silent me, silent us

The voting for the election of the student council president will be held in a month, and the candidates are also in full swing to canvass for votes.

In addition to the official political opinion presentation three days before the poll, candidates can go to each class to promote during the lunch break.

"Create a high-quality campus, create a better future together, and experience the arrival of the new generation of X-high elites. Please support the No. [-] candidate, Ye Guang, and you will be selected and protected!"

Leading the candidate team composed of diehard fans in the class, and then selecting a few well-spoken high-end cafes to run with him for promotion. From the beginning to the end, he only needs to stand on the stage and smile, and leave the rest to the host Going to talk, the juniors or seniors in the audience will still give warm applause, especially those who are caught by his eyes, it is like being swept away by a laser light gun, and they are so excited that they are wiped out.

Well, he really can't help being an elite.Ye Guang sighed in his heart.

Being admired, needed, and loved feels like melting the whole person in a chocolate pot, so happy to die.After waving to the students in this class, Ye Guang followed the team out of the classroom door with a smile still on the corner of his mouth. In the corridor here, along with a strange smell, the enemy came head-on.

"Hey, Ye Guang, how is the promotion going?"

Chen Zeming, the monitor of Class [-], is a strong man who can smell his body odor from three feet away.The face is square and square, but the profile is like a crescent moon, and the chin protrudes forward. When you smile, you have the demeanor of a pharaoh, but it is only limited to the chin.

The candidate team standing behind him also had faces that were more stinky than the last one, as if they had seen the killing of their father and enemy, staring at the enemy line.

The so-called competitive demeanor refers to the fact that you are not arrogant in victory and not discouraged in defeat, and you are still a good classmate after seeing each other.

But I also want to know that this kind of thing is like a scene in a certain movie. There is a happy meal on the table, but the feet under the table have already started a fierce battle.

Ye Guang held his breath slightly, maintaining an amiable appearance on the surface, and nodded towards Chen Zeming.

"It went well." Could the smell on his body be a hidden weapon?Ye Guang thought to himself.

"Oh, that's right, me too, especially the 'end-of-semester fellowship with other schools' is quite well received."

Chen Zeming proudly proclaimed one of his political opinions that are loved by certain sex groups, and his square face smiled a little crookedly at this moment.

Strange, how could Oda approve such crooked political views?Could it be that he himself wants to participate?

Oda's face full of tomatoes appeared in his mind, Ye Guang shook his head, but didn't say much.

Looking at the wristwatch, the lunch break time is limited so don’t waste time with him. As usual, he said “Let’s work together”, and then took a breath while walking past Chen Zeming and his group, leading the team that had already begun to choke each other toward the Move on to the next class.

I really don't know what the purpose of this kind of person running for election is.Ye Guang waved the air in front of his eyes indiscriminately, trying to dispel the uncomfortable aftertaste.

"Wait, Ye Guang, this class is a candidate's class, do we still have to go in?"

When I was about to step into the door, I was suddenly whispered by someone. I looked up and saw the class sign that said "Class Five of the Second Year". Immediately, Xu Qizhang's slender figure, his dark circles around his eyes, his voice without presence, and his There's that wonderful bowl of egg drop soup...

"go in."

On the battlefield, there is a clear distinction between the enemy and us, the public belongs to the public, the private belongs to the private, and elections belong to elections. Egg drop soup is another matter.

Ye Guang let the host in and said hello first, then stepped firmly into the enemy's camp.Xu Qizhang should also be busy with publicity at this time...

… While thinking this way, they are keenly aware that there is no shortage of people in this class, one radish and one hole, all sitting in their seats, reading books, and sleeping.

Ye Guang looked puzzled at Xu Qizhang, who was not supposed to be here, but now seemed to have just been woken up, rubbed his eyes and yawned.

The host on the side began to talk impassionedly, and Xu Qizhang's slack eyes gradually focused.

The dark circles under his eyes seemed to have deepened again. Xu Qizhang blinked and saw him, and that faint smile appeared on his face again. He waved his hands slightly and said "Hi" with his lips.

Hi you bastard!

Ye Guang was still smiling like a male idol, but he was astonished in his heart why he hadn't started promoting yet.

Doesn't he think every lunch break is a valuable publicity period?But maybe this is the first day, and he wants to wait and see what happens?In short, he will be moving tomorrow... Ye Guang kept thinking about Xu Qizhang's mentality, but when he saw him resting his chin on his hands and dozing off again, his right shoulder slumped and he felt weak.

During the lunch break the next day, Xu Qizhang still stayed in the classroom, sleeping soundly with his head buried in his arms, and Ye Guang, who "passed by" to observe him, crushed the political statement draft in his hand with a "snap".

Is he serious about running?

Standing on the podium of another class, Ye Guang couldn't help but have such thoughts in his heart.

A person with such a weak sense of existence (he knows it is rude to describe it like this but thinks it is very appropriate), if he is not framed by his classmates to make him embarrassing, or he wants to do something to change himself, but his current performance Ye Guang was completely confused.If it was the former, he would still sympathize with him and ignore him, but if it was the latter, then he would look down on Xu Qizhang.

If he wants to run with a cowardly mentality of "I didn't work hard anyway, it doesn't matter if I lose." He will definitely look down on him.

The difference between elites and ordinary people lies in whether they work hard or not.

It was a waste of his good culinary skills... Ye Guang let out a deep breath by bowing in prayer, not letting the emotion called "disappointment" occupy his mind.

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According to Oda's poll data, the current support rates of the three candidates are 48%, 40% and 12% respectively.

"You didn't run any publicity, um, what's the 40%!" Translated as: You didn't run any publicity at all, why is there [-]%!

The cram school is over, and I have already told Maria that I will be home late.Ye Guang sat on the noodle stall, still biting the noodles in his mouth, and babbled a long series of questions to Xu Qizhang, who had just brought a bowl of tribute ball soup, in a breathless voice.

And Xu Qizhang just smiled.

"Well, let's talk when we're full." After finishing speaking, he ran to collect the empty dishes from other tables.

Staring at his busy figure, Ye Guang hated to eat the bowl of delicious dry noodles in his hand.Although he temporarily ranks first, the difference between the two is only 8%, so why isn't he excited!

Damn, this is totally illogical, how could a guy who is so weak be able to jump up in a short time?He hadn't heard of this person before the election (basically he hadn't paid attention to anyone), let alone ran publicity.

40%, a powerful figure, completely overturned the previous speculation, and also disrupted my own pace.

Ye Guang stuffed two tribute balls into his cheeks, and began to peel off the flesh of the tribute balls with his teeth, biting his mouth constantly, trying to calm his chaotic thoughts.

"Are you imitating Oda?" Xu Qizhang sat down and asked with a smile after taking off his apron and wiping his hands with it.People leave very early on Sunday night, probably to go back to deal with the Monday depression.

Only Mother Xu was collecting the stall, and they were sitting in the stall.

But Ye Guang just stared at him without saying a word, he just speeded up and broke down the tribute balls.

"Where did you get 40% from?"

Don't be devious to him, just ask him directly if you have something to say, this is Ye Guang's experience after several night snacks.

The last time I asked him why he didn't go to publicity during the lunch break, he said that he had to sleep during the lunch break because he was very tired.After thinking about it, the business of his noodle stall is actually pretty good. After he's done with work, he might have to go home and study or something. A lunch break is the right thing to do.

And he also said that he would take advantage of other times to promote it, so he relaxed his mind, but Ye Guang never saw him doing any ostentation after that.

Until the poll numbers came out, he kept dealing with Xu Qizhang with the mentality of "Forget it, it's fine if this person can cook."

Losing Jingzhou carelessly, Xu Qizhang is a dark horse!Even the eye circles are particularly dark, what a formidable opponent!

"I said I will promote it at other times." With his chin on his hand, he smiled lightly as if he was observing something.

In my impression, Xu Qizhang always looked at him with a smile, very light, light and powerless, so I felt that I saw everything through, a young boy who was not yet full.

One time, Ye Guang said to him like this: "I think you have a disillusioned face." He laughed and said, "If I had disregarded the world, I wouldn't sell noodles and elect the president."

With a playful answer, Ye Guang felt that he was no different from ordinary classmates.

Perhaps that feeling is called maturity rather than seeing through?

Ye Guang had an epiphany when watching his classmates take off their pants.

"No way, I didn't even see you running." After finally swallowing the meatball soup and licking the corners of his mouth, Ye Guang took out his wallet and prepared to pay.

"Are you going straight home after school?" Pushing back half of the change, Xu Qizhang only took a small amount.

"Yes, the driver Uncle will come to pick me up." Every time he doesn't charge for the soup, he will be overwhelmed sooner or later... Because he said he likes his soup, so Xu Qizhang never accepts his soup money.Originally, I didn’t want to eat so much for supper, so I had no choice but to add a bowl of noodles to the soup.Ye Guang put away the money nonchalantly, not knowing what to say.

"Next Tuesday, do you have something to do after school?" Xu Qizhang asked as he stood up and began to take his seat.

"How about a tutor at seven o'clock in the evening?" Ye Guang also moved a few chairs, but there was no way, the table was like a cow for a young master like him, unable to lift it.

"I'll drive you back, let's stay for a while that day." It was that mysterious feeling again, and the erratic voice deepened Ye Guang's curiosity.Asked what he wanted to do, Xu Qizhang made a fool of himself.

Although riding his bicycle five times resulted in thunder damage three times, but for the sake of not having to be alone with the driver Abo and being able to find out, Ye Guang nodded and agreed.

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On Tuesday, in front of the school’s big tree square under the setting sun.

"I've kept you waiting for a long time. Today I'm going to sing Mayday's "Stupid Man". Thank you."

The usually ethereal voice conveyed an intoxicating atmosphere through the microphone. The low-voltage magnetic baritone sang this song, with a little confusion, pursuit, and expectation of youth, which aroused the audience in the audience. Great response.

Because everyone has a similar age, is in a similar environment, has similar troubles, and is looking for the same exit, the exit of dreams. Every student who listens to Xu Qizhang's singing seems to be one. Singing along, they s song.

The setting sun gave the person with the guitar a spotlight on the stage, and Ye Guang, who stood at the front from the beginning to the end, couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Why are you crying?" The wind ruffled his hair, and the smile from the front seat made Ye Guang sniff again.

"You are canvassing votes in such a despicable way, foul." Nasal grunt, powerless.

"Isn't it because you don't understand Taiwanese? Do you know what I'm singing?" He knew that Ye Guang usually didn't listen to this kind of stuff.

"I can understand some, even if I don't understand the lyrics, I can understand what you sing." The image of the elite is completely gone... Anyway, no one is watching when the bicycle is driving at high speed.Ye Guang wiped his face.

Hearing what Ye Guang said, Xu Qizhang didn't reply, but Ye Guang felt that he was very happy, not the faint joy like before, but a kind of happy wave from his whole body, which also affected him.Suddenly not wanting him to be so arrogant, he pinched his waist hard, and within a second, the world was turned upside down again.

"I forgot that you are ticklish again..." He fell to the ground, and for the first time he felt the sad sight from Xu Qizhang.

This time Ye Guang came home with two holes in his elbow, and Maria was so frightened that he would never let him go home by himself again.