word.

Sunny Su watched, satisfied. "Good. I’ll let you slide this time… but I know all your secrets. Might tell the homeroom teacher someday. Behave yourselves."

"Yes, yes! We’ll follow your teachings, Monitor—study hard and improve daily!" they stammered, terrified of angering her.

Luo Yu finally set down her chocolate bar and walked over. "Since Li Ze’s really joining, I’m taking over as club president!"

Sunny Su’s eyes widened as she stared at Luo Yu. "Luo Yu, what are you doing?"

Ignoring her, Luo Yu pulled out her phone.

"Hello? Dean of Studies?"

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"Mm-hmm, Luo Yu here."

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"Oh, no objections to renaming the Study Club to Literary Research Club?"

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"And no issues with me as president?"

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"Ah… this year’s sponsorship fees might be tricky with the old ones…"

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"Oh? Possible? Knew you were reasonable, Dean."

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