After having lunch with Song Shishi, Jing Nian’an headed to the lounge.
This lounge had been recently renovated by Wen Zhuo and was located within the Student Council office building.
The entire building was accessible only to Student Council members wearing the Golden Badge, making the environment exceptionally quiet.
At this moment, the only movement in the corridor was the sunlight slowly flowing across the diamond-patterned floor tiles.
As Jing Nian’an strolled past the Student Council hall, the glow from the crystal chandelier fell upon the gilded photo frames on the wall.
Photos of past Student Council presidents or outstanding graduates were neatly arranged, and Jing Nian’an immediately recognized Wen Zhuo in one of them.
The man in the photo had a face as fair as jade, his appearance not much changed from now.
However, those peach blossom eyes, as dark as ink, held no trace of warmth or gentleness; instead, they seemed to carry a hint of gloom.
A stark contrast to the way he looked at her.
The girl let out a soft huff through her nose, her hands clasped behind her back as she continued her leisurely stroll.
The next second, her almond-shaped eyes suddenly lit up—it was her brother’s photo!
The man in the photo looked slightly more youthful than he did now, but his aloof and distant demeanor remained unchanged.
Hmm… it seemed she was still in middle school back then…
As she gazed at the photo, the girl let out a delicate yawn… tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.
She had been lectured in the study until late last night, and now even her eyelashes seemed weighed down by exhaustion.
The next moment, Jing Nian’an turned and walked toward the elevator.
But she found the elevator doors crowded with Student Council members wearing silver department badges, apparently having just finished a team-building event.
The elevator doors chimed open, and everyone surged inside.
Only when they turned around did they notice the girl standing behind them.
Her dark green uniform made her skin appear as pale as porcelain, and a stubborn curl of hair stuck out at the ends.
Instantly, a collective gasp echoed inside the elevator.
It seemed they hadn’t expected to encounter the person just discussed on the forum here.
The few people at the front hastily stepped back, creating a half-meter square of space in the already crowded area.
Seven or eight pairs of eyes sparkled as they stared at her, while two girls at the back had already discreetly raised their phones.
Jing Nian’an wrinkled her nose at the crowded elevator, then turned and walked away without hesitation.
Her skirt fluttered gracefully in the air as she bypassed the still-ascending elevator and headed straight for the empty, exclusive elevator on the far left.
Behind her, everyone craned their necks out of the elevator.
“Should we remind her…?”
“We definitely should, or she’ll throw a fit when she realizes she can’t go up.”
“Hehe, will she get angry and scold us then…?”
The girl stepped into the elevator, her beautiful eyes filled with smugness as she glanced at the group of peeking “idiots.”
But the next second, as her fingertip pressed the button, a sharp error tone startled her, turning the tips of her ears red.
Outside the elevator, two girls hesitated, wanting to speak up. “Sweetie, that…”
Before the two girls could finish their warning, they caught sight of a tall, slender figure walking past from the corner of their eyes.
The dark green uniform hugged his upright frame, each step steady and deliberate.
Even from the back, his sleeves were meticulously rolled to the same height.
The President!
A chorus of greetings echoed from the elevator, and the two girls snapped back to attention, joining in.
The man gave a slight nod and walked directly toward the elevator.
Seeing the unfamiliar figure approaching, Jing Nian’an frantically jabbed the close-door button.
But the elevator doors remained firmly in place.In the end, she could only watch helplessly as the man stepped into the elevator, the scent of sandalwood instantly filling the cramped space.