Compared to the explosion that was similar to deep frying, Special Class One was actually exceptionally quiet. This feeling was probably the feeling of when their boss who was a little private entrepreneur becoming the world’s top billionaire within a night.
On that night, the discussion of that video was in full swing on Sheng Meng High School’s forum.
Ono Taeko: A ticket to Dayu is 180 yuan ah, how much is gifting one to everyone in school ah? Who is this Yu Tang?
Thousands of gold coat became a horse: Upstairs, was your math taught by the PE teacher? You don’t even know how to calculate this.
Your daddy little Nezha: Yu Tang is the one from Special Class One that’s running for student council president ya, did you guys see? The photo is really handsome.
Difficult to lie disease: Just running for president, making such a big fuss over nothing, for what?
Regardless of whether or not it was making a big fuss over nothing, when the next day’s election came, it had at least proven that Yu Tang’s method had succeeded.
Basically the whole student body had rushed into the assembly hall, and there was no place to sit. Fortunately, the school had already prepared for this, and had moved the meeting place to the sports field. Yesterday, they had selected ten candidates, and today everyone had ten minutes to give a speech, competing for the position.
However, under the circumstances where the entire school population had went, Song Xiao hadn’t, as he was forced to stay in the classroom to do homework by Yu Tang.
Song Xiao blinked. “Why?”
“There’s nothing to see. You always can’t finish your homework, with a modern phrase it’s called the clumsy bird flies early.” His Majesty the emperor had said seriously.
“……” Song Xiao looked at the homework of two people on the table, whose fault was it that he couldn’t finish?
Song Xiao leaned on the window, looking at the departing figure of the emperor leading his hidden guard. Hearing the impassioned sounds in the school, he seemed to understand why the emperor wouldn’t let him go.
This was just like when, because the two of them were unexpectedly stranded in an abandoned village, for the sake of them getting by better, he had no choice but to run for village chief. For the villagers, the position of the village chief was extremely valuable, but for the emperor… it was really a bit shameful.
Song Xiao didn’t go watch the course of events. In any case, the emperor became the student union president on the next day, and Jiang shaoye who had vigorously publicised himself, because of his recent violation against the school rules, had been ruthlessly eliminated by the school.
“What is this?” Song Xiao lifted the red armband with the words ‘On Duty’, pushing on the paper clip on top.
The emperor, lying on the bed wordlessly, waved his hand at Song Xiao, motioning for him to come over to attend the emperor to go to bed.
The dean had allowed him to pick a few department heads, and everyone would wear this red armband, helping the school inspect who had come late or left early, sanitation, the degree of orderliness during the morning run&#k2026;&#k2026;
“Makes us look like the Red Turbans.” Song Xiao was engrossed in lowering his head to investigate the armband, and hadn’t seen the emperor’s gesture.
Yu Tang glared at him, yet didn’t make a sound of rebuttal. These trifling small benefits were completely useless, and Yu Tang was carefully scheming on how to use this ‘Red Turbans’ to seek some tangible benefits from the school.
Sheng Meng High School’s student union, because the school was suddenly inspired to assemble a cabinet system, had the positions below the president determined by Yu Tang.
Yu Tang was suddenly bustling about, and hadn’t attended quite a few days of self-study classes in succession, who knew where he ran off to. Of course, Song Xiao was even busier than him, because the burden of schoolwork was really heavy.
Originally, he had no foundation in studies, so he had to learn the high school study program while supplementing his middle school knowledge, while also learning the general knowledge of the modern world.
The bookshelf in the dorm room was filled with all sorts of books Yu Tang had bought for him. After he showered at night, Song Xiao raised a hand to take ‘Society And Law’, then suddenly realised that in between this book and ‘Yangjin Dictionary’ was a thin and small book. It was the book Yu Tang had bought on Saturday, ‘Xiaotang Under The Moon’, and he couldn’t resist taking it to look over.
“On the second month of spring, the capital’s early mornings were still cold, but the candidates for the imperial examinations looking at the public roll of successful examinees seemed as if they weren’t aware…” The story in the book, started on when Song Xiao was among the “gongshi”.
“What are you reading?” Yu Tang wiped his hair as he approached.
“This.” Song Xiao raised it up for him to look at.
Yu Tang’s expression was somewhat odd.
“It was written quite interestingly, but there are some nonsense, I certainly have never been able to reply quickly and fluently in the monarch’s palace,” Song Xiao laughed. “Has Your Majesty read it?”
“No,” Yu Tang said with a blank face, turning around to get into his own bed, pulling on the curtains around his bed, turning on the lamp at the head of his bed, and started reading.
“Pa!” The dormitory turned out the lights on schedule, Song Xiao was reading the exciting part, so immediately he was somewhat unwilling to put it down.
Resentfully climbing into his bed, he tossed and turned but was unable to sleep. Song Xiao looked at the light leaking out from the crack in the emperor’s bed curtains, and was a little envious. “Your Majesty…”
“En?” Yu Tang’s response came through from inside.
“Could I borrow some of your light?” Song Xiao held his book in one hand and walked over to the emperor’s bedside bare-foot, wanting to open a slit, coming to ‘pierce the wall to steal a light’.
“No.” Yu Tang pressed on the curtain.
Song Xiao flattened his mouth, turning to go back to sleep. Suddenly, a slender arm extended from behind the curtain, seizing his waist and dragging him onto the bed. In an instant, he screened off the light again.
“Wu…” Song Xiao was startled.
“Sh, leaking the light will have our marks deducted,” Yu Tang quietly spoke beside his ear. “If you want to read then read in zhen’s bed.”
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Little theater
Xiaoxiao: Your Majesty, can I read on your bed
Fish Tang: Taking the initiative to climb onto the emperor’s bed, is it to seduce zhen?
Xiaoxiao: No, it’s to read a book
Fish Tang: Reading erotic pictures?
Xiaoxiao: Wh, where?
Fish Tang: You yourself are reading.
Huangye Mohe: Specially gifting an X-rated booklet, Jingyuan emperor and empress’s wedding night
Fish Tang: Even saying that it wasn’t to seduce zhen, hmph hmph hmph
Xiaoxiao: QAQ
Baobao Notes
As of this Monday, I’ll be spending about a week or two off from updating, due to irl responsibilities, I hope yall can understand. As a reward, I’ll update a few extra chapters when I return.