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Watching Qing Qing\'s father staggering a bit, Song Yun was about to step forward to help when he saw a man emerge from the shadows. It turned out to be Tu Gang, the personal bodyguard.

After Tu Gang steadied Qing Qing\'s father and nodded at Song Yun, he left. As for the young miss, wasn\'t Song Yun still there?

Song Yun and Ye Qingqing had both drunk tonight, and since the sports car only had two seats, they had no choice but to take a taxi to leave.

Back at the villa, Song Yun couldn\'t wait to kiss Ye Qingqing, and they made their way to the bedroom.

No words were spent throughout the night.

The next day, Ye Qingqing, with her messy hair, looked at the time and screamed.

Song Yun sneezed, sat up, and asked, "What\'s wrong?"

"It\'s already past ten in the morning! I have a meeting at eleven!"

Ye Qingqing bit Song Yun in dissatisfaction; it was all this guy\'s fault. He was like a wild bull last night, otherwise she wouldn\'t have slept for so long.

So, Ye Qingqing hurriedly got up to shower and put on makeup, while Song Yun curled up under the covers in bed, watching her lovely silhouette.

"Just stay home nicely, I\'m off to work!"

Ye Qingqing had already arranged for a company car to pick her up; she gave Song Yun a kiss, grabbed her bag, and left in a hurry.

Song Yun might have been in good shape, but he couldn\'t handle the craziness of the night before.

Feeling utterly exhausted, he turned over and went back to sleep.

Song Yun only woke up at four in the afternoon, and it was the ringing of a phone that disturbed him.

"Hello, who is it..."

"Brother Song Yun, are you free tonight?"

It was a call from Yuan Siyi. After Song Yun woke up a bit and checked his phone, he saw that Ye Qingqing had mentioned at noon that she wouldn\'t be home tonight. Since the missus was out, he would definitely be free.

"I\'m free, are you coming home for dinner tonight?"

"No, no, it\'s our school\'s evening event, I\'m actually performing... will you come?"

Hearing the expectation in Yuan Siyi\'s voice, Song Yun agreed to come.

The event was starting at seven in the evening. Song Yun got out of bed and made some fried rice with eggs. After eating and preparing himself with a shower and a change of clothes, he took a taxi to Lanyue Hotel, got in his Lamborghini, and headed towards Yuan Siyi\'s school.

Twenty minutes later, Song Yun arrived at the school. To avoid drawing attention, he deliberately parked his car in a distant underground parking lot and began walking to find the location of the event.

He asked around and eventually made it to the third floor of the vocal music building, knocked on a door, and entered.

At this point, all the performers of the evening were inside, and they were startled to see an unfamiliar face.

The girls, in particular, were filled with stars in their eyes at the sight of Song Yun.

This handsome guy is so good-looking! Is he a dance partner brought in by the school?

A girl wearing a JK uniform gathered her courage and approached to ask, "Handsome guy, who are you looking for?"

"Looking for Yuan Siyi."

Upon hearing this, the girls sighed, accepting there was no chance for them. Yuan Siyi was considered a school beauty at the school, and they definitely couldn\'t compete with that.

The girl who had spoken up seemed a bit downhearted too; she turned towards a compartment inside and shouted, "Si Yi, someone\'s looking for you!"

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Yuan Siyi was in the middle of getting her makeup done. When she heard the call, she poked her head out, and upon seeing Song Yun, she happily threw herself at him.

"Bro!"

Today, Yuan Siyi was dressed in a very pure and cute outfit, a set of school uniform with a white shirt underneath, instantly pulling people back to the feeling of being in school.

"How is the preparation going?" Song Yun asked with a grin.

"All done~"

Yuan Siyi said, wrapping her arms around Song Yun\'s arm.

"Then I\'m looking forward to your performance."

Song Yun didn\'t want to disturb Yuan Siyi too much as she prepared to go on stage, so he found a place to sit down and started browsing on his phone.

Even though he was quiet, everyone in the rehearsal room seemed to be absent-minded.

As the girls rehearsed, they stole glances at Song Yun, and the more they looked, the more they felt this boy, both in temperament and looks, hit the spot deep in their hearts for the "Prince Charming" they dreamt of!

Just at that moment, the door to the rehearsal room was opened again.

A boy with glasses walked in, pointing at a few of the boys inside and said, "You, come with me!"

This boy was the student council president and felt superior on a daily basis, never being polite when bossing students around.

"President, what\'s the matter?"

One of the guys he pointed at asked curiously.

Now that everything that needed to be done was done, and since these guys weren\'t performing on stage, they were in there watching the girls to feast their eyes.

"There\'s a problem with the stage, you need to go and give a hand," the student council president said arrogantly from his high horse. "And you, in the corner playing with your phone, you come along too!"

The student council president, seeing Song Yun still doing as he pleased, couldn\'t help but get a bit angry. He walked over to Song Yun, snatched his phone away, and said coldly, "What, are you deaf? Can\'t hear when I\'m talking to you?"

Song Yun looked up in confusion, he wasn\'t part of their school. It was one thing to command these students, but now he was being pulled into it too?

"What are you looking at! All of you, stand up and go set up the stage!"

It was commonplace for the student council president to throw his weight around, since he was closest to the teachers; all their awards and bonus points had to go through him, so he assumed these people wouldn\'t dare to resist.

"Not going. We\'ve been lugging stuff around all day and finally had a chance to rest, and now you want us to work again. Does the student council not have any people left?"

One of the boys shouted in dissatisfaction.

"Exactly, I just saw a bunch of student council guys gathered together playing games. Why not use them?"

The student council president\'s eyes swept coldly over the boy who had just challenged him, as if his authority was being questioned.

"Don\'t want to go, is that it? Fine! Yan Hanzhong, remember the names of these guys. They can forget about the scholarships this year!"

These words caused a great commotion. The reason they were so keen on participating in group activities was to get bonus points for a shot at the scholarship; now, with a single sentence from the student council president, their efforts for the year were wasted!

"Damn it, really fucking troublesome."

A guy muttered under his breath, stood up, and prepared to go set up the stage.

With one taking the lead, the others were no longer stubborn and walked towards the venue with gloomy faces.

Yet Song Yun stayed seated, completely disregarding this student council president. Forget his current identity, even when he was in university, if anyone dared to order him around like this, a fight would have broken out long ago.

This wasn\'t serving the students; it was downright exploitation!

"And you, aren\'t you going to move?"

The student council president looked at Song Yun with smug pride.

Song Yun snatched his phone back from the other person\'s hand, rolled his eyes, and said, "Sorry, but I\'m not one of your school\'s people."