Can Someone Please Go After My Sister!?!?! - Chapter 11

Private Topics

I am very unhappy.

When I woke up in the morning, I was inexplicably mistaken for a stalker, but that’s fine since I’m not familiar with that person anyway.

But I was late for class just now and was planning to sneak in through the back door, but I was discovered by the excited classmate Wang Er, who called my name in a voice that shook the glass and caught the whole audience's attention.

Lin Yushan! Here he comes! Lin Yushan!

The teacher just raised his eyelids silently and wrote on the roll call list that one person was late... Um, his name was Lin Yushan?

Holy shit! If I had known earlier, I would have said my name was Li Goudan or Liu Banxian when I introduced myself to Sha Er - he called my name so loudly, was he afraid that the teacher wouldn't recognize me?

I finally made it to noon and thought I could go home and have a good rest, but who knew that a text message would shatter my simple wish.

"The court will review the contestants of the Huoye Enka Contest at noon. Please come directly to the 4th floor of the Economics and Management Building at 12 noon."

well……

It's work again.

That's right. I am the director of the Arts and Literature Department of the School of Economics and Management of our school.

Artists? No, no, no, the full name should be "a skilled hand at odd jobs and a runner for large-scale evening parties..."

For example, for the Huoye Enka performance, I have to review the program together with the presidium - this is not an enviable job at all, as it means that I will have to waste nearly three hours of my time listening to a group of contestants who are as good as KTV microphone masters, and let my ears be ravaged by them. Not only can I not doze off, but I also have to score each program one by one and point out their shortcomings to decide whether I can enter the preliminary round.

Have you ever been forced to eat shit and rate it?

This is basically my job... and by the time the finals come around, I'll probably be exhausted...

But I have to go.

I walked to the elevator with a lot of complaints, silently pressed the up arrow, and waited boredly.

At this moment, the sound of high heels gradually sounded behind me... a cold sweat ran down my back.

Is this voice...Queen Ann?

"Wow, Yushan, you're really fast."

A lazy voice sounded behind me, and then a pair of light and warm hands gently rested on my shoulders.

I turned my head and saw Sister An’s face with a refreshing smile was right behind me.

A closer look…

My nose almost bled.

Oh my goodness... Sister An obviously just finished working out and hurriedly changed her clothes and shoes, right? This casually chosen shirt is too small. From the bottom, the third button is a bit tight, and the second button is completely tilted to one side as if giving up treatment, and the uncontrollable, upright and rounded peaks are clearly visible...

No, it’s not tall and straight—it’s majestic!

I bent forward slightly, trying to hide a certain embarrassing part backwards (don't ask me why!), and forced a smile to greet Senior Sister Anru.

"Senior...have you eaten?"

I want to beat myself to death. Why use such a boring opening that only street uncles would use!

Maybe it’s Sister An’s figure that sucked away my thinking ability, yes, it must be so.

"No." She winked at me. "What about you?"

"I, I don't either..."

I swallowed.

It’s not because I’m hungry, but because my gaze finally started to move downwards from the snow-white and deep “career line”, and I discovered an incredible fact.

This dress is obviously not hers.

The top of the dress was too tight, but the bottom was a little loose, so Yu gently tightened the bottom at the waist and tied a knot...

But in this way, the clothes became quite short, and you could even vaguely see her shallow belly button, and the amazing curve of her waist was exposed.

Further down, there are almost perfect rounded leg curves shaped by years of exercise and stretching. The shorts are a bit tight, not much exposed, but they still give off the seductive taste of a bikini.

No, no…

I smiled awkwardly and bent even lower, almost into a bowing position.

Sister An looked at me and couldn't help but burst out laughing.

You can laugh if you want, why is there a part of you that is shaking? My lips are dry.

So I continued to bend over.

"What are you doing? Bowing in Japanese style? Haha." She waved her hand carelessly, "Don't do that. If you haven't eaten yet, let's go to the dinner party after we're done."

There is an old saying that goes "beauty is a feast to the eyes", and I am beginning to believe it now. Seeing Sister An, not only am I no longer hungry, but my whole body feels slightly warm as if I have eaten a full meal...

I nodded stiffly, walked around behind her and followed her into the elevator.

Perspective...stuck perspective...can't stand up.

"Hey, Yushan, are you unhappy? Why are you mumbling to the corner? Turn around."

I turned my head away, revealing an expression that looked like I was about to cry: "I can't do this..."

The senior student giggled and forcibly grabbed me and pushed me against the wall.

My heart was pounding. She was close to me with a smug look on her face. Her hair was slightly tilted in a ponytail, and a fringe of bangs covered one eye. The other eye was looking at me carefully, almost catching every subtle facial reaction of mine.

Close... too close!

I stepped back awkwardly, fearing any physical contact, especially any part of my body that showed signs of excitement.

then--

I bent over again.

If there were other people around, they would definitely find it strange, right?

A tall beauty is pressing a boy against a wall, and the boy is bowing to her?

So, I really don’t want to meet Queen Ann.

Queen An, whose real name is Senior Sister An Ru, is the current president of the Student Union of the School of Economics and Management.

Before I went to college, I was deeply addicted to anime and I thought that "queen-like", "cold", and "rich second generation" were inherent labels for student union presidents.

But I was wrong.

Sister An Ru is a very eccentric person. If I want to explain it clearly, I think I have to talk about it one by one.

First of all, she loves sports, especially kendo and karate, and she is quite good at them. She has participated in national competitions many times and won awards.

She herself was also keen on spreading martial arts culture, and she casually opened a kendo club in the school. When recruiting new members, she symbolically exchanged moves with a sparring partner on the main road with bamboo swords in hand. Her graceful movements and the beauty of the rhythm of her strength attracted a large crowd of onlookers.

It's nothing.

But it was very hot that day.

So Sister An took off her helmet and tied her hair into a ponytail to get some fresh air...

In just a moment, the crowd suddenly turned into a human wall!

The people at the next stall were all confused... How come all the people who were queuing up to fill out the group registration forms were gone?

Sister An may have felt too hot, so she started to take off her kendo uniform. For comfort, she only wore a pure cotton short-sleeved shirt inside, and after it was slightly wet with sweat...

Well - so even the person in charge of the stall next door ran away to serve as a brick in the wall.

In the end, the Kendo Club became the largest club in the school, without a doubt.

I think the boys who signed up really had impure motives.

Not only that, Sister An’s “kingly and domineering aura” also makes people convinced.

When they were freshmen, the teaching assistant for their advanced math class was a lewd guy who created a WeChat group specifically for the girls in the class and harassed them under the guise of studying. During the midterm exam, this guy even openly posted in the group, "Whoever goes to the bar with me tonight, I will tell her the specific questions for the midterm exam."

After holding back for a long time, Senior Sister An finally got the chance, took a screenshot to leave evidence, and then ran to the teaching assistant's dormitory.

She went there with a bamboo sword.

So the midterm exam was handed out by the teacher himself...

The teaching assistant is unwell and is now in hospital - so said the teacher.

The teaching assistant never showed up again. Later, some people said that he was reported by an unknown person and dropped out of school on his own initiative.

As for why Sister An became the chairman, many people speculated whether there was some ulterior motive behind this...

No! Wake up! The boys in our school are really boring sometimes. Not only do they speculate whether the senior is a virgin based on her figure, but after the change of leadership, some people even investigate whether there is any hidden deal behind the senior's promotion... And regarding these topics, there are actually several schools of thought and opinions, which are regularly discussed and criticized in private.

No!

Absolutely not!

If those guys had the time and patience to watch how she finished a bunch of forms in one meal and prepared a complete set of financial statements and invoices in one class, I think they would not have any more boring YY. She was like a sharp knife, always neatly cutting off the most tangled threads of the problem.

I am convinced by her, really.

By the way, I am actually one of those boring boys, and a staunch advocate of the "pure romance" school. Ahem.

Please forgive me.

So you can imagine how embarrassed I was.

"Yushan, why are you always acting weird?" She pouted, stepped back and stood still, leaning against a corner of the elevator, her curves still attractive.

This is all your fault, I resented.

"Forget it, let's have dinner together later. I have something to tell you."

My heart was pounding, and I asked, "What's the topic?"

The elevator door opened with a crisp ring. Senior Sister An turned and stepped out of the elevator. She turned her head and smiled at me: "Private topic."

After saying that, she waved her hand and walked towards the venue, leaving me in a daze.

The elevator door closed, and I was still in a daze, with only four words left in my mind:

Private topic!