Chapter 144: Back From The Dead
Zuo Hang originally thought of letting Zuo Rou try out for the Student Union, but his socially anxious sister was completely unable to handle the Student Union work. Although her social anxiety had gradually recovered, the Student Council Vice President position required frequent conversations and communication with people, which was extremely terrifying for a former socially anxious person to do every day with new faces.
Zuo Hang had approved Jiang Xia’s leave slip, and his sister couldn’t handle it either. As the Student Council President, once words were spoken, they were like spilled water. He had already let Jiang Xia take leave, so calling him back was impossible.
The day before the Nine-School Joint Gathering began, Jiang Xia couldn’t rest assured and took time to visit the Student Union Activity Room.
She still trusted Zuo Hang’s abilities. This man was always extraordinarily meticulous in handling matters. She thought the matters related to the Nine-School Joint Gathering were proceeding in an orderly fashion, but when she opened the door to the activity room, the busy scene she had imagined in her mind did not appear.
Zuo Hang, the man who had given her leave just a few days ago, was lying on the table sleeping at a time when he should have been busy. The activity room’s air conditioning was set very low, but this guy hadn’t closed the window. Not only that, the long table in the activity room was covered with snacks. Two Pokémon with bulging bellies were huddled together sleeping soundly. Turtwig’s foot was on Pikachu’s belly, and it had even pulled his tail over to use as an eye mask.
On the sofa on the other side lay a girl with drool at the corner of her mouth. That was Zuo Rou, and she seemed to be sleeping very deeply.
In an instant, Jiang Xia felt something in her heart about to erupt. She slammed both palms heavily on the Student Council President’s desk and loudly said, “Junior Zuo Hang! You better get up right now and explain the current situation to me.”
Current situation? Huh? What current situation?
He groggily opened his eyes, and Zuo Hang saw a face. It had probably been too long since he’d seen it; upon seeing this face, he almost cried. Great! The Student Union’s savior was back. Zuo Hang lay on the table, head down, arms up, offering his uncapped pen: “Xia Badge! You’re finally back! Sorry, I’ll never give you leave again. The Student Union needs you; you’re the light of the Student Union!”
Jiang Xia involuntarily took half a step back. Wasn’t this persona wrong? Where was his cool junior black-bellied soul? How had he become possessed by Xingye after just a few days?
“What happened to you? Don’t scare me! Hurry and give me back my cool president.”
“When people are extremely exhausted, it triggers the purest essence of their inner self. I’m not cool at all; I’m just a loser who happens to have a few awesome Pokémon.”
“Loser? Oh my god! How can those two words come out of your mouth? Wake up, president!” Jiang Xia walked behind the desk and pulled Zuo Hang up by the collar. He was lying on the table; his eyes were slightly squinted, mouth slightly open, with drool from sleeping at the corner of his mouth, looking utterly lifeless and a bit dumbstruck. Jiang Xia waved her hand in front of his eyes, but this guy didn’t even move his eyeballs, just like he was really retarded.
“What have you been through these past few days? Does the Student Union really have that much work?” Jiang Xia wiped the drool off his face with her sleeve, then patted his face hard, trying to wake him up. But Zuo Hang showed no sign of waking, so Jiang Xia had no choice but to take out Dedenne’s Poké Ball.
“Dedenne, shock him!”
“Dedenne—!”
Upon receiving this command, Dedenne instantly became abnormally excited. Unable to shock Pikachu, shocking his owner was still great.
“Zzzzt~~~—!!!”
A surge of electric current coursed through Zuo Hang’s entire body.
A few seconds later, his already fluffy hair was directly blasted straight up.
Zuo Hang felt his consciousness clear up a bit. He had no idea why he had slept so deeply; it was clearly just one night, but it felt like he had slept for over half a year.
If nothing like Celebi or Dialga altering time had happened, he could only attribute this supernatural event to his own extreme fatigue.
Zuo Hang vaguely remembered having a dream where he was in his third year of university in his previous life, majoring in environmental design. It was tough back then; he had to stay up late every night drawing and making PPTs, then go to the podium the next day to present. These days in the Student Union had directly made him dream back to university. These days, he had been approving various club applications, arranging accommodations for representatives from the other eight academies, preparing two speeches as the White Dragon representative to deliver on stage on the day of the Nine-School Joint Gathering, and the tradition of the Nine-School Joint Gathering: the exhibition match on the day of the joint gathering match against the Black Dragon High Student Council President, who ranked second.
He really couldn’t take it anymore. Speeches should be written by the secretary, but Huohuo wasn’t there, so he typed two purely on the keyboard himself. Receiving teams from other schools should be the vice president’s job, but he had given Jiang Xia leave, so he personally handled receiving eight schools.
Jiang Xia said, “Couldn’t you find some officer to run errands? Don’t tell me you handled a ton of stuff all by yourself.”
Zuo Hang glanced at him: “The Student Union just finished changing terms; the officers from the previous term all left. The new little officers don’t know anything. On the first day, I sent them to pick up people from Dongshui High. They picked them up but got lost in the academy themselves. They called me several times asking for directions. Damn it, I’m not a tour guide! They’ve been in school for days and still can’t remember the way?! And they’re supposed to be White Dragon High elites; it pissed me off so much my blood pressure shot up.”
Jiang Xia scratched his head and said, “Actually, you can’t blame them entirely. Our school is indeed pretty big; I used to get lost frequently too.”
“Deden—!” Someone lightly knocked on the activity room door twice, and a girl wearing a Black Dragon High uniform entered the activity room.
“Hello, White President. About tomorrow’s exhibition match… we haven’t rehearsed yet.”
The freshly awakened Zuo Hang pretentiously picked up his glasses from the table, put them on, and said, “Exhibition match? Who are you?”
The girl in the Black Dragon High uniform pointed at herself and said, “It’s me, President Zuo. We’ve met; did you forget? You personally came to pick me up. I’m the Black Dragon Student Council President.”
（ps: I really didn’t expect this book, with its naked run + eunuch updates every day, to still get around a hundred new collections. I forgot what I wrote earlier. I had written half of this chapter, then supplemented the second half because I forgot the plot, so it’s a messy supplement. I roughly only remember the relationships between the protagonists and the secret realms they’ve been to; as for what they did in the secret realms, I completely can’t remember. Thinking of just updating a 10,000-word mega chapter to finish it. Qidian seems to have no word limit per chapter, so I just let loose and wrote wherever it went.
I even forgot what Pokémon Zuo Hang has. Plus, lately writing a new book, while writing Zuo Hang, my mind jumps to Bai Hang, and I hallucinate Bai Hang slaying a dragon in my head.）
（ps2: Dropping the new book title again; hurry and invest before it signs!）
