At the freshman welcome party of the student union of University A, two beams of light shone on the stage. Fan Ming, dressed in a formal suit, stood on it, looking even more handsome than usual.
Everyone turned their eyes to the podium and heard Fan Ming's opening speech: "Today is the annual recruitment party of the student union. I hope the new members can integrate through this party. From now on, we are all part of the student union. Well, the party now begins."
Fan Ming was very approachable. His words sounded like those between friends. Coupled with his usual fame, as soon as he finished speaking, the audience immediately burst into applause. Especially the freshmen were even more excited when they saw such a handsome student union president.
When Fan Ming stepped down from the podium, the people below also started to move around.
The old student union members gathered in groups, chatting with their acquaintances and having snacks. They came here mainly to expand their network. While the new members looked around curiously, smiling and nodding at everyone they met. It was easy to tell the difference between them.
Xia Weilan stood in the corner, checking the situation around, especially the refreshments. She noted which fruit platters were empty and which juices needed to be replenished.
Sun Meimei stood in the crowd with her arms folded. She showed no sense of responsibility as a member of the organization department at all. Instead, she complained to her friend beside her: "These foods taste so bad. They're nothing like those from last year."
As Sun Meimei was speaking, she saw a freshman about to pick up a pastry. She immediately walked over, raising her chin haughtily and warning: "Don't eat it. Such cheap stuff might give you a stomachache."
The freshman blinked, not knowing whether to take it or not. He felt a bit embarrassed. He thought the food was fine. Why couldn't he eat it?
Xia Weilan, who was standing not far away, saw what was going on and heard Sun Meimei's deliberately provocative words. It was okay for Sun Meimei to complain before, but now she was affecting other students. Xia Weilan stepped forward.
"Don't worry, classmate. The ingredients here are all fresh," Xia Weilan said to the freshman. The freshman let out a sigh of relief, took a pastry and walked away quickly.
But Sun Meimei looked at Xia Weilan unhappily.
Xia Weilan stared back at Sun Meimei without showing any weakness: "As a member of the organization department, you should know best that the budget for this event is limited. Please don't affect other students."
Sun Meimei burst into laughter, attracting the attention of the students around: "If you don't have enough money, why don't you raise some? You're used to living a life of luxury as a rich girl, but you make us eat such things. Hehe, you're really shrewd. As the daughter of the Xia family, hosting such a party. Tsk tsk tsk, I'm even ashamed of you."
Xia Weilan's face darkened. Sun Meimei was clearly making a personal attack.
"Sun Meimei, this is the business of the student union, not just mine. Please don't confuse the concepts. If you want to eat delicacies, please go and have them by yourself after the party," Xia Weilan was really annoyed by Sun Meimei. Fortunately, she still had her wits about her and didn't want to waste any more words.
Fan Ming pushed through the crowd and walked over. Seeing that it was Sun Meimei causing trouble, he immediately said: "Sun, the principal is going to bring some important guests here later. Don't cause any trouble."
Sun Meimei looked at Fan Ming reluctantly. Why did everyone have to side with Xia Weilan? What was so good about Xia Weilan? She just relied on Mo Beichen behind her. Everyone wanted to curry favor with Xia Weilan. While she had worked hard as a staff member in the organization department for a year. She was supposed to be a shoo - in for the position of the department head, but was squeezed out by Xia Weilan, a nepotism appointee.
Just as a large number of people were gathered around watching the show, someone in the crowd suddenly said: "The principal is coming."
Sun Meimei was overjoyed. She wanted to take the opportunity to complain to the principal that Xia Weilan was not capable of being the department head. So she immediately turned around with the others, craning her neck, looking excited.
In the crowd, a path slowly opened up. A middle - aged man walked out. It was the principal of University A. The principal walked slowly, accompanied by a handsome man. Everyone's eyes were drawn to this man. It seemed that he was born a king.
Mo Beichen paced slowly, as if inspecting his territory. As he walked by, everyone fell silent, not daring to make a sound. Some tensed their backs, feeling a great deal of pressure. At the same time, they were also extremely shocked. They never thought that someone could have such an imposing manner. Without saying a word, he could make people submit.
"What's going on?" The principal walked to the center of the encirclement and asked Fan Ming.
Fan Ming glanced at Mo Beichen. Just as he was about to speak, someone pushed him aside from behind and squeezed forward. Fan Ming frowned and heard Sun Meimei's impatient and sarcastic voice:
"Principal, the materials for this party are of such poor quality. They're all cheap stuff from the vegetable market. I dare say that the head of the project department can't do things at all. The party is in a complete mess."
As Sun Meimei was speaking, she glanced at Mo Beichen from time to time.
There was actually such a high - quality man in the world. She wondered who this person was.
Although Sun Meimei had been spreading the rumor that Xia Weilan was Mo Beichen's mistress, since she was studying in an unpopular major, she had never had the chance to know what Mo Beichen looked like.
Hearing this, the principal looked at Xia Weilan, looking a bit embarrassed. He had just brought Mo Beichen here as a guest, but unexpectedly, Mo Beichen's girlfriend was complained about in front of Mo Beichen.
"Principal, it's not like that at all. Xia has organized it very well," Fan Ming despised Sun Meimei's behavior.
Xia Weilan stood beside Fan Ming, looking at Mo Beichen. Seeing that Mo Beichen had a gloomy face all the time, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart. Was Mo Beichen angry?
"Hehe, since it's organized well, let's continue," the principal looked around. He immediately took in the layout of the party. There was really nothing to be picky about. The layout was reasonable, and there was an abundance of drinks and pastries. Although the fruits were relatively cheap, there was a wide variety. So it was impeccable.
Hearing that the principal didn't want to pursue the matter, Sun Meimei gritted her teeth. Suddenly, she remembered what Fan Ming had said before, that the principal was going to bring important guests. Sun Meimei immediately pinned her last hope on the noble man who had been silent all the time:
"Sir, your identity must be extraordinary. A person like you probably wouldn't want to eat the things here. I'm afraid it would insult your taste buds."
Hearing this, Mo Beichen looked at Sun Meimei, and a look of disgust flashed across his face.