Chapter 379: What a loss

When they heard Yang Yin's words, Lu Cheng and Zheng Guoping exchanged a glance, and for a moment neither understood.

Zheng Guoping asked again, "What does that mean? Aren't they Qingbei admitted students?"

"No, they're not."

"Then who are they?"

Yang Yin pursed her lips, "Why are you like an old woman, ears turned backward? I already said I don't know them, how could I know who they are?"

"No, no!" Zheng Guoping's mind was truly tangled at that moment, and he didn't know how to ask.

Lu Cheng still got to the point, asking, "Since they're not Qingbei admitted students, where did you find them?"

"I just pulled them off the street at random…"

Yang Yin thought for a moment, "Oh, they seemed to say that a few are still in high school, the others appear to be apprentices at some factory."

Hearing Yang Yin's words, Zheng Guoping's jaw literally dropped.

"These people aren't admitted students; you just grabbed them off the street?"

Yang Yin blinked, "Hmm."

"Then how can they represent the current cohort in the vote?"

"The Principal agreed, didn't he?"

"No, that's because you didn't tell the Principal their identities."

"The Principal didn't ask either."

Zheng Guoping was speechless, pointing at Yang Yin for a long while without saying a word.

Since the Principal didn't ask, knowing Yang Yin was a Qingbei admitted student, he naturally assumed the ten‑plus students were as well.

All the students present thought the same.

Who could have known that the seemingly harmless Yang Yin deceived everyone?

Zheng Guoping couldn't help but nod, "You're basically falsifying things, aren't you?"

Yang Yin looked up with her small head, "Well… the voting event is over, the result can't be changed anyway."

Zheng Guoping took a deep breath, "I'm impressed, I really am. Haha— oh no, who just shouted that the revolution should pursue truthfulness? Seems like it was you?"

I just want to ask you, you knew you were falsifying things— how did you stay so calm and utter that line?"

Yang Yin smiled, "I… I think, as long as it's a victory the people expect, the revolution can… have a little bit of falseness."

Zheng Guoping immediately clasped his fists, "Admire! Third, you've found a revolutionary partner; you two are definitely cut from the same cloth."

Lu Cheng couldn't help but laugh; indeed, he hadn't expected that such a pure, lively little girl could pull off something so ruthless.

If Wu Yang found out, those ten‑plus voters, who aren't Qingbei admitted students at all, would probably be so angry they'd spit blood.

Yang Yin planted both hands on her hips, huffing, "What are you all laughing at! I had no choice; I'm sure most Qingbei admitted students would support Lu Cheng.

But just a moment ago, where did I find so many admitted students? So I could only have them stand in temporarily."

She actually makes some sense!

Anyway, it was indeed this girl's quick idea that changed the final outcome, letting Lu Cheng win the presidency.

From that perspective, Lu Cheng has to be grateful, too.

"Thanks, Tang Yuan classmate."

Yang Yin pursed her lips, "Who are you calling Tang Yuan classmate! Hmph, I'm not doing this to help you; I already said Lu Cheng is just a symbol. I fight for freedom, I fight for new ideas!"

Lu Cheng couldn't help but nod, "But those things you said, I was the one who brought them up."

"That… actually sounds right," Yang Yin's eyes curved into crescents.

"Let's go, it's about dinner time; to thank you, I'll treat you to a restaurant."

Yang Yin stood still, "You guys thank people in such a boring way! Is thanking someone only supposed to involve a meal?"

The little girl's line of thinking is indeed different from others.

In this era of scarce resources, anyone who can treat a meal at a restaurant is considered the highest etiquette in the world, yet Yang Yin is not interested at all.

Lu Cheng sensed the girl had another idea, "Then tell me, how would you like me to thank you?"

"Hmm?" Yang Yin, hands behind her back, turned her head left and right, "How about you take me ice skating? The Shichahai ice rink is ready, but there are too many little thugs there; I don't dare go alone."

She is truly at the age of wanting to have fun.

Lu Cheng thought for a moment and didn't refuse.

"Alright, I happen to have no classes this afternoon."

"Great, let's meet and not miss each other; you all come. I'll go home first to get my skates, see you."

Yang Yin waved after speaking and ran off.

Zheng Guoping withdrew his gaze, "You really are taking her to the ice rink?"

Lu Cheng shrugged, "Just for fun, and it's perfect that you all go together."

"I can't skate, plus I should keep my distance from her in the future; that little brat has a belly full of bad ideas, who knows when she'll play a trick on me."

In the afternoon, Zheng Guoping was still pulled over by Lu Cheng, and Wei Shu also went; as long as Lu Cheng called him, he wouldn't refuse.

But even if he went, he brought a book, making him a total oddball at the ice rink swarming with rowdy thugs.

"Hey, I'm over here…" not far away, Yang Yin waved her hand while hopping and shouting, holding her skates and wearing a white knitted hat that looked fluffy and even cuter.

Yang Yin ran over, glanced at the three of them, "Why did you come empty‑handed? Don't you intend to skate?"

Lu Cheng gestured toward the shed where skates are sharpened, "Later I'll rent a pair of skates for Zheng Guoping, Wei Shu won't skate."

"What about you? Aren't you skating either?"

Lu Cheng hesitated a moment, then said, "I can't skate; you all have fun."

For some reason, Lu Cheng suddenly lost interest in ice skating, and upon arriving here, an image of that graceful figure kept inexplicably appearing in his mind.

But on the ice rink, he could no longer see that girl who danced like a butterfly.

Hearing Lu Cheng say he can't skate, Yang Yin felt a pang of regret and said, "Alright then, I'll go play first."

Perhaps because his studies had been too busy before, Yang Yin had come only a few times; he just changed into ice skates and stepped onto the rink, his movements appearing somewhat clumsy.

Still, it wasn't bad; compared with Zheng Guoping, this fellow wanted to try, but he just stood still like a chick pecking at rice.

He walked to the long bench beside him, sat down, and Wei Shu spread his book on his lap with a devout expression.

Lu Cheng, meanwhile, crossed his legs and looked onto the rink; when he saw two little thugs skating toward Yang Yin, he waved at Xiao Piqiu under the straw shed.

"Xiao Piqiu, come over."

Hearing the shout, Xiao Piqiu hurried over: "Yo, it's Lu San'er, long time no see—why aren't you on the rink playing?"

Lu Cheng pulled out a pack of cigarettes and tossed it to him: "Give the brothers a smoke."

Xiao Piqiu was startled for a moment: "What does that mean?"

Lu Cheng pointed toward Yang Yin's location: "Did you see that little girl wearing a white needlework hat?"

"Ah, I see her, she's quite a beauty; we brothers are just discussing, planning to snap her."