Senior Bailin, who had always avoided her past, broke her silence today—a rare occasion. Far from the dissatisfaction everyone expected, she seemed genuinely happy, at least to Shaoze.
Junior Li Ming’s appearance had unexpectedly lifted Senior Bailin’s mood. Her formulaic polite smile vanished completely. In its place bloomed a warm hint of joy beneath her thin lips, her eyes crinkling unmistakably. Shedding her usual overly gentle elegance, the real Senior Bailin felt within reach.
Even Wu Shaoze, who’d known her longest, had never seen this version of her—utterly devoid of distance. Without meeting Junior Li Ming yet, Shaoze already liked him. Making the perpetually overworked Senior Bailin smile so brightly was deeply satisfying.
As one of the earliest Student Council members at Qianning High School, Wu Shaoze admired Bai Ling above all. In every aspect, he willingly admitted her superiority, devoted to learning from her.
“That’s all for today’s report. If Senior Bailin has no tasks, I’ll take my leave.” Not wanting to disturb her rare good mood, Shaoze spoke softly to retreat. But Bai Ling called out, “Wait,” pulling a notice from her drawer.
“I know your information-gathering stalled because it couldn’t be public. Low efficiency was unavoidable. So I secured open-collection permission from the school committee—effective immediately.”
Manna from heaven for Shaoze! With this document, he’d finish the task fastest and most efficiently—no doubt. He took it, hands trembling slightly with excitement.
He almost gushed gratitude and promises, then realized: this document was begged from the committee. What hardships had Senior Bailin endured? His excitement faded.
“I won’t say ‘do your best.’ Just go all out. I’ll handle the school committee.” High schoolers lacked deep scheming. Even department head Wu Shaoze’s shallow thoughts were transparent to Bai Ling.
Trouble her? Though Senior Bailin maintained a gentle, tolerant image beloved by many, those who’d confronted her knew her true terror.
“Understood, Senior Bailin. I’ll go now.”
“Mm. Close the door on your way out.”
Only after her old subordinate left did Bai Ling stretch languidly in the empty office, grunting as she loosened her muscles. Such un-Senior-Bailin behavior must stay hidden—her authority would plummet if seen.
Relaxation flushed her fair cheeks pink. She stroked her lips with a finger. All traces of gentle serenity vanished, replaced by indescribable fervor and joy!
Anyone familiar with her would never link this sinister, malicious Bai Ling to Qianning High’s kind, generous Senior Bailin.
Junior Li Ming! Can you see?! Everyone praises you! Senior sister is so, so happy! I want to fly to you now and confess my burning sincerity!!
Hahaha!! Patience, my dear. Soon, nothing will separate us. Every drop of your blood, every piece of your flesh, belongs to your dearest Senior Bailin!!!
Don’t be shocked then, Junior Li Ming. Only I can be by your side—no one else!
Imagining the beautiful future, Bai Ling burst into crisp laughter. Alone in the office, her malicious cackles echoed, sending chills down spines.
A sudden gust swept in, lifting heavy curtains and her smooth hair. In the sunlit shadow, a silhouette danced on the desk—like a black-and-white clown or a spider stalking prey—a horror-tale flash.
Stark contrast: as she laughed heartily, lingering gentleness still graced Senior Bailin’s face.
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“Military training best tests willpower and performance under extreme fatigue. As I said, it’s the Student Council’s real focus.” After analyzing Senior Bailin’s style, Li Ming pinpointed assessment on training—not interview first impressions like others assumed.
The Council had already recorded true first impressions; only performance remained. With enough data and Qianning High’s schedule, locking the key period was easy. Only those knowing the exact recruitment time could do this.
Without best friend Zhangqianxing’s files, Li Ming wasn’t some infallible fortuneteller guessing dates. With that skill, he’d skip school and laze under an overpass~~
“Sob... Even so, my Student Council hopes are slim~~ My image’s totally ruined in Senior Bailin’s eyes!” Zhangqianxing wore utter despair—like facing a hell-level boss who knew all your weaknesses from the start. How to fight?
He slumped in a Ge You lie, radiating decadence.
“Senior sister won’t reject you over this. But if you’re joining to pick up girls—or recklessly chase... Senior Bailin—think thrice.” Xu Lu had explained so much his throat went parched. He gulped water, finally breathing easy.
“If life loses the thrill of ‘conquering’ girls, what’s the fun?” Hearing this, Xu Lu subtly edged away. This Chen Shimei-type—romantic but not vulgar, like a breeze—made naive girls obsess and addict. Xu Lu, sharp in EQ and IQ, knew such guys well.
