"President, here's this month's application."
"President, the basketball team has handed in their budget application."
"President, want to grab a meal together?"
Huai Shi hesitated for a moment, shook his head, and waved at the eager girl beside him, pointing ahead. "Someone is already waiting for me."
Glancing at the impeccably dressed student council secretary nearby, the girl nodded in understanding and backed off.
"What's wrong?" Fu Yi leaned against the door, studying the retreating figure of the first-year student with a smile that wasn't quite a smile. "Am I disturbing you?"
"Not at all. Just typical teenage restlessness. I don't take it seriously."
Huai Shi shook his head, took out his keys, and unlocked the office the student council had provided for him. Fu Yi didn't need an invitation; she walked in, went straight to her usual seat, and started making tea.
One serving.
She drank; Huai Shi watched.
