Chapter 143: Xingye: “don’t You Have An Opinion About Me?”
“Maoji~!” The angry Snowy Child was the first to slam its two black little hands on Zuo Hang’s desk!
“On what basis are you rejecting my club?” Xingye’s two big hands followed right after: “Zuo Hang! We’re in the same class! The same team! Good brothers who share the same pants! Shouldn’t brothers help each other out? Fine, Zuo Hang, even if you don’t help me, that’s one thing, but what do you mean by rejecting it? The Student Union has so much budget every year! What’s one more club? Huh? What’s wrong???”
Zuo Hang gave him a sideways glance.
The pile of files that this Student Council President had to review was already headache-inducing enough. Jiang Xia had just shoved a Nine Schools Alliance file into his hands this morning, and in a few days, the new presidents from his other schools would come to White Dragon to discuss together the Nine Schools Alliance’s Battle Venue, the preliminary round’s Secret Realm, the competition system for the joint battles, and a bunch of other messy stuff. He really had no mood to deal with clubs.
He had approved as many as he could.
Those rejected were basically clubs whose names alone screamed unreliability, ones that no one with a brain would approve. Such as classmate Xingye’s “Death Seeking Club”.
Zuo Hang put down the pen in his hand. The newly minted “little assistant” Electric Mouse very perceptively inserted the pen back into the pen holder. Zuo Hang smiled, reached out to stroke Electric Mouse’s soft fur, and said: “Actually, I read your club application.”
“Never mind the name and the purpose in the club application, whatever, let’s just talk about your purpose.”
Zuo Hang pulled a file from a stack and placed it in front of Xingye. This file was none other than Hoshino Ryuji’s “Death Seeking Club” application.
“Look, the club application purpose: Gather 4~10 like-minded trainers to go to the wilds to seek death (in brackets, actually high-risk zone or Secret Realm exploration). Xingye, what do you mean by this bracket? Why not just make it an Exploration Club? Why insist on writing ‘seek death’? Do you think you’re being funny?”
Xingye immediately retorted: “I wanted to use Exploration Club too, Hangzi Ge, but the Exploration Club name was already taken!”
Zuo Hang waved his hand, signaling him not to rush the explanation, and flipped the file to the next page. Zuo Hang continued: “That was the name and application purpose. Now let’s talk about this budget of yours. Good grief, you ask for seven figures. Look at the other clubs—the highest doesn’t exceed five figures. Do you think the Student Union is mine to do with as I please? You want however much and I just give it?”
“The exchange rate between Contribution Points and RMB is 1:1. Asking for seven-figure Contribution Points is no different from directly asking me for a million. You’re pretty clever, Hoshino Ryuji!”
Xingye scratched his head and said: “Wasn’t I just thinking that entering a high-risk zone might require some money to smooth things over? Besides, my club is named Death Seeking but actually for adventure. For entering Secret Realms, don’t we need a couple of Poké Balls? And at the end of the month, give skill books as rewards to outstanding members?”
——Pa~!
Zuo Hang slammed the desk, his voice louder than Xingye’s slap when he first entered the room.
“You’re such an idealist, Xingye. For high-risk zone connections, isn’t your own S-rank Gym Leader identity enough? Poké Balls for Secret Realms still need to be provided by the club? And you want to give skill books to outstanding members? Are you the White Dragon’s philanthropist?!”
Zuo Hang’s body rose a degree:
“Poké Balls are self-provided. If you want to give out skill books, pay for them yourself! Budget cut to one-third of the original. I can pretend I didn’t see the Death Seeking Club name.”
Xingye raised an eyebrow: “Hangzi Ge, so you’re agreeing?”
“I knew it! Hangzi Ge, you have a sharp tongue but a soft heart—you wouldn’t let your brother feel cold!”
With that, Xingye was about to jump onto the desk for a bear hug with Zuo Hang.
Zuo Hang quickly kicked the desk with precise timing. The casters under the chair pushed it, sending him out of Xingye’s bear hug range.
“Pika?!!”
With Zuo Hang gone, only a golden Pikachu remained on the desk. Xingye’s missed bear hug pinned the Electric Mouse beneath him. A muffled “Pika~” was heard, followed by a Thunderbolt of unknown strength coursing through his body. Even the nearby Snowy Child got caught—both the person and the Pokémon were electrocuted into charred black, and Xingye even got a free chicken-coop explosion hairstyle.
This was a Renaissance moment, paying homage to the ancient kill-mat era.
Zuo Hang sighed and pulled out his terminal to send a voice message to Jiang Xia:
“Send two errand boys, the sturdy kind. I have an extra 140 jin pile of trash here.”
Three days later, 20:00, Student Council President office.
Jiang Xia wore the standard “Student Council Vice President” smile:
“Accommodations are arranged. Black Dragon side seems a bit hostile—five people total: one president, one former president, and the other three are Black Dragon celebrities, including the current A-rank Gym Leader of Golden Water Dragon Gym, whose main Pokémon is Giant Swamp.”
“Alright, no need to tell me more.” Zuo Hang rubbed his brow and said: “If they’re hostile, so be it. Worst case is just a fight. If they want to fight, come on—it’s just a waste of time.”
“Jiang Xia, you’ve been pretty busy these days too. Head home early today.”
Jiang Xia was stunned: “But… President, it’s only eight o’clock now.”
Zuo Hang said: “Yeah, eight o’clock—it’s already so late. Have you had dinner?”
“Ah, not yet… But I usually eat at ten.”
Before he could finish, Jiang Xia was pushed back by Zuo Hang’s next words:
“Eating too late makes you gain weight, Jiang Xia. I’ve always thought you spend too much time soaking in the Student Union, so your Dedenne is only B+ strength now. If you could just pull a bit of that file-reviewing time for training, back when we first met, you wouldn’t have lost so badly.”
Bringing up the exact pot not to mention, performed to perfection—Jiang Xia’s expression became a bit unnatural.
Their first encounter… no, more accurately the second. It was truly not something he wanted to recall.
“I’m talking to you. What are you thinking?” Zuo Hang said very seriously: “I’ve always thought the Student Union needs more vice presidents. Huohuo left, and the new secretary is really not up to par. When there’s an opportunity, I need to have a good talk with that little girl. During the Nine Schools Alliance, there’s a ton of crap to deal with—we two really can’t handle it all.”
Zuo Hang pondered for a moment, then suddenly said: “Actually, I have a reliable candidate. He should be pretty good. Bring him to the Student Union tomorrow to try out. If it works, then the Student Union will have two vice presidents from now on.”
Zuo Hang spoke too fast, and without consulting her opinion at all, he made the decision on his own.
“Wait… hold on, President.” Jiang Xia wanted to say something, but Zuo Hang had already left the office hugging Pikachu. As Jiang Xia waved toward the doorway, Pikachu cooperatively waved its paw and said goodbye.
（ps: I know what you want to do→_→）
