Chapter 109: Yulinka

Student Council.

In America, the Student Council holds real power; it typically represents student interests in communication with the school administration, and accordingly has the authority to manage students, organizing clubs, dances, holiday events, charity fundraisers, and collecting feedback.

Its internal structure is divided into various departments, but only four core members truly matter.

The president, also the student representative, is to some extent a maker of campus rules.

The vice president assists the president and oversees specific duties, such as club management.

The secretary manages documents and conveys information, primarily handling communication between upper and lower levels.

The treasurer, simply put, handles logistics—managing budgets and event funds.

As for the class representatives who automatically join the Student Council, they are naturally elected by each grade to represent their peers in communication with the council; typically, they interact more with the secretary, who handles upward-downward communication.

Now, Yulinka holds the position of class representative; the next step is grade representative. But since she’s a transfer student, she must first oust the current representative to take the role.

Of course, that won’t stop her.

She simply used a little trick—took some compromising photos of the rival with several boys and posted them online; the next day, due to the scandal, the school stripped her of the position.

Now, she only needs to negotiate with the Student Council to take over.

What?

The representative from another class?

Don’t they know I have dirt on all the third-year representatives?

In short, she’s determined to get the grade representative position.

At this moment, Yulinka was immersed in the exquisite thrill of this struggle.

Especially when watching students obediently follow her orders—it felt even better. But her opponents had too many weaknesses; they were too easy to defeat.

Boring. I hope the Student Council members can put up a little fight.

Then…

“I oppose Yulinka becoming the third-year representative.”

In the Student Council room, all members sat together.

Sitting in her chair, Christina, who had only recently become president, spoke thus.

“A transfer student, enrolled for less than a month, wants to be grade representative? I see no evidence of her capability, and the previous representative’s sudden scandal is suspicious.”

The unspoken implication was clear to everyone.

Three other girls sat in the room—all members of the Student Council.

One was Nancy Thompson, a fourth-year, former president, now secretary, responsible for communicating with class representatives and student clubs and distributing documents.

One was Rebecca, a third-year, vice president, primarily in charge of club affairs.

One was Patricia Montelli, a third-year, treasurer, responsible for budgets and event funding.

Upon hearing Christina’s words, Nancy frowned. “Christina, this isn’t appropriate. The scandal isn’t confirmed to be her doing—there’s no evidence—and she was openly elected.”

“So what?” Christina raised an eyebrow. “I say she’s unfit, and she’s unfit.”

“I’m against it.”

Nancy’s brow twitched with anger; she once again questioned whether she’d made a mistake choosing this woman as president.

So mean, so stupid!

The two beside her looked indifferent; they didn’t care about this. It was just a transfer student wanting to be grade representative—so what if she got it? So what if she didn’t?

Shaking her head, Nancy gave up. After all, Christina was president now. She walked out.

“Hmph. Thinks she’s still president, always ordering me around,” Christina muttered.

Rebecca and Patricia exchanged a glance and walked straight out the door, not bothering to respond.

They were merely lazy about meddling—they didn’t want to get dragged into Christina’s personal grudges.

They knew the former third-year representative had been one of Christina’s supporters during the election.

Seeing them leave without responding, Christina’s cheek twitched. She slammed a fist onto the conference table. “Bitch! A bunch of bitches! You’ll regret this!”

She’d been barely pushed into the presidency by Nancy and her own allies—but now her allies were gone, and they were acting like this?

Damn it!

Christina calmed down. She had to think of a plan—otherwise, what was the difference between her presidency and nothing at all?

How could she make them lose credibility?

Take compromising photos? She remembered they didn’t have messy private lives—Nancy even regularly volunteered at orphanages…

Got it. Organize an event. Cause an accident. Make them mess up the event, mess up the budget, mess up personnel…

Christina’s lips curled slightly.

She walked out of the room with a cheerful step.

Even a small society is a society. Where power and money exist in the Student Council, conflict inevitably follows.

…

Yulinka quickly got the news. Facing Nancy, who looked apologetic, Yulinka’s eyes flickered, then she smiled—disappointed, yet still hopeful.

“I understand. Maybe I haven’t done enough yet. I’ll work harder. Thompson, could you tell me what exactly the president dislikes about me?”

Nancy replied, awkward but polite: “She says you haven’t shown any capability yet. She needs more time to observe.”

“Oh~ Thank you, Thompson.”

Yulinka remained polite throughout.

Only after Nancy left did Yulinka’s expression turn cold. She frowned deeply. “Hmm. Interesting.”

Won’t give it to me?

Then I’ll take it myself.

Yulinka was a doer. She immediately acted.

First, she probed her “subordinates” for deeper information about Christina—gossip, rumors, whispers.

Combined with what she’d gathered over time, she pieced together a rough profile.

Christina was proud, arrogant, valued loyalty, and had a bit of cunning. Her family was upper-middle-class—comfortably well-off.

In the previous term, she was just an ordinary grade representative. She never should’ve become president—Nancy had picked her as the tallest among dwarfs and backed her, barely securing her the position.

But she had tensions with Nancy and average relations with the other two council members. Still, she was well-connected outside school and got along with several notorious campus bullies.

Also, rumors claimed she’d once been involved in a student disappearance case—no one knew if it was true.

“Her weaknesses are obvious. How can I exploit them?” Yulinka mused, when one of her “best friends” approached with news.

To foster relations between new and returning students, the Student Council would host a campus ice-skating competition, approved by the school.

The event would take place in the third week of next month.

There was still some time left.

“This might be a good angle to work from.”

Yulinka raised an eyebrow, a smile on her lips as she strolled away.

…

“Wow, Lily, you’re amazing.”

“Yeah, you skated so well. With that skill, you’re definitely winning first place in the figure skating.”

“I’m so jealous of you, Lily.”

“Haha, you’re not bad either. We can all do it together.”

Lily, dressed in her skating suit, was surrounded by friends, laughter filling the air.

Behind them, Maria kept her head slightly lowered, replaying in her mind Lily’s graceful movements on the ice.

“Skating? Her form was truly beautiful. If it were me, would I look like that too?”

As soon as the thought arose, Maria quickly shook her head. No, better not.

Then—

A voice called out: “Maria! Maria!”

The shout drew many glances. Following it, Madison ran over and grabbed Maria’s hand. “Maria, come on, hurry with me.”

Feeling hundreds of eyes on her, Maria felt as if needles were pricking her skin. She wanted to sink into the floor, refusing to look around.

She only mumbled in reply.

“Uh-huh, okay.”

Then—

She felt a gaze from ahead.

It was Lily, turning back to look at her.

Maria froze. In that moment, it felt like a choice.

Clumsy Madison didn’t notice. She kept pulling Maria. “I just went to the Student Council and got….”

For Maria, this wasn’t really a choice.

From start to finish, she’d only ever had one true friend.

Maria didn’t look back at Lily. She followed Madison’s pull and walked away.

Lily’s eyes grew cold. Her friends murmured: “Come on, Lily. I never liked her anyway—always staring at the ground, nothing to say to her.”

“Yeah, let her go. She never fit with us anyway. Good riddance.”

“Let’s go, Lily.”

Lily nodded. She knew all this. But watching the green leaf she’d chosen walk away—not because she abandoned her, but because she was rejected—left a strange discomfort, as if she herself had been discarded.

Whatever. Right now, the skating competition matters. As for her? Just a stranger.

Maria and Madison were chatting and laughing in the hallway, and Maria now knew from Madison why she had rushed to find her so urgently.

Madison had met Nancy and successfully joined the student council, even if only as a department member—but still, it was the student council. With this status, she had finally entered the circle and was less vulnerable to bullying from small cliques.

Of course, she wouldn’t forget Maria with such good news.

That’s why she had come rushing over.

Maria felt a warmth in her chest when Madison suddenly asked, “Maria, was that girl you’ve been hanging out with lately Lily?”

Maria nodded instinctively.

Madison’s expression shifted slightly as she walked ahead—though she was careless, she wasn’t completely oblivious…

She had wanted to rush forward and beat them senseless, but over these past days, Madison had grown a little; she knew she couldn’t have won before, and it would only invite trouble.

“Maria, is that Lily going to enter the student council’s new ice skating competition?”

“Yeah, she’s a figure skating competitor—she’ll definitely enter.”

“Then let’s enter too!” Madison suddenly turned around and said.

“What?”

Maria was stunned.

“What’s the problem? Figure skating—I’ve looked into it. It’s just about how graceful and fluid the moves are, but the most important thing is how beautiful the person looks, right? With the two of us, we’d definitely win first place.”

Hearing Madison’s naive remarks, Maria didn’t know what to say.

“No way—we don’t even know how to skate. How could we possibly compete with them?”

Madison grew angry. Every time, it was the same—she always acted so lacking in confidence, never even trying before declaring something impossible. Damn it! Maria’s damn family!

A bunch of bastards!

Madison fell silent. Maria followed cautiously, knowing she had angered Madison.

Neither spoke again; they just walked forward in silence.

At the teaching building, four girls painting their nails in a corner watched Maria and Madison head toward the student council building, their eyes flickering.

…

School was over.

Louis stretched, beside him was Emma; as for Nuel, she had told Louis roughly what she planned to do—mostly her grand ambitions within the school.

Louis wasn’t interested in any of that, so he paid little attention; compared to that, he cared far more about the experiments with Madison’s blood.

Whether it would yield results would be known soon.

“Emma, how’s your training going lately?”

“I feel it’s working—my body’s changing. But Louis, is this really that powerful? Can you teach me the fire spell? I think that one’s better.”

“Don’t even think about it. I won’t teach you any other spells until you’ve mastered this one.”

Louis refused firmly.

Emma wasn’t disappointed—it was exactly what she expected.

At that moment,

Emma suddenly tugged Louis’s sleeve and nodded toward a direction. Looking where she pointed, four slightly familiar girls were pushing another girl into a narrow alley.

Those four are…

“The girls who bullied Madison that day.”

Emma reminded him.

Louis nodded. He rarely bothered remembering what such people looked like. “Let’s go take a look.”

In the alley,

Maria stared at the four girls before her and forced herself to stay calm. “Why did you drag me in here?”

“You’re Madison’s bitch friend, right?”

“We heard she only has one friend—you?”

“Heh, we brought you in just to see what Madison’s bitch friend looks like. Now we’ve seen—head down, face covered, no grace at all, gloomy, even worse than Madison herself. No wonder.”

“Maybe she picked you as a friend because you’re even worse than she is?”

The four girls spoke in turn, each calling her a bitch, every word a slur—Maria’s breathing grew rapid.

She wasn’t angry because they insulted her—well, she was a little angry, but mostly because they were slandering Madison.

Maria trembled all over, her vision blurred, as if voices whispered in her ears.

(End of Chapter)