Chapter 382: School Begins

Xiao Piqiu looked aggrieved and began to vent his grievances.

"Who wouldn't let her go! You said she could go, you gave the order, we didn't provoke her, but now she insists on picking a fight with us."

Lu Cheng was momentarily confused; regarding these little thugs, wasn't Yang Yin pretty scared before? How did she end up provoking them voluntarily?

"You don't know, she uses your name to swindle food and drink everywhere, and not even a moment later she's either hungry or thirsty, demanding us to buy her food; if we don't, she bangs on us—look, look…"

Xiao Piqiu stuck out his head; there were several lumps on it that haven't gone away yet.

"Swindling food and drink is one thing, but we're preserving Lu San'er's face by supporting this auntie, and damn it, she insists on organizing some ice‑skating competition."

"Every day at specific times we must be present for training; being late even a bit gets us knocked, I can't even nap lazily now, and during this big New Year, our buddies can't even drink or play cards."

"You say we're wandering soldiers used to freedom with no one supervising or questioning us, now they train us like regular troops, stripping all freedom—hurry and get rid of her!"

Listening to Xiao Piqiu's aggrieved complaints, Lu Cheng couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"No, you bunch of Big Old Masters, still scared of that little girl."

"Are we scared of her? That's the cousin you have a crush on; we wouldn't dare touch her."

Noticing his sister starting to glare, Lu Cheng hurriedly tried to send Xiao Piqiu away.

"Alright, you go back first; when we meet her another day, I'll talk to her."

"Why wait for another day? Go today."

"I—I have something today, but don't worry, I'll definitely tell her."

"Then act like you're handling the matter."

"Alright…"

Lu Cheng said so outwardly, but in his heart he was too lazy to look for Yang Yin, lest he be trained as regular troops again.

After Xiao Piqiu left, Lu Ying was still rolling her eyes.

"Hehe, sis…"

"Which cousin are you talking about now? How come I didn't know we have a cousin?"

Before Lu Cheng could argue, Lu Ying quickly grabbed his brother's ear: "Day after day, now you're learning to flirt again, huh? Why can't you stop being a dog that eats crap?"

"Ouch, ouch, be gentle! Who's flirting? I'm single now, basically following Mom's will to find a wife."

"Mom's will is for you to find someone who can manage a household, not ten people; be honest."

"Got it, got it." Lu Cheng pedaled his bike again, changing the subject: "By the way, sis, Lao Wu said he won't come back for New Year this year."

"Hmm, I know, later we'll pick up Ning Ning, and spend New Year at our house, just right to play with Qing'er."

Mentioning Ning Ning, she seemed like an ever‑present child in their lives; although not blood‑related, sister Lu Ying clearly treated Ning Ning as her own child.

Including Wu Zhekun as well.

The two were inevitably linked in life because of Ning Ning, the child who survived the earthquake.

While riding his bike, Lu Cheng asked earnestly: "Sis, what do you think of Wu Zhekun?"

"You ask that way, what could I possibly think of him."

"No, I mean, how would you evaluate this person?"

Lu Ying thought for a moment: "How to evaluate? Hmm? He's quite upright and has a kind heart."

Lu Cheng pursed his lips: "Your evaluation is too generic."

"Where's it generic? You don't even meet those two criteria."

"No, don't pull it onto me."

"Why didn't you say it hit your sore spot!"

When it came to character, Lu Cheng couldn't outdo his sister.

"Sis, don't squeeze with Qing'er at the back."

"Hmm, you're a bit more sensible now."

Qing'er had grown considerably, and the back was indeed cramped, so Lu Ying let the little niece sit on the front big seat; Lu Cheng clasped her and then pedaled off quickly.

When they reached the snowy front, he quickly squeezed the brakes, then did a drifting tail swing that flung Lu Ying, who was sitting on the side at the back, into the snow.

When Lu Ying crawled out of the snow, her hair and clothes were covered in snowflakes; she looked utterly disheveled.

"Lu Cheng, you Turtle, I'm going to kill you!"

Lu Ying clenched her fists and chased after him; the children were also chasing and roughhousing in Hu Tong Li, and after chasing for a while they ended up in the light rain of March.

This was also the opening day for the 78th batch of freshmen; many people, in this hopeful season, gradually entered their dream universities.

As President of the Student Committee, Lu Cheng was extremely busy.

At the start of term there were too many tasks, such as organizing student‑drawn hand‑copied newsletters, putting up banners, posting big‑character posters, and painting slogans welcoming new students.

They decorated the campus more festively than the New Year; although warm spring was still far away, the school was filled everywhere with a colorful atmosphere.

They also needed to organize a group of students to familiarize themselves with the freshmen's enrollment procedures, so they wouldn't be flustered and clueless later.

Moreover, the newly formed clubs had to prepare promotional material, so that once freshmen arrived they could start recruiting members and enrich their clubs.

Since the clubs were established, they weren't just for show.

For this, Lu Cheng specifically assigned each club a task: each must recruit at least ten freshmen, and anyone who fails will have their club president removed.

Thus, every club president would take it seriously, and no one dared to slack off with the newly appointed president.

Because they all knew, despite Lu Cheng's normally laid‑back, friendly manner, when it came to work he was very serious and strict, not allowing even a speck of sand in his eyes.

On the first day of school, the campus was even livelier.

The Vice Principal, together with the leaders, toured the campus, looking increasingly satisfied.

Joyful atmosphere filled the campus everywhere, a stark contrast to the previously dead‑slow vibe, showing a clear big change.

And all this change was organized by the Student Union.

Coordinating so many tasks so orderly couldn't be done without Lu Cheng's excellent leadership as president.

When he saw Lu Cheng on site arranging students, helping new classmates carry luggage and find dormitories, the Vice Principal even stepped forward to greet him.

"Lu Cheng, you've worked hard,"

Lu Cheng turned around, saw the leaders inspecting the work, and immediately said, "Please rest assured, we will devote our utmost effort to showcase our school's enthusiasm."

Vice Principal nodded, "Hmm, well done, that's the kind of robust spirit we need."

It seems that selecting Lu Cheng as president in line with popular sentiment was indeed the right choice.

If a junior student were in charge of the arrangements, it certainly wouldn't be executed so excellently, let alone be so lively.

Seeing that the leaders were pleased today, Lu Cheng stepped forward and said, "By the way, Principal, to help incoming freshmen integrate into university life more smoothly and quickly, the Student Committee plans to organize a Welcome Party and hopes the school will grant approval."