Peng Chenghui bowed and left the dean's office, turned around and went downstairs, subconsciously biting his finger joints.

He wanted to be a student cadre since he was a child, but in his middle school, he wanted to be a cadre, and compared his studies, popularity, or even appearance, he just didn't take any of them.

Even he himself was embarrassed to compete with others.

Before going to college, his highest position was the health committee member in the class, which was due to helping to do the duty after a long period of time. The result was that he had to continue to do the duty by helping to do the duty to maintain the position. Once he wanted to manage someone and remind the student on duty not to do well enough, his only advantage would be gone.

He also wanted to be surrounded by people and become the helmsman like the brigade committee member.

Finally, he came to university. Unlike middle school, the concept of class group among college students is relatively weaker, while the small group is more solid. When the counselor asked who was interested in being the class monitor, no one raised his hand. So Peng Chenghui showed his ambition for the first time and raised his right hand in panic.

After that, he collected class fees, organized class meetings, assisted the teacher in notifying them, and even collected homework. He spent his time busying himself, which also won praise from his classmates.

Although the class monitor was stable, he found that this was different from the class monitor in the middle school. He still could not command and arrange any work. He had no subordinates, and he was not even regarded as a respectable person by his classmates.

It seems that he is still just a health committee member who helps others as duty, but the content of duty has changed.

It was not until one day when the college student union recruited new students and he represented the class to attend the mobilization meeting. At that moment, he saw the real university.

A row of student cadres sat on the stage, each with his own table card, in the middle is the bright chairman, then the vice chairman, and the ministers...

Below, the front row is the deputy minister, and then the backbone officials, ordinary officials, and intern officials.

There are clear levels here, and you can get whatever your identity you have.

The environment here is simple, and everyone is keen on this kind of collective. It is like among people who play games. If the game is played well, it will gain respect and become the focus. In that circle, even if you are given the title of student union president, no one will look at you directly.

In the student union, people with higher positions have more power and decent.

Just like being attracted by a magnet, he joined the group without reservation.

Unlike other classmates who have exercise goals or are looking for a fresh look, he has clear goals, he knows how to be patient and conscious, he knows how to be a good person before doing things, and he is more willing to smile and bend down.

Compared with hard-core student union cadres like him, others are just amateur players.

He climbed up step by step and maintained the system of the student union. He not only considered the preferences of the leaders, but also subtly changed the environment of the student union bit by bit, making power more effective and making his status more noble.

For him, the life of the student union gradually became a real life, and the rest of the university no longer mattered. The student union seemed to have become a "national China" on a university campus, and became his world, his field, and his utopia.

All this goes smoothly. The president who is promoted to senior is about to step down, and he will undoubtedly replace him as president. If this is a competitive game, the president's throne will be his gold medal, his champion, and his "King of Glory" trophy.

However, just now, in the eyes of the vice dean, he clearly saw a kind of disappointment. He had seen this look in the eyes of the middle school teachers. During that time, he had something to do at home and did not help his classmates on duty, which led to the class losing the red flag of health. The red flag seemed to be the only meaning of his existence in the eyes of the class teacher.

After that, the head teacher appointed a beautiful girl as the health committee member, so the male students stayed on duty consciously, and some male students even stayed on duty every day for this.

Ironically, the girl was very reluctant and didn't care about the position at all, and she was too lazy to take on two levers.

Although the head teacher did not remove Peng Chenghui from his post and he was still a health committee member in name, not long after, everyone forgot about this matter. The collective no longer needs a health committee member who only helps his classmates as duty.

Is the dean thinking about the same thing?

Why, just one step away from the top of power...

When he walked to the entrance of the administrative building, Peng Chenghui could not hide from Zhou You. The latter was standing at the door with a laugh and making a phone call.

Zhou You didn't leave? It seemed that he was waiting for someone.

Waiting for me.

Peng Chenghui clenched his fists secretly and lowered his face. Now he was as if he was facing a disaster at the end of the world. His head was already covered in mud, but the demon king had come to him and he had to deal with it.

Zhou You also saw him, and just smiled slightly, waved his hand friendly and said goodbye, then moved a step to the side, made way open the door, and continued to call in one direction, talking and laughing.

Zhou You was not waiting for him at all, nor did he intend to argue, provoke or have any dialogue.

Peng Chenghui was ignored.

Together, what was ignored was his years of hard work, the student union world he fought for and reshaped, and the goddess of power he pursued.

Although Zhou You made way open the door, the voice still came.

"Okay, okay, don't send me pictures. I've had enough fun. If you have any questions, you can find the dean yourself."

"Don't, don't put a high hat on me. The student union environment is nothing to do. They play their house, just be happy. I don't have time to correct the rules of playing house."

"Hurry up, I've been waiting for 5 minutes. Don't mention the student union. I know you don't care. You just fear that the world will be in chaos and want to break the house and grab the kid's lollipop."

Zhou You squirted for a long time, shook his head and hung up the phone happily. In fact, he also put down his affairs with the student union at the same time. Peng Chenghui was just a classmate he didn't like very much and would not elicit any emotions from him.

However, he turned around and found that Peng Chenghui was staring at him, with a lot of sweat on his body and face, and his expression was heavy.

"Is there anything else?" Zhou You asked.

"Who are you talking to just now?" Peng Chenghui Mumu asked.

Zhou You smiled helplessly: "Get mature, this matter is over."

"This matter..." Peng Chenghui stared at Zhou You, and his face began to wrinkle gradually, and he squeezed out a very forced smile, "Yes, it's over. Brother You, what I did wrong before, don't take it seriously."

This twist made Zhou You feel very frightened, and he swallowed and said, "Don't take it seriously."

Peng Chenghui made a fuss and licked his face and leaned over: "If the dean asks again, please give me a face... If you have any questions in the future, please mention it."
Chapter completed!