Chapter 64 The Evolution of a Class Flower

Chapter 64 The Evolution of a Class Flower

Shen Lingsi was someone who cared deeply about appearances and kept his secret preferences and emotions well hidden. After his confession failed, his first thought was to maintain his image in front of Ning Song.

After all, giving up wasn't really an option, so he had to keep this green hill intact.

Saying he wasn't anxious would be a lie. His desires were stronger than most people's; he appeared calm and composed on the surface but actually endured great torment every day.

His phone contained hundreds of photos of Ning Song—some he had taken himself, others saved from forums.

Seeing Ning Song's latest photo yesterday had led to a restless night filled with dreams. He arrived at school early in the morning, watching Ning Song from afar. Ning Song had transformed into the center of attention among the crowd.

Originally, he didn't like overly attractive people because they drew too much attention, which didn't satisfy his desire for exclusivity. This was one of his more niche sexual preferences. But seeing Ning Song now, he realized that as long as someone met his aesthetic standards, whether plain or striking, he would still feel attracted. Moreover, the more admiration Ning Song received, the stronger his jealousy and love became.

Human emotions are complex and subtle, and competitiveness and possessiveness are part of love. The more rivals there are, the stronger these feelings become, making the love seem more urgent and intense. Shen Lingsi didn't know what Pu Yu and Ning Song had been doing when they locked themselves in the room earlier, but he felt jealousy gnawing at his heart like a worm.

What did he do to Ning Song? What was their current relationship? Would Ning Song become his assistant in the future? Why did he get everything he wanted?!

He leaned against the wall, and someone asked with concern, "President, are you okay?"

The sunlight on the floor was blinding. Shen Lingsi grunted, feeling like he could kill Pu Yu right then.

Earlier, when he knocked on the door, Ning Song didn't respond. Now, if he went in, he wondered if it would be awkward. Shen Lingsi walked away gloomily.

People started coming out of the meeting room, and the hallway grew noisy. Ning Song picked up his jacket and got off the folding bed.

He folded the bed and put it away just as Senior Brother Zhang entered.

The final tally was with Teacher Jiang and wouldn't be officially announced until six o'clock in the afternoon, but rumors were already flying. Seeing Senior Brother Zhang return, Ning Song secretly asked, "Do you know the voting results?"

Senior Brother Zhang smiled and asked, "Who do you hope wins?"

Ning Song, who had grown close to Senior Brother Zhang, honestly replied, "Brother Yu, I voted for him."

Senior Brother Zhang looked at him with a smile and said, "Then you'll be very happy tonight."

Ning Song was thrilled, almost wanting to tell Pu Yu the good news immediately, but he held back, unable to stop smiling.

Senior Brother Zhang asked with a smile, "So happy?"

Ning Song nodded and said, "Yes, very happy."

He didn't want to see Pu Yu lose. Honestly, apart from the pain in love, he didn't want Pu Yu to suffer anything else.

A little bit of pain in love was necessary. Recently, Pu Yu had been too gentle with him, causing him to become too relaxed.

Even touching his ears had given him a strange feeling!

Leaving the office, he passed by Pu Yu's meeting room and heard the commotion inside. He stood outside for two seconds, feeling inexplicably light-hearted and joyful, and started running.

He ran back to the classroom, where everyone was studying quietly. Entering through the back door, he reached his seat and found several love letters there.

Qiao Qiao winked at him and whispered, "Our class flower is back!"

Ning Song picked up the letters and saw they weren't from Pu Yu. Without looking at them, he stuffed them into his desk drawer.

In a low voice, he told Qiao Qiao, "He won!"

Qiao Qiao was overjoyed. "Really?"

Ning Song nodded, read for a while, and rested on the table, thinking about Pu Yu's promise of a reward if he won.

He decided that since Pu Yu had won, he didn't need any reward. If Pu Yu mentioned it again, he would firmly refuse him!

Later that evening, the election results were announced. Pu Yu won the election by a four percent margin, becoming the only student president in Upper East School's history to be directly appointed during the election period. That night, their campaign team went out to celebrate, while Ning Song attended a small dinner party organized by the student council.

Everyone chose the same venue, Bellemont, and mingled between rooms. Senior Brother Zhang pulled Ning Song along to toast the new president: "You used to be quite close, why have you become distant? You'll be dealing with this prince a lot in the future."

Upon entering, they found Shen Lingsi and Teacher Jiang there. Teacher Jiang remarked upon seeing Ning Song, "How handsome Ning Song has become!"

Ning Song stood behind Senior Brother Zhang with a smile, trying to act like a proper assistant. Both Pu Yu and Shen Lingsi's gazes were fixed on him, making him feel uncomfortable. However, he had learned to maintain a polite smile despite his inner turmoil. They first toasted Shen Lingsi, with Senior Brother Zhang saying, "Thank you for your support over the years."

Ning Song raised his glass and added, "I also thank you for your support."

They clinked glasses and drank. Shen Lingsi's gaze lingered on Ning Song before turning to Pu Yu and saying, "Xiao Zhang doesn't need to be mentioned; after graduation, Xiao Ning will be under your care."

Senior Brother Zhang understood and immediately refilled their glasses, raising them towards Pu Yu, putting an arm around Ning Song's shoulders, and saying, "Xiao Ning and I congratulate you on winning the election."

Pu Yu, who had been drinking juice, took a glass of wine instead. Someone from his team brought him a new glass, which he filled and raised to clink with them. First, he thanked Senior Brother Zhang, then looked at Ning Song and said, "There's no need for me to take care of Ning Ning; if anything, he takes care of me."

Ning Song: "!!"

Shen Lingsi was struggling to keep a smile. Pu Yu downed the glass of wine.

He rarely drank, and when he did, it was usually beer. The shot of liquor clearly burned, but he maintained his composure, not even reaching for the juice beside him. After finishing the drink, he looked at Ning Song, whose face flushed, either from the alcohol or something else. Not paying attention to what Senior Brother Zhang was saying, his gaze swept past Shen Lingsi's unpleasant expression and avoided looking at both of them.

Teacher Jiang smiled and said, "Then Ning Song can continue being the president's assistant, taking over from Xiao Zhang."

Ning Song just smiled without saying anything. Shen Lingsi had already sat down.

After toasting, he and Senior Brother Zhang returned to their own private room. Witnessing Pu Yu's subtle yet powerful attack on his rival for the first time, he felt both impressed and affected. He didn't know if it had impacted Shen Lingsi, but it certainly had an effect on him.

Sitting in his seat, he felt hot and sweaty.

After dinner, they left the private room and saw the neighboring room still lively. Senior Brother Zhang didn't want to leave and asked if he wanted to join them for a bit.

Ning Song shook his head and went downstairs first, bought a bottle of drink from the nearby supermarket, and came out to see Pu Yu standing by the roadside, his coat draped over his shoulder, with a slight hint of alcohol but no drunkenness, his eyes more direct than usual, almost too straightforward.

Ning Song twisted the cap, but it wouldn't budge. Just as he was about to try again, Pu Yu suddenly reached out, grabbed it, and twisted it open for him.

"I could have opened it myself," he said.

Pu Yu didn't say anything, just handed him the drink. Ning Song took a couple of sips, then started walking toward the dormitory. Pu Yu followed behind him.

"Xiao Ning."

Pu Yu and Ning Song both turned around and saw senior brother Zhang running over. "Let's walk together," he said.

Ning Song smiled and said, "Sure."

He couldn't be happier.

Because he thought Pu Yu had come for his reward.

He had been particularly aggressive tonight, and Ning Song wasn't sure if he could handle it.

As they walked, senior brother Zhang said to Pu Yu, "They were looking for you earlier. Why did you leave so early?"

Pu Yu replied, "I had something to take care of."

Ning Song asked, "Didn't you tell them before you left?"

Pu Yu looked at him and said, "I did."

Ning Song felt slightly relieved.

What was he worried about? Although Pu Yu didn't talk much, he understood social etiquette.

After a few steps, they saw Huang Siyu and his team.

Although Huang Siyu lost the election, his team had worked hard for days, and now that the election was over, they needed to celebrate. The atmosphere here was noticeably subdued; everyone had drunk a lot, especially Huang Siyu, who was being supported by others, seemingly drunk.

The three of them walked past them. Since they all knew each other, senior brother Zhang greeted them. Despite the competition between Pu Yu and Huang Siyu, they would still work together in the future, so they were polite to each other.

Pu Yu indeed had great leadership skills. Even though he was usually quiet, he spoke calmly with Huang Siyu and the others.

With more people joining their group, logically, this should have made it safer for Ning Song to be with Pu Yu alone. But instead, he felt a bit restless, as if he was expecting something. Apart from Pu Yu and Huang Siyu, the rest were from dormitories two and three. When they reached the square, they had to part ways. Ning Song followed senior brother Zhang to bid farewell to Pu Yu and Huang Siyu. As they crossed the square, he glanced back and saw Pu Yu following them from a short distance away.

When Pu Yu noticed him looking, he called out, "Ning Song, wait a moment. I need to talk to you."

Hearing him call him "Ning Song," gave him goosebumps. Senior brother Zhang and the others laughed and left him alone.

The bright lights on the square made it as clear as day. Pu Yu looked a bit tired; he hadn't rested well recently, and even the best body couldn't withstand such exhaustion. Now, with a slight hint of alcohol, he seemed to have lost the sharp edges he had during the campaign. He transformed from a strategic and capable future student council president into an ordinary boy who had been silent after being rejected.

Pu Yu pulled out a ticket from his pocket.

Ning Song recognized it—it was his election ballot, with Pu Yu's name on it.

He had said he wanted to keep it, and he actually found it.

It was an anonymous vote, and there were so many ballots from the entire school. Ning Song didn't know how Pu Yu managed to find it.

But it didn't matter. He knew Pu Yu must have gone through all the ballots, and it was enough that Pu Yu recognized it accurately.

Pu Yu said, "In return, I should give you one too."

He handed him a love letter.

This was the first time Pu Yu had given him a love letter in person.

After reading this letter, based on its content and handwriting, the previous letters would also be revealed.

Ning Song, with his hands in his pockets, felt dizzy despite only having a few drinks. He extended one hand to receive the letter and put it in his pocket.

An election ballot for a love letter.

Pu Yu said, "Thank you."

Ning Song felt that Pu Yu's "thank you" was a bit playful, but he didn't have the energy to care. The wind on the square was warm, making him feel soft. Ning Song turned and walked toward the dormitory. This time, Pu Yu didn't follow. He started running and raced back to the dormitory.

Qiao Qiao was drinking water in the living room when Ning Song closed the door and looked at him. "Aaaaah!"

Qiao Qiao: "..."

He felt like they had switched roles.

Didn't he used to be the one imitating a prairie dog?

"What happened?"

Ning Song shook his head wildly, ran back to his room, closed the door, and took out the love letter from his pocket.

He was sweating, and the letter was damp. He took it out and, surprisingly, this time the love letter was not in Pu Yu's usual style. His previous letters were long and formal, but today's letter had only a few words.

"Accepting this makes you my boyfriend."

Ning Song felt a thump in his heart, as if he had fallen deeply in love.