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"Don\'t pretend, even though I haven\'t seen you around the campus, if I find out which college you\'re from, wait for your punishment!"

The Student Council President himself was very averse to Song Yun\'s appearance, maybe because of his own ugliness, he felt repelled by all good-looking men of the same sex. Moreover, in this room, many of the girls were rehearsing, and those who could perform on stage were naturally the chosen few.

So many spirited sisters all staring at this man with eager eyes made him, the Student Council President, feel very unbalanced.

"President, he truly isn\'t from our school, he\'s Si Yi\'s brother."

A small girl dressed in a Latin dance costume stepped forward and said.

The Student Council President glanced at Song Yun and didn\'t bother with him anymore, after all his authority only allowed him to throw his weight around in this university. Outside of school, he was nothing.

He looked around at the room full of lively girls, thinking that all the preparations for the event were ready, only the opening was left. With some time to spare, rather than going out to look at those old gents, he\'d rather stay here and watch the girls.

He found the most comfortable sofa, sprawled on it, and his eyes continually scanned the group of girls.

You could say, this dance rehearsal girl has a really flexible body, able to execute such difficult moves. After the evening party, maybe he could ask her out for a meal, and then... hehehe.

His gaze was filled with aggressiveness, making these girls\' skin crawl with goosebumps.

Therefore, during the rehearsal, the girls\' movements became much more restrained, as if by an unspoken agreement.

Is this it? Is this?

The Student Council President watched very displeased, their movements had been so free before, but now why did it seem like they were guarding against him!

"I\'m telling you, dance troupe members, if you plan to perform like this, then don\'t bother! The moves aren\'t fully extended, what kind of dance is this!"

"And you over there practicing the violin, quieter! You\'re so noisy!"

"I feel you all didn\'t dance correctly just now, lucky for you I learned professional dance when I was young, come, junior, lean on my shoulder, your senior will lead you."

At this moment, the Student Council President was like a starving man entering a buffet, no longer satisfied with just watching, but wanting to get a piece of the action.

But a university is a microcosm of society, and these dance students, even if dissatisfied, dared not stand up and resist.

It wasn\'t until Yuan Siyi\'s turn to sing that she was interrupted by the Student Council President over and over again.

Song Yun slightly furrowed his brows and said indifferently, "Fellow student, if you\'re not a professional, perhaps it\'s better not to criticise haphazardly, right? They\'re about to perform, shouldn\'t you be encouraging them? Constantly finding fault only increases their stress."

Hearing Song Yun\'s voice, the Student Council President looked up at him with dissatisfaction and said coldly, "You\'re not from our school, meddling quite a bit, aren\'t you? Let me tell you! This performance is about the face of the leaders of the school. If I don\'t point out their mistakes for correction and they disgrace themselves on stage, what then!"

"But you\'re indeed affecting us," Yuan Siyi said firmly, standing next to Song Yun. "The suggestions you\'re giving are just nitpicking. If you think there\'s a problem, then please replace me and find someone else!"

"Right! We\'re already exhausted from practicing every day until night, and here you are picking on us, I can\'t continue like this!"

"Since you think we\'re dancing poorly, you go ahead and dance!"

The student council president\'s words sparked outrage, and many girls stepped forward to complain.

Seeing this, the student council president panicked inside. He was only trying to be a tough guy, but now it seemed like all the performers were rebelling. If things continued this way, he would certainly be the first to take the brunt of the criticism!

"I\'m sorry, everyone, I\'ve been a bit too perfectionistic," he swore, "from this moment on, I absolutely won\'t make any more fuss. Please, carry on, carry on."

The student council president said with an ingratiating smile.

The other girls, having observed this change in attitude, adjusted their own mindsets and continued rehearsing.

However, the student council president quietly approached Song Yun and, pointing at Song Yun\'s nose, reprimanded him, "You\'re not from our school and shouldn\'t be here! Please leave immediately, or else I\'m calling security!" experience-MVLeMpYr

Initially, the student council president hadn\'t intended to trouble Song Yun, but Song Yun\'s earlier comments had roused the crowd, and if he continued to stay, who knows what trouble he could stir up.

Song Yun reluctantly stood up. There was no helping it; that was the rule. Indeed, he was not a student of this school, and the student council president had the right to ask him to leave.

Just as he got to his feet, a key slipped from Song Yun\'s pocket—the key to a Lamborghini Poison.

The student council president took a close look and immediately recognized that the key was genuine!

The school wasn\'t short of rich second-generation kids. As the student council president, besides schmoozing with teachers, those wealthy heirs were also his targets for sucking up to.

He\'d once accompanied a rich second-generation kid to a party which was teeming with affluent young people, and he\'d seen someone with a Lamborghini, the key of which looked exactly like Song Yun\'s, except Song Yun\'s key even seemed more refined!

This was a rich bro! At least not someone that he could afford to offend.

But after Song Yun picked up the key, he left, leaving only his silhouette behind.

The student council president angrily smacked his own head, cursing inwardly. He had been blind to provoke such a big shot. If only he had been more pleasant just now, currying favor with the other party, wouldn\'t he be far ahead of his peers after graduation!

After all, being a lackey for rich people isn\'t shameful in society!

Thinking about the bright future he had just missed, his heart was filled with endless regret and resentment.

He rubbed his face and, with a forced smile, chased after Song Yun.

"My apologies, student, I was too harsh just now. Even though you\'re not from our school, you are Si Yi\'s brother, a family member, and of course, you\'re welcome to stay in the rehearsal room."

Seeing the student council president\'s obsequious expression, Song Yun ignored him. The school was so big; wasn\'t there anywhere else to sit? Why should he leave or come back just because this guy said so? After all, he was considered wealthy as well.

"Don\'t go, student. I sincerely apologize for what I said earlier. Please, I ask you to come back. After all, Si Yi has been under a lot of pressure with rehearsals recently. Having you by her side will undoubtedly help her relax a bit."

Having no other choice, the student council president played the sympathy card with Song Yun.

Song Yun thought of Yuan Siyi\'s somewhat dark circles and knew the girl must not have been sleeping well lately. Staying with her might indeed help soothe her emotions.

Song Yun turned to glance at the student council president, then headed back to the rehearsal room on his own.

Seeing that Song Yun had changed his mind, the student council president breathed a sigh of relief.