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Chapter 220 I'm the Boss of the Campus F4 (47)

During the last class in the afternoon, Zhao Zhao was browsing the school forum on his phone, mainly looking at posts about Song Zhixu. Of all the main characters, he knew the least about him.

Just then, a new post about him was bumped to the top. Zhao Zhao clicked on it and saw that the young man in the photo was sitting at his desk looking through a stack of documents. He had a gentle face, and with the filter that the poster had specially set, he really gave people the visual feeling of "a gentleman as handsome as jade, a peerless young master".

The bell rang, signaling the end of get out of class. Zhao Zhao slung her schoolbag over her shoulder, and in the short time it took Ai Wen to pack his bag—just a glance down and then up—he was gone…

Without hesitation, Zhao Zhao went straight to President Song Zhixu's office. Normally, at this time, Song Zhixu should still be busy with student council matters.

The school attaches great importance to the student council. In order to better manage this elite boys' school, the elected president must not only have management skills, but also a strong family background, so as to manage these teenagers whose families have some power.

The president's office was decorated in a way that rivaled the principal's office, resplendent in gold and jade. Even the unassuming door was incredibly luxurious. Zhao Zhao raised her hand and knocked on the door. "Knock knock."

"Please come in," came the gentle yet serious voice from inside; he was indeed still there.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zhao pushed open the door and immediately met Song Zhixu's slightly surprised eyes behind the heavy documents. He smiled brightly, as if he had forgotten the misunderstanding between them that morning, and sat down opposite the uniformed boy with a grin.

"President Song, I'll be waiting for you to get off work~"

Song Zhixu lived up to his reputation as the steady and reliable president chosen by everyone. Even though they had just had a disagreement that morning, Zhao Zhao was still able to smile at him without changing her expression after her initial surprise. "Is there something you need, junior?"

"I do have some things to do, but I'm not in a hurry. Senior, you should take care of what you're doing first." As he spoke, Zhao Zhao took out his phone to play a game, then looked up and added, "Waiting for you~" He winked at him mischievously, trying to lighten the somewhat stiff atmosphere.

Having not been back to school for several days, Song Zhixu's desk was piled high with materials from the past few days, all waiting for his review. Seeing this, he stopped wasting time talking to Zhao Zhao and buried himself in his work.

Time passed by, and during that time Zhao Zhao went from sitting to playing games, to lying down to play games, and then to lying on the sofa next to her playing games. Suddenly, an exclamation mark appeared on her phone screen, indicating that the battery was low.

Zhao Zhao sighed, looked around, casually pulled out the charger from Song Zhixu's table, and plugged it in to charge her phone.

Song Zhixu had no problem with his overly familiar behavior, and smiled as she looked up, "I have a lot of things to do here. If you can't wait, you can go ahead."

"Haha, it's okay, I'll wait a bit longer." The boy lay on the sofa, staring at his phone without even looking up. He looked a little sleepy and spoke in a lazy voice.

"Hmm." Song Zhixu wasn't really concerned about him, but seeing how stubborn he was, she let him be.

As dusk settled, Song Zhixu still showed no sign of leaving. Zhao Zhao, looking resentful, climbed up from the sofa and slapped his hand on the table. "Senior, when are you going to stop?" He was sick of playing on his phone!

Even after working for several hours straight, Song Zhixu remained calm and composed. Without even looking up, he casually adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said indifferently, "Right away."

"I'll help you!" Zhao Zhao said gruffly, clearly impatient. Her beautiful brows furrowed anxiously as she asked, "Is there anything else you need to do? Tell me quickly!"

Song Zhixu finally gave him a look, indicating that this was the first time he had seen someone so eager to work. "Could you please take this pile of waste paper to be destroyed?" He pointed to the slightly messy waste paper next to him and gave the order in a low voice as he wished.