svetikya Chapter 33 An Invitation
Chapter 33 An Invitation
three days later.
The news that the two major clubs had jointly invited S-class students to a banquet spread throughout the entire campus.
All eyes were on the independent, high-end single apartment, wondering which side this S-class would choose.
After all, since Caesar joined the student council, the competition between the two clubs has become increasingly fierce.
Originally, the Lionheart Society dominated the academy due to its history and status as a long-established club. However, since playboy Caesar brought his talents to the student council, with the support of this big spender and his lavish spending, the student council quickly became a powerful club that could rival the Lionheart Society.
However, just when the Lionheart Society was facing a crisis of succession and its position was in jeopardy, Chu Zihang, a rising star and A-level newcomer, joined the Lionheart Society.
His arrival undoubtedly gave the Lionheart Society a shot in the arm.
Therefore, even though he was only a freshman, he was still appointed as the acting president. Once the old president graduates, the "acting" title will be removed.
Thus, the struggle between the student council and the Lionheart Society went underground, focusing on the love-hate relationship between Caesar and Chu Zihang, a pair of high-blooded mixed-race individuals.
They are still undecided between themselves, but they have all turned their attention to the newly arrived S-class Lu Mingfei.
It seems that this competition, which will never end, will find its conclusion in him.
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On the day of the dinner.
Norton House.
Waiters in tuxedos moved among the guests, and the entrance to the club was filled with all kinds of luxury cars.
The invited men and women, dressed in various formal attire, chatted and laughed. Although the banquet had not yet begun, the atmosphere had already reached a climax.
Caesar was not in the main hall of the banquet; the grand finale is always the last to appear.
He sat in a chair in an office in the clubhouse, holding a stack of photos taken by paparazzi at the Lionheart Society's headquarters. Compared to the student council's lavish decorations, the Lionheart Society's premises appeared much simpler, but traces of its former glory could still be seen in the details.
"Looks like our old rival has done a good job with the arrangements," Caesar said softly. He flicked the photo, put on an expensive black bespoke suit, and walked to the center of the hall.
The noisy and chaotic environment suddenly fell silent upon the arrival of the student council president.
The male and female student council members, dressed in black formal attire and white lace skirts, stood gracefully in place, their eyes fixed on their president.
One of the onlookers, eager for drama, shouted, "Caesar, where are our S-class ships?"
"Please be patient, everyone," Caesar said, maintaining his elegant smile. "I think our S-class should arrive soon."
"But I heard that the Lionheart Society also invited him."
"Then I think he will make the right choice." Caesar clapped his hands, and the band conductor next to him immediately raised his baton, and elegant music once again filled the hall.
Men and women lined up in pairs, marching and gesturing as they warmed up for the party.
Caesar nodded to everyone who passed by, and then went alone outside the hall.
He stood at the entrance of the guild hall, his gaze fixed on the ornately decorated gate.
The best time to enter has passed, and only a few guests are arriving late.
But none of them were the targets Caesar sought.
S-class.
He only wants S-class.
It's important to know that even someone with his background in the academy would only be rated A-level, and before Lu Mingfei arrived, only the principal, the dragon slayer, was rated S-level.
Lu Mingfei's future is predictable.
Time passes little by little.
As the start time of the banquet drew near, Caesar lost his previous debonair demeanor, frequently glancing at his watch.
But clearly, time is running out for this S-class to arrive.
The church bells in the distance finally rang eight times.
It was midnight.
The banquet time had arrived, and the pre-arranged fireworks were lit, instantly illuminating the sky.
In stark contrast were the expressions of the people in the hall, because they had not seen an S-rank until the very last moment.
S-class students did not choose the student council.
A smile suddenly appeared on Caesar's face.
Since the other party did not choose the student council, then they must go to the Lionheart Society.
Things are getting more and more interesting. Faced with the newly joined S-rank, will the Lionheart Society's president, who is currently on an internship, still hand over the position to Chu Zihang?
An internal power struggle seems inevitable, and for him and the entire student council, this may be an opportunity.
An opportunity to make the student council the largest organization in the entire college.
He seemed to already see a bright future for the student council.
However, at that moment, one of his ministers rushed over with his mobile phone.
"President, your text message."
"What text message? Of course, the dinner is more important." Caesar waved his hand.
"It was sent to you by an S-rank official."
Caesar quickly snatched the phone back and glanced at the text message.
Despite his etiquette training since childhood, his brows were now furrowed into a deep frown.
"what?"
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Lionheart Society.
"President, it's not your fault. You've done your best. After all, we can't compete with the student council in terms of funding." A burly man comforted Chu Zihang, but he didn't notice that the man didn't seem surprised at all that Lu Mingfei hadn't come.
"It's alright, even if the S-rank doesn't come, the party will still go ahead as planned." Chu Zihang ordered, and everyone else nodded in agreement, as they did indeed need a banquet to boost morale.
Just then, a black-haired girl with a single ponytail hurried over, carrying a laptop.
"President, your new email," Susie said.
Chu Zihang, who was interrupted, did not get angry. He glanced at the email content displayed on his laptop screen.
The email was primarily an invitation to the entire Lionheart Society to attend a party.
But as far as Chu Zihang knew, besides their Lionheart Club, only the Student Union was hosting a party tonight. Could this be a deliberately provocative email?
After reading the contents with a frown, Chu Zihang looked at Luowei's name.
The First Holy Emperor.
This was a name I had never heard of before, and there wasn't a club in the academy called "First Saint Sect".
Who sent this prank email? Thinking of this, Chu Zihang reached out and manipulated the touchpad, clicking the sender's field with the cursor, which contained a string of school IDs.
He seemed to have seen this ID somewhere before.
"President, it's from an S-rank," Susie reminded him at the right moment.
S-class invited us to a dinner at the Chusheng Sect?
The same question arose in the mind of his rival Caesar, because the text message he saw was exactly the same as the email that Chu Zihang saw, except that "Lionheart Society" was replaced with "Student Council".
"Chairman, I've already checked. This Chusheng Sect is a newly registered club that only started recruiting students today, and they even started recruiting on the school forum today," a student council member said.
Although the banquet proceeded as scheduled, the student council's elite members gathered in the conference room to discuss how to handle the short message.
Caesar simply sat quietly in his seat, listening as his subordinates presented their opinions one by one.
The choice he faced was simple.
To go or not to go.