The Romance Extras Turned Out to Be a Yuri Story - Chapter 7

In the afternoon, the student council elections began. Because there were many candidates, the smaller departments were chosen first, and only at the end did it come down to the positions of department heads, the student council president, and vice president.

Zhang Qiu and Lin Luoluo separated as soon as they arrived at the student council.

The secretary general led Zhang Qiu inside. Lin Luoluo glanced worriedly at her wrist. She didn’t know if Zhang Qiu could endure much longer—her injury looked serious. The whole way there she had been pinching her wrist with her left hand to fight the pain.

Seated in the candidate area, Lin Luoluo stared blankly at her speech draft. She was running for the position of student council vice president—something the system had specifically chosen for her to use in humiliating the heroine.

System: [Host, don’t be afraid. Your résumé is extremely impressive. You can bring more to the student council than anyone else. They won’t be able to beat you.]

Lin Luoluo: [I’m not afraid of that. Elections are about the most capable person winning. If I lose, it just means the other person is better than me. What’s there to be afraid of?]

System: [Then why is your heartbeat so fast?]

Lin Luoluo: [Th-That’s just nerves!]

System: [Come on, host! Later you’ll get to slap the heroine Zhang Qiu in the face in front of the male lead Gu Beichen! That way the male lead will defend her! This is crucial for building their relationship! You can do it! Their romance depends on you!]

But Lin Luoluo’s mind drifted.

She thought to herself—if the male and female lead’s relationship was really so fragile, maybe it would be better if they just broke up. Why bother repairing it?

Of course, she didn’t dare say that to the system. She only gave a half-hearted response, then went back to staring dazedly at her draft.

The elections began. First, each department’s candidates gave their speeches. The student council members scored them, and the three candidates with the highest scores were chosen to give impromptu speeches.

The process went quickly, and soon it was time for the most important elections—the president and vice president. At this point, only a few candidates remained. For vice president, there were only two contenders: Lin Luoluo and the former secretary general, a girl named Fang Duo.

Pushing up her glasses, Fang Duo asked, “Do you want to go first or should I?”

Lin Luoluo thought, better to die early than suffer longer, and lifted her chin. “I’ll go.”

She stood, walked to the front, and declared arrogantly:

“I am Lin Luoluo. Most of you probably don’t know me, but soon you will!”

Inside, Lin Luoluo was screaming. The system’s speech draft painted her as an insufferable egotist! But since the system demanded it, she had no choice. Though she felt wronged, she puffed up her cheeks and forced herself to keep a stern face.

Unfortunately, she was far too cute for the act to be intimidating. Her soft, gray-brown curls spilled like a fluffy cloak down her back, making her look less like an armored warrior and more like a little kitten hissing. She looked more adorable than threatening—people almost wanted to tease her.

Lin Xiangdong covered his mouth, barely suppressing laughter.

Gu Beichen’s eyes curved with amusement, and even Zhang Qiu’s normally cool expression softened with a faint smile. The lecture hall atmosphere lightened—but Lin Luoluo, mortified, didn’t notice. She quickly grabbed a piece of chalk, turned around, and scrawled her name on the board before launching into her speech.

She talked about her past leadership experience, her achievements as an excellent student, and her work in a foreign student council’s external relations department where she had secured many sponsorships for school events.

At the end, she hesitated. Her eyes darted toward Zhang Qiu—but Zhang Qiu wasn’t even listening. She was whispering to Fang Duo, the secretary general sitting behind her.

Fang Duo was her rival.

Seeing Zhang Qiu’s lack of attention, Lin Luoluo’s mouth pulled downward briefly. Looking at the floor, she pressed her lips together and continued:

“These are my past achievements, and I believe they prove I’m more than qualified for this position. I also want to ask—what accomplishments has our own External Relations Department head made in the past three years? From what I’ve found, most sponsorships in recent years came from school funding, with the president’s family covering part of it as well. If you choose me, budget allocations and sponsorships will never be a problem. The advertisers I worked with abroad loved sponsoring school events—it’s the best exposure they could ask for.”

Fang Duo frowned and sat back. The implication was obvious—Lin Luoluo was attacking Zhang Qiu, who happened to also serve as head of External Relations, and who indeed was weak in this area.

But Zhang Qiu didn’t dodge. She admitted openly:

“You’re right, you’re very capable. External Relations has always been my weak point. That’s something I need to learn from you.”

Fang Duo grew anxious.

Originally, External Relations should not have fallen under the vice president’s oversight. But the president had insisted—since the money mostly came from him anyway, it was easier if the vice president handled finances.

The truth was, the vice president had tried hard, even negotiating a business sponsorship herself. But when she told the president, he dismissed her efforts:

“Those few tens of thousands aren’t even a fraction of my pocket money. Instead of wasting time, you’d better spend more of it with me.”

He not only canceled the deal but offended the sponsor.

Fang Duo sighed inwardly. That president’s temper—only the vice president could put up with it.

Gu Beichen’s gaze darkened. He glanced at Zhang Qiu, who showed no sign of anger. In fact, she looked amused as she asked Lin Luoluo:

“And how exactly did you get these figures?”

Seeing that Zhang Qiu wasn’t mad, Lin Luoluo raised her chin proudly. “From the council’s public financial reports. The accounts are very clear—anyone could read them.”

Several people nearby broke out in a cold sweat. Those reports were always prepared by the vice president—they weren’t so easy to understand.

Zhang Qiu then tested her with a simple financial question, which Lin Luoluo answered quickly.

Nodding, Zhang Qiu said, “You’re impressive.”

Lin Luoluo’s tail practically wagged at the praise—until Zhang Qiu continued:

“But your emotional intelligence is low. You say you once served as External Relations head and secured many sponsors. Then you should know—when you don’t have complete certainty of winning someone’s favor, the last thing you should do is offend them.”

“Your performance today doesn’t quite match your claims, does it?”

As one of the student council judges, Zhang Qiu gave her score, then smiled slyly, her fox-like eyes narrowing at Lin Luoluo.

“All right. Next candidate.”

Lin Luoluo stiffly returned to her seat, brushing past Fang Duo.

Just as she sat down, she heard Fang Duo say from the stage:

“I withdraw from the race for vice president.”

Lin Luoluo shot to her feet. Fang Duo adjusted her glasses and said, “Congratulations, Lin.”

Stunned, Lin Luoluo sat back down, utterly dazed.

Next was the election for president. Fang Duo went up and received thunderous applause. Only then did Lin Luoluo realize why she had given up the vice presidency—her true goal was the presidency all along!

The elections ended. The results were basically decided, but they couldn’t yet be announced—they first needed to be reported to the school for approval.

Lin Luoluo remained sitting in the lecture hall, unwilling to move, until Lin Xiangdong dragged her out.

When they were alone, he asked quietly: “Why did you target the vice president just now? Didn’t you say at lunch you were going to treat her to a meal? Didn’t you see how dark Gu Beichen’s face got? I thought he was going to explode—but somehow he held back.”

Lin Luoluo huffed, “I was just telling the truth. I wasn’t targeting anyone.”

“You!” Lin Xiangdong tapped her forehead. “So are you still planning to treat Zhang Qiu to dinner or not?”

“Yes!” she replied loudly—but inside, her confidence was hollow.

“Then let’s go.”

“Go where?” Lin Luoluo blinked.

“To the student council dinner, of course. Why else would I be waiting for you here?”

“But that’s your gathering. Why would an outsider like me go?”

“The vice president said so.” Lin Xiangdong grinned. “She told me to drag a certain spiky little kitten over to meet everyone.”

Lin Luoluo pressed her lips together, her heart suddenly pounding.

After she had just humiliated Zhang Qiu in front of everyone, why would Zhang Qiu want her there? Did she not hate her?

Dragging her feet, Lin Luoluo followed Lin Xiangdong. He slowed his pace when he saw she was falling behind.

“Does your knee still hurt? Is that why you’re walking so slowly?”

Her eyes widened.

Her knee barely hurt anymore—but Zhang Qiu’s wrist… that was a different story.

When she had fallen from the stage earlier, she had clearly heard Zhang Qiu’s muffled groan of pain. She couldn’t even dress herself without help. Yet at the student council she had pretended as if nothing was wrong!

Suddenly, Lin Luoluo bolted. She remembered there was a pharmacy outside the school.

“Hey! Where are you going? Is your leg better already? Running that fast?” Lin Xiangdong gave chase. With his long legs he caught up quickly, while Lin Luoluo, unaccustomed to exercise, soon grew out of breath. Her leg wound stung from the exertion.

She braced her hand against her leg, panting, “I’m going to buy medicine for bruises.”

“What for? Didn’t the school doctor already prescribe you medicine?” Lin Xiangdong asked in confusion.

He remembered Zhang Qiu handing her a packet of medicine earlier.

“It’s for me.”

Lin Luoluo went into the pharmacy. Scratching his head, Lin Xiangdong waited for her to come out. Then they caught a cab to the hotpot restaurant.

The others were already there, waiting for them. When they finally arrived, the crowd jeered: “Whoever comes late pays the bill! Time to bleed the rich boy dry!”

“I’ll pay, I’ll pay,” Lin Xiangdong laughed, grabbing the menu. “But don’t go overboard!”

“Tonight everything’s on Lin Young Master!” someone howled, throwing an arm around him and dragging him off.

Meanwhile, Lin Luoluo’s clear eyes scanned the room until she found Zhang Qiu.

Zhang sat beside Gu Beichen, her expression cool and distant. The noisy chatter around them only made the quiet space near her more striking.

Lin Luoluo tightened her grip on the medicine bag. She walked over, and as soon as Zhang Qiu looked up, she grabbed her arm, leaned close, and whispered urgently in her ear:

“Can you come outside with me for a moment?”

Her clear eyes brimmed with pleading. Stray curls brushed against Zhang Qiu’s arm, tickling her skin. Zhang Qiu nodded and let herself be pulled up.

Lin Luoluo exhaled in relief. But before she could lead her away, someone grabbed Zhang Qiu’s other wrist. Pain flashed across Zhang Qiu’s face.

Lin Luoluo whipped her head around and glared furiously at Gu Beichen.

“Where are you going?” he asked, his expression unreadable.

Anger surged in Lin Luoluo. She slapped his hand hard and shouted:

“Let go of her!”

“You touched her injury!”

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