Peng Chenghui bowed and exited the dean's office, turned around and went downstairs, and subconsciously bit his finger joints.

He wanted to be a student cadre since he was a child, but in his middle school, if he wanted to be a cadre, he didn't occupy any of them compared to learning, popularity, and even appearance.

Even he himself is embarrassed to compete with others.

Before going to college, his highest position was the health committee member of the class, which was still mixed by helping to do duty after a long time after class, and as a result, he had to continue to help on duty to keep this position, once he wanted to manage whom, reminding the students on duty that they were not good enough, then his only advantage was gone.

He also wants to be like a squad leader, like a team committee, surrounded by people and become a helmsman.

Finally, he came to the university, unlike the middle school, the concept of class collectives among college students is relatively weak, and small groups are more solid, when the counselor asked who was interested in being the class leader, no one raised their hands, so Peng Chenghui showed his ambition for the first time, and raised his right hand with some trepidation.

After that, he collected class fees, organized class meetings, assisted teachers in informing, and even collected homework, and he used his time to be busy, and he also received praise from his classmates.

Although the class leader was stable, he found that this was not the same as the class president in middle school, he still couldn't direct any work, he didn't have subordinates, and he wasn't even regarded as a respectable figure by his classmates.

It seems that he is still just a health commissioner who helps others on duty, but the content of duty has changed.

It wasn't until one day, when the student union recruited new students, and he represented the class to attend the mobilization meeting, that he saw the real university.

A row of student cadres sat on the stage, each with their own table cards, in the middle was the radiant chairman, then the vice-chairman, the various ministers......

Below, in the front row are the deputy ministers, and then the backbone officers, general officers, and intern officers.

There are clear hierarchies here, and what kind of status you have, what kind of treatment you can get.

The environment here is simple, and they are all members of the group who are keen on this kind of collective, just like between people who play games, if you play well, you will gain respect and become the focus, and in that circle, even if you have the title of student union president, no one will look at you.

In the student union, those with high official positions are more powerful and decent.

As if he was being absorbed by a magnet, he joined the collective without reservation.

Unlike other classmates who have the purpose of exercising or trying to be fresh, he has a clear goal, he knows how to forbear and drill camp, he knows how to be a person in advance, and he is more willing to put on a smiling face and bend down.

Compared to hardcore student council officials like him, others are nothing more than amateur players.

He climbed up step by step, and maintained the system of the student union, he not only voted for the leadership, but also subtly changed the environment of the student union bit by bit, making the power more effective and the status more noble.

For him, student union life gradually became real life, the rest of the university was no longer important, and the student union seemed to have become a "national China" on the university campus, his world, his field, his utopia.

All this is going well, and soon, the president who has been promoted to senior year is about to step down, and he will undoubtedly succeed him as president, if this is a competitive game, then the president's throne is his gold medal, his champion, his trophy of "glory king".

However, just now, in the eyes of the vice dean, he clearly saw a kind of disappointment, this kind of look he had seen in the eyes of the middle school teacher, during that time he had something at home and did not help his classmates on duty, which led to the loss of the health red flag in the class, and that red flag seemed to be the only meaning of his existence in the eyes of the head teacher.

After that, the head teacher appointed a beautiful girl as a health commissioner, so the male students were very conscious of staying on duty, and some male students even stayed on duty every day for this purpose.

The irony is that the girl is very reluctant, and she doesn't care about the position at all, and she doesn't even bother to bring two bars.

Although the head teacher did not remove Peng Chenghui from his position, he was still nominally a health commissioner, but it didn't take long for everyone to forget about it, and this collective no longer needed a health committee member who would only help his classmates on duty.

Is the dean thinking the same thing?

Why, somewhere just one step away from the top of power......

When he walked to the door of the administrative building, Peng Chenghui couldn't avoid seeing Zhou You, who was standing at the door with a smile and making a phone call.

Zhou You didn't leave, it seems that he was waiting for someone.

Waiting for me.

Peng Chenghui secretly clenched his fists and sank his face, now he seemed to be facing a catastrophe at the end of the world, and his head was already a mess, but the demon king had already come to the door, and he had to deal with it.

Zhou You also saw him, only smiled slightly, waved his hand in a friendly way to say goodbye, and then moved a step to the side, let go of the door, and continued to talk and laugh in one direction casually.

Zhou You didn't wait for him at all, and he didn't intend to argue, provoke, or have any conversation.

Peng Chenghui was ignored.

Along with the neglect of his years of hard work, the world of the student union that he fought for and reshaped, the goddess of the pinnacle of power he chased.

Although Zhou You let go of the door, the voice still came.

"Okay, okay, don't send me pictures, I've had enough, if you have any opinions, you can find the dean yourself." ”

"Don't, don't put a top hat on me, the student council environment is about my, they play their tricks, just have fun, I don't have time to correct the rules of the house. ”

"Hurry up, I've been waiting for 5 minutes. Okay, don't mention the student union, I know you don't care, you just want to break the world and steal the children's lollipops. ”

Zhou You sprayed for a long time, shook his head and hung up the phone happily, in fact, he also put down the matter with the student union at the same time, Peng Chenghui is just a classmate he doesn't like very much, and he won't cause any of his emotions.

However, when he turned around, he found that Peng Chenghui was staring at him, with a lot of sweat on his body and face, and his expression was also heavy.

"Also...... Is there something wrong?" asked Zhou You.

"Who were you talking to on the phone just now?" asked Peng Chenghui Mumu.

Zhou You smiled helplessly: "Mature baby, this matter is over." ”

"This is ......" Peng Chenghui stared at Zhou You, his face began to wrinkle gradually, and he squeezed out a rather forced smile, "Yes, yes, it's over." Brother You, what I did before was wrong, don't take it seriously. ”

This turn made Zhou You feel very frightened, and he swallowed and spitted: "I didn't take it seriously." ”

Peng Chenghui's heart was crossed, and he licked his face and came up: "If the dean asks again, don't give the little brother a face...... If there is anything you want me to help with in the future, just mention it. ”

He said and took out his phone again: "Add a friend." ”

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