Author: 唇亡齿寒 / Lips Gone, Teeth Cold
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 164
The bell rang, marking the end of the Empire History final exam. The elderly professor with white hair opened the doors of the examination room, and the dejected students poured out, instantly casting a gloomy shadow over the entire campus.
“I think I’m done for, Alois,” Casper Shannon said with a mournful expression, on the verge of tears. “What on earth was the new land tax law issued by Ammen II? I feel like I never even studied that! And the thirteen decrees of Queen Sia concerning the free city-states—who could possibly remember all of them?”
“Don’t be so upset, Casper.” His friend, Alois Lagrange, had an uneasy smile on his face. “Everyone is in the same boat. If you couldn’t write anything, neither could anyone else…”
“But did you manage to write something?”
“Uh, yeah, I did.”
“Then that’s it!” Casper became even more despondent. “I left half of the fill-in-the-blank questions empty, and the other half I just guessed at randomly…”
“I also filled in several blanks randomly.”
“Every time you say you guessed, you end up getting them right! I hate you!” He sniffed. “I better prepare for a retake… No, I might as well just retake the course…”
A group of younger students walked by them, and Alois, with sharp eyes, noticed someone among them he absolutely did not want to meet. He grabbed Casper’s arm, intending to change direction and avoid that person, but unfortunately, that person spotted them before they could get away.
“Isn’t this Senior Lagrange?”
Alois rolled his eyes. It seemed there was no avoiding it. “Good morning, Bayes.” He greeted with little enthusiasm.
The person he absolutely did not want to see—Darius Bayes—approached them with a confident stride, a smirk on his face, and sharp, hawk-like brown eyes that seemed to have caught their prey.
“It’s not morning anymore, Senior.” Darius Bayes stared at the “Imperial History” textbook in Alois’s hand. “I heard that a lot of people might fail this course. You must be confident about passing, right?”
Alois frowned. This brat was irritating in both expression and tone. “Thanks for your concern. You’ll have to take this course next semester, so maybe you should focus on yourself.”
“Of course, Senior.” Darius Bayes tilted his head slightly. “I have a meeting to attend next, so I’ll take my leave.” He gave a quick salute and strode off toward the teaching building on the other side of the campus.
Once his figure merged into the group of students, Casper tugged at Alois’s sleeve. “Who was that?”
“Darius Bayes, a junior one year below us.”
“Oh, I’ve heard of him. He holds a hereditary count title and is also the vice president of the student council.”
“He’s just an annoying brat.” Alois snorted.
“How do you know him?”
“Last year’s survival training, I happened to be their group leader. Oh, what a nightmare that was. I’ve never met a brat so arrogant and so fond of bossing others around. I should have pushed him off a cliff back then and spared us all the trouble!”
Darius Bayes strode confidently into the meeting room. The round table was already filled with people, with the heads and deputies of each department seated in order. The student council president, Hoffland, sat at the head of the table, with the seat to his right left vacant, reserved for Darius.
“My apologies for being late, everyone.” Darius surveyed the entire room.
“It’s alright, Bayes, take your seat,” Hoffland, two years his senior, said. “How did the exam go?”
“I can’t guarantee a high score, but I’ll definitely pass.”
Laughter echoed through the meeting room. Darius sat down beside Hoffland, who adjusted his glasses and nodded slightly. “Let’s begin the meeting.” A line of text appeared on the holographic screen behind him: Student Council Weekly Meeting.
[Today’s Agenda: Graduation Ball Preparations]
“The graduation ball is an annual event, so I’m sure everyone is familiar with the process. I assigned tasks two weeks ago. How’s the preparation going? Publicity Department?”
“The promotional posters are ready. Starting tomorrow, they’ll be displayed on all the school bulletin boards.”
“And the program lineup?”
“The program has been finalized, and the school dance troupe is rehearsing. We’ve invited Luna from the Broadcasting Association and Laswell from the neighboring Music Academy as the hosts.”
“What about the budget?”
“The school will cover 20%, and we’ll need to get sponsorships for the rest. The Public Relations Department is negotiating with a few companies we’ve collaborated with before.”
The department heads reported their progress one by one. Hoffland mostly nodded in silence, occasionally offering a comment or two. Darius was responsible for taking the meeting minutes, which helped him quickly familiarize himself with the student council’s work. Hoffland was almost grooming him as the next president.
The meeting lasted nearly an hour. After summarizing the tasks and setting the rehearsal date for the graduation ball, Hoffland announced the meeting’s end.
“‘LP’ members stay behind. Everyone else, you’re dismissed!”
Half of the students around the table packed up their things and gradually left the meeting room. The remaining members gathered on one side of the table. Hoffland stood up and switched places with Darius. In the upcoming club meeting, Darius was undoubtedly the leader.
Darius took the main seat and waved his hand. The text on the screen behind him changed abruptly: Lagrange Point Weekly Meeting.
Darius glanced around at the others, noticing how their previously rational and calm expressions instantly turned into excitement and fervor.
“The Lagrange Fanclub Weekly Meeting begins!”
The author has something to say:
Darius’s extra chapter is a bit dull, so just take a casual look… I originally wanted to write a story about Darius and Lagrange during their survival training, but then I thought it would be too much trouble, so I gave up = =.
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