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The bell chimed in the school corridor, signaling the end of a day filled with activities. Classrooms, once filled with cheerfulness and concentration, transformed into a serene atmosphere. Teachers bid farewell with warm smiles, indicating the conclusion of the day's lessons.

Students busily packed their books and belongings swiftly. The synchronized sound of zippers created a unique rhythm in the room. Some students laughed lightly, sharing stories of the day, while others hurried towards the exit, eagerly anticipating their free time.

The corridor echoed with light footsteps and friendly conversations, creating a warm atmosphere as the day neared its end. Twilight illuminated the school hallway, providing a calm ambiance amidst the students' busyness. This was the moment when the school routine concluded, and friendships and daily stories ventured into life beyond the school doors.

As the students exited the once lively classroom, it now remained silent, with only one student left. This student moved with a remarkably relaxed demeanor, packing his school belongings methodically until he was the only one left. Tidying up, he slowly slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom.

While walking down the school corridor, suddenly a group of girls blocked the path of the young man. The leader of the group was a beautiful girl, and the young man knew exactly who she was – the class president.

Yes, it was his class president.

The class president's face radiated a distinctive beauty, with eyes exuding both sternness and intelligence. Her sharp eyes, surrounded by curled eyelashes, conveyed a serious yet captivating expression. Simultaneously, there was warmth within them, hinting at wisdom and care for her classmates.

Her thin smile added an elegant touch, depicting a quiet confidence that was not overt but undeniably strong. Her soft lips occasionally formed a friendly smile, creating a blend of leadership assertiveness and approachable demeanor.

Her fair and radiant skin enhanced her overall attractiveness. Her face framed by neatly shining hair gave off an impression of neatness and organization, reflecting a disciplined yet orderly personality.

Seeing the woman blocking his path, the young man inquired with a questioning face, "Um, Class President, do you need something from me?"

"So here's the thing, we want to ask if you can join us for a dinner event. You don't have to worry because it's only attended by our class."

Upon hearing the class president's words, the young man shook his head slowly and apologized, "Ah, um, forgive me, Class President. It's not that I don't want to attend; it's just that I have something important to take care of."

The young man said, wearing an apologetic expression. Observing his rejection, the class president displayed a disappointed look. With a disappointed face, she said in a low tone, "Alright, in the future, if there's a class event, I hope you'll attend, Adrian."

"Yes, I'll do my best," he replied.

"Class President, if there's nothing else you want to ask, I'll be on my way."

Seeing her nod, the young man turned around and walked away. After his figure slowly disappeared, the class president said with a complicated expression, "Rejected again."

As she said that, someone suddenly embraced her from behind. The person who hugged her was a woman with cheerful, curly blond hair that created a lively impression.

"Vanessa, are you sad because an intellect like him rejected you?" teased the blond-haired woman.

"Of course not, it's just that I'm a bit sad because it seems like I don't have any friends in the class."

"You don't need to care about him. With his attitude, it's impossible for him to make friends."

"But..." Vanessa said, looking in the direction where the young man had gone.

"No buts. It's his destiny as an intellect never to have friends or even a girlfriend in his entire life, hahaha," the blond-haired woman said mockingly and laughed.

Seeing her friend laughing, Vanessa reprimanded her. "Amelia, now is not the time to laugh."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I got a little carried away. It's just that seeing his face made me want to laugh."

Hearing her friend's words, Vanessa almost laughed. Fortunately, she had good self-control, so she didn't join in the laughter.

"Stop mocking others. If you keep mocking him, in the future, he might become your husband."

"I'd rather not get married than marry that guy," Amelia said with a disgusted face, wrinkling her nose.

Upon hearing her friend's words, Vanessa sternly addressed her. "Stop with the insults. If you continue like this, he might be your husband in the future."

"Well, I'd rather not get married than marry that guy," Amelia said, sniffing disdainfully