Chapter 527

It looks like a gangster boss.

He led several male and female students to the door of the student council president's office.

After a while, the student council president's office was surrounded.

"Bang!"

The male student raised his foot and kicked the door open.

"Where is the student council president? Get out here!"

He said and pulled a baseball bat from behind.

Then he domineeringly pressed the tail end of the baseball bat against the floor.

The moment the door was kicked open.

The students behind him swarmed into the room.

The simulated personality sitting in the chair turned around slowly.

He was not surprised after seeing the scene in front of him.

Instead, he had a calm expression.

As if this scene had long been commonplace.

He was sitting with his legs crossed at this time.

He looked exactly like a noble prince.

"What can I do for you? Everyone?"

The simulated personality calmly picked up a coffee cup in front of the table.

It's time for afternoon tea.

"You're drinking coffee here, but we have to go to the bathroom to wash our feet?!"

This leading boy clearly didn't have a good brain.

What is the necessary connection between drinking coffee and washing feet?

The simulated personality indicated that he didn't understand the core meaning of his words.

Just raised his eyes and glanced at him.

Then slowly sent the coffee in his hand into his mouth.

At this time.

Ran Mouri beside the simulated personality took out her small notebook.

Her current identity is vice president.

She opened the notebook in her hand and said seriously:

"Nobi Kumaji, father is the president of **, mother is an artist of **, family power and money rank 250 in the country!"

"Hehehe! Heard that? Scared, right?"

Nobi Kumaji giggled.

That sharp and mean face plus his bloated and fat body looked very funny.

"Oh!"

The simulated personality had no reaction.

Still calmly enjoying the coffee in his hand.

"Oh! Oh!!?"

Nobi Kumaji looked at the simulated personality who looked indifferent in front of him.

That fat body suddenly trembled.

The simulated personality didn't pay attention to Nobi Kumaji in front of him.

Instead, he turned his head and looked at Ran Mouri.

"Continue!"

"Yes! Nobi Kumaji often emits a strong odor because he doesn't like to wash his feet."

"Seriously affecting the normal class of students in the class."

"So the total score of their class dropped to -200"

The simulated personality frowned.

Then glanced at Nobi Kumaji lightly.

Ran Mouri smiled and walked to the side of the desk.

"May I ask what you are looking for the president for? Nobi-kun?"

Nobi Kumaji put the baseball bat on his shoulder.

He raised his head high, full of contempt.

He raised his arm and pointed at himself with his thumb and said:

"I'm from the baseball club, I'm already tired from training every day!"

"Not to mention my feet, I only take a bath once a month!"

"Isn't your school rule aimed at me?"

The simulated personality crossed his hands.

His pitch-black eyes were full of indifference.

He hooked his mouth and smiled:

"Simple, you can just change to another club."

"Otherwise, drop out!"

"If it really doesn't work, just saw off your legs..."

The simulated personality raised his head and looked directly at Nobi Kumaji.

The indifference and ruthlessness in his eyes directly sent his fat body into an ice cellar.

"You... you, what are you talking about?"

"Baseball is my life!"

"How could I quit the club to comply with school rules!"

"And... what do you mean saw off my legs?!"

Nobi Kumaji braced himself and straightened his chest.

He didn't grow up being scared!

"Swish!"

He shook his fat body.

And pointed the baseball bat directly at the simulated personality.

"You must abolish this rule for me today!"

"Otherwise, I'll smash your office!"

"Of course, I don't mind smashing you by the way!"

Loud voice boosts courage.

Nobi Kumaji suddenly became bold after such a roar.

"That's right, that's right, abolish unfair school rules!"

"Abolish unfair school rules!"

"We won't wash our feet!"

"We won't wash our bodies!"

"......"

Many students behind Nobi Kumaji were all protesting with the "weapons" in their hands.

The sound was so loud that it seemed to lift the entire office.

Those who didn't know would think the students were going on a collective strike.

The simulated personality calmly drank the coffee in his hand.

The students in front of him were just lazy.

Not hopeless.

As the student council president of the school.

He must help these students correct their bad habits.