The old principal droned on for over half an hour from the podium on the sports field. "I'll be brief... Our Donghai University boasts a long, glorious history, founded in XXXX... Just two quick points... Diligence and hard work, study hard, serve the motherland... Two more things to add... Finally, a simple summary..."

Beneath the scorching sun, students below wilted like drooping flowers, utterly listless.

When the principal finally finished, the freshmen were herded into different lecture halls by college for more speeches from deans.

Xia Ziying kept yawning, barely staying awake. Wen Jiaqi secretly scrolled on her phone under the desk.

Li Xinglan, however, sat with noble poise—attentive yet seemingly lost in thought.

Many boys in the hall stole glances at her, their gazes ranging from admiring to lecherous.

Most first-year girls still carried a bookish air, rarely dressing up. Li Xinglan stood out: draped in high-end clothes matching her aura, wearing subtle makeup, her natural beauty made her a radiant swan among the School of Economics and Management’s female freshmen. Countless boys would hunt for her personal details after dismissal.

A certain girl clenched her teeth silently.

*Those damn boys. I got close to her first. Nobody’s stealing her from me!*

Jiang Xuehan still saw herself as male deep down, retaining that instinctive urge to conquer beautiful women. Yet alongside her unease bloomed a flicker of pride.

*After all, this top-tier beauty with an aura is sitting right beside me. Can’t touch her yet, but I can feast my eyes. And someday... glimpses of her in less clothing. Maybe even naked. Just thinking about it makes me giddy.*

*As for those drooling boys? They’ll never get close to her. They’ll just have to relieve the tension alone.*

After the dean and advisors finished speaking, class meetings began. Homeroom teacher Ms. Yu—a plump woman in her forties—led her class of thirty students to an empty classroom. She handed out student IDs, then spoke briefly. *Truly* briefly this time. Next came self-introductions.

Jiang Xuehan remembered similar rituals from middle and high school. Few paid attention unless the speaker was stunning. Most freshmen were shy on stage. Jiang Xuehan, however, stood confidently: "Hi everyone, I’m Jiang Xuehan. Local. I love gaming."

Her blunt intro drew interested whispers from some boys.

But all eyes truly belonged to Li Xinglan. Cool and aloof, she simply stated her name and former high school before stepping down.

Next came electing class officers. The class monitor role mattered far more in university than high school—handling tasks professors couldn’t.

"Who wants to run for monitor?" Ms. Yu asked. "It’s busy work, but scholarship committees prioritize candidates. Be proactive."

A few hands rose half-heartedly. Ms. Yu pointed at one boy. "You. Share your reasons."

He stayed seated. "I won’t run, Teacher. But I nominate someone: Li Xinglan."

A beat of silence. Then nearly every boy erupted:

"I second that!"

"Your Majesty, I concur!"

"Citizen approves!"

*Smart move,* Jiang Xuehan realized. *As monitor, they’d get her contacts "officially."*

Ms. Yu considered it. "Li Xinglan, your file says you were class monitor *and* student council president in high school?"

Li Xinglan nodded, voice crisp but polite. "Yes, Teacher."

Jiang Xuehan couldn’t help but be surprised. *This icy beauty was a leader?*

"Would you accept the role if the class needs you?"

"If the class requires it," Li Xinglan replied simply.

Five names went on the board. Voting was by show of hands—once per person.

Predictably, Li Xinglan swept nearly all the boys’ votes. Among girls, only Jiang Xuehan and one other raised their hands.

The monitor position was settled. Other roles—life committee, study committee—were filled quickly; few volunteered for these supporting duties.

After Ms. Yu covered administrative details, the meeting ended. Only new officers stayed behind.

Walking back to their dorm, Wen Jiaqi grumbled, "Our class boys act like they’ve never seen a pretty face. Practically drooling."

Xia Ziying nodded. "Pushing her for monitor just ’cause she’s gorgeous? Such visual animals. Don’t they know pretty faces are a dime a dozen, but interesting souls are rare? Right, Xiao Han?"

Jiang Xuehan, sandwiched between them, froze. *I’m one of those ‘animals’...* Arguing would strain new friendships. She deftly steered the conversation: "Speaking of classes—we pick schedules soon. Wanna sync ours?"

"Of course! Best friends share classes... Wait, Xiao Han! You dodged my question!"

"Uh—it’s almost noon. Let’s grab lunch when Lanlan gets back..."

The "visual animal" Jiang Xuehan awkwardly changed the subject.