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"I said I didn't join the student council, so how could it be me?" Yang Qingyin pulled out a tissue to wipe herself and glared at Luo Ziling dissatisfiedly, "You're just teasing me!"
"If Senior Sister were to join the student council, then people would flock to it like carps crossing the river." Luo Ziling smiled and then asked, "So who is it?"
He became curious.
From the look on Yang Qingyin's face, the president of the student council was definitely no ordinary person.
"The person who hugged you that night at the party!"
Luo Ziling immediately thought of Ouyang Huihui but ruled her out right away. At lunchtime, Ouyang Huihui had mentioned that the school had invited her to join the student council. A freshman couldn't possibly be the president of Yanjing University's student council.
He then thought of another woman, a beautiful hostess from the orientation party: "I know now, it must be that female host, right? What's her name? I actually forgot."
