Chapter 78: Not Proper

"What Gathering Virtuous Manor? Stop saying such nonsensical things."

Jiang Minling really couldn't bear to see that kind of scene; even if they couldn't tolerate Yang Tianxing, just kicking him out would suffice, so why humiliate him in front of so many people?

Zhang Wei also stood up for Yang Tianxing: "He raised 1,000 yuan all by himself for the freshman gala, already fulfilling the duties of a vice minister. Now, to be kicked out of the student union for no reason, they are really going too far."

"But Yang Tianxing, you should leave the venue first; this is clearly a retaliatory act by Long Fuxin and Wen Xiubo."

Just as the two were urging Yang Tianxing to flee and "take refuge," Long Fuxin gave a cold laugh.

Even if Yang Tianxing wanted to leave today, he would hold him back and not let him go.

Suddenly, a figure both familiar and unfamiliar appeared at the entrance of the University Student Activity Center; it was actually the former vice minister of the External Relations Department, Zhou Yang.

His appearance had already caused the student union cadres to start whispering; many had already sensed that the atmosphere was abnormal, and Zhou Yang's arrival directly locked the target onto Yang Tianxing.

Ignoring everyone else, Zhou Yang walked straight up to Yang Tianxing and said viciously: "Yang Tianxing, if you don't have the guts, just be a cowardly deserter now."

Yang Tianxing thought to himself that this son of a bitch Zhou Yang was so afraid he would leave that he specifically came up with such a low-class provocation.

"Another villain has arrived. If only I had that getup of Qiao Feng, I would definitely show off to the heavens today."

Yang Tianxing thought regretfully.

Long Fuxin on the podium checked his watch, whispered a word or two to Wen Xiubo, and then said loudly: "Close the doors, the meeting begins."

Yang Tianxing was "stubborn" and wouldn't listen to advice, so Jiang Minling could only sigh and return to her seat. As the wooden doors of the University Student Activity Center slowly closed, she felt that Yang Tianxing was destined to be humiliated this noon.

The corners of Zhou Yang's mouth curled up slightly, his arms crossed, looking as if he had everything under control.

"There are two agenda items for today's meeting."

Long Fuxin presided from above: "The first item: next week, our Department of Humanities and Social Sciences will organize an internal debate selection tournament to pick quick-witted and articulate debaters to represent us in the college debate competition."

"As everyone knows, the debate competition is the most important group activity at the Finance College. Our Department of Humanities and Social Sciences has never fallen out of the top four before; I hope that this year, while maintaining our results, we can launch a powerful assault on the championship."

After Long Fuxin finished speaking, he was the first to applaud, but the audience's applause was sparse; after all, the main event below was more worth looking forward to.

Seeing this situation, Vice Chairman Long felt very angry inside; this was an "activity" he had planned for a long time, so how could it work without the audience's passion?

He scanned the room with a cold face: "What's going on? Is the applause only this loud? Did you all not eat lunch?"

In fact, except for those who had no classes in the morning, most students really hadn't eaten lunch, but everyone could see that Long Fuxin's mood was a bit strange today. To avoid crossing him, the students applauded again, and the applause was much louder.

Only then did Long Fuxin nod with satisfaction. Ever since Yang Tianxing entered the student union and became a vice minister, he hadn't enjoyed his meals or slept soundly. He had finally persuaded Wen Xiubo and taken advantage of the time gap while Guan Shuman was away and unable to review it, to submit a statement.

According to the past habits of the Youth League Committee, they never cared about the internal affairs of the department student unions and would just stamp their approval directly.

"The second matter."

Long Fuxin looked at Yang Tianxing, and the others followed his gaze.

"We have a cadre in our student union who acts arrogantly, does not follow the rules, and is suspected of abusing private power, which extremely affects the stability and unity of our department student union."

"After discussions between the Youth League Committee and the Student Union Presidium, we have decided to expel classmate Yang Tianxing, Vice Minister of the External Relations Department, from the student union. We hope that in the future, he will study more, improve his ideological awareness, and strive not to smear the Finance College."

"Whoa—"

The more than 60 cadres of the student union were already in an uproar; although some had vaguely anticipated it, they didn't expect the result to come so abruptly.

A vice minister, without resigning himself, just fired like that?

Dozens of eyes stared at Yang Tianxing at the same time; some were regretful, some sympathetic, and some were there to watch the joke. Zhang Wei patted Yang Tianxing on the shoulder, hoping to offer some comfort.

Seeing this reaction, Long Fuxin and Zhou Yang exchanged a glance; this feeling of killing an enemy with one's own hands was fucking great!

The pity was that not a trace of surprise or sadness could be seen on Yang Tianxing's face.

Also, why did he stand up?

Did he still want to cause trouble? There were more than sixty people here.

Yang Tianxing naturally wasn't going to cause trouble; he stood up because the Qiao Feng BGM in his heart had already started playing, and he was going to stomp these so-called "heroes and gallants" to death in "Gathering Virtuous Manor."

"Vice Chairman Wen."

Yang Tianxing said to Wen Xiubo while walking onto the podium; he didn't treat Long Fuxin as a human at all: "Can I say a few words about a problem?"

Actually, if he could, Long Fuxin really wanted to kick Yang Tianxing down with one foot; this bastard was still asking "can I" with his mouth, but he had already picked up the microphone with his hand.

"Of course."

Wen Xiubo said gentlemanly; his state of mind was very calm, feeling that Yang Tianxing no longer had any possibility of a comeback.

Yang Tianxing coughed and said: "As a vice minister of the department student union, without any strong desire on my part to resign, isn't it somewhat against the regulations for you to handle me this way?"

Long Fuxin said impatiently: "I said, this is the decision of the Youth League Committee."

"Alright, Little Long, stop bragging so much. Take out the evidence and let's see it."

Yang Tianxing said disdainfully.

"Heh, that's rare."

Wen Xiubo thought to himself that this really was refusing to give up until reaching the Yellow River; wouldn't taking out the evidence be a second humiliation?

"If we take out the evidence, will you willingly resign from the union?"

Wen Xiubo asked seriously.

"That's right, take out the evidence, and not only will I resign, but I will also apologize to your face right here."

Yang Tianxing grinned: "As long as the Youth League Committee has stamped it, I'll accept it."

"Fine, I'll go get the evidence."

Wen Xiubo got up and went to the Youth League Committee administration building. He didn't have any malice toward Yang Tianxing himself, but this person was too unaware of when to advance or retreat and had actually stolen his spotlight during the freshman gala.

What, do you still want to be the student union president or something?

After Wen Xiubo left, there was much discussion in the University Student Activity Center. Long Fuxin looked at Yang Tianxing in high spirits, thinking, wouldn't it be better to just honestly become a laughingstock? What meaning could resistance have?

Yang Tianxing sat down in Wen Xiubo's seat with an indifferent face and even lit a cigarette.

The University Student Activity Center was not far from the Youth League Committee office building; when Wen Xiubo appeared at the door again, his expression was very strange.

"Fuxin, come out for a second."

Wen Xiubo's face was as tangled as a steamed bun.

Long Fuxin was already too high on himself at this moment; he didn't notice Wen Xiubo's micro-expressions at all, and still holding the microphone, he sarcastically shouted: "Old Wen, since you've obtained the evidence, come over here; let our former vice minister take a look as well."

"No, you come over here for a second first."

Wen Xiubo wanted to discuss it first.

Long Fuxin walked over and snatched the approval form: "A real man should be straightforward in his actions; don't be so wishy-washy. I'll read it out first."

He walked back to the podium and read aloud: "Regarding the situation explanation that student Yang Tianxing is unsuitable to serve as the vice minister of the Outreach Department of the Humanities and Social Sciences Faculty... it is hereby decided to expel Yang Tianxing from the Humanities and Social Sciences Faculty Student Union."

"Is this appropriate? Please approve, prove, prove..."

Long Fuxin suddenly stopped at the comments section and looked at Wen Xiubo in disbelief: "Why is there no seal?"

Wen Xiubo slapped his thigh in anger: "I told you to come out here for a second first."

Yang Tianxing had walked up behind Long Fuxin at some point and patted him on the shoulder: "I advise you to finish reading quickly. For every word you skip, I'll give you a slap."

Long Fuxin looked at Yang Tianxing, who was no longer his usual laughing and joking self; the cigarette butt in his mouth was almost chewed to pieces, his face was ferocious, and his hands were already itching to strike.

"In... inappropriate."

Long Fuxin was truly afraid; being slapped by Yang Tianxing in front of sixty-some people would be no different from being dead.

Yang Tianxing laughed "Ha ha," took the approval form, and said: "Inappropriate is exactly right!"