Perhaps the student council should reach out to this Beichuan Si.
But the student council's previous inaction regarding the underwear incident might have already evoked feelings of resentment in Beichuan Si.
Because up to now, the student council still couldn't figure out whether Beichuan Si was falsely accused of group bullying or if he indeed stole the underwear of girls in the same grade.
Qian Xia Chiyuki gently tapped her fingers on the table.
Finally, she paused, her sharp eyes lifting.
There was nothing to hesitate about. While the student council was meant to be a model for students, wrong was wrong, and the council's inaction regarding the issue with Beichuan Si was indeed a problem.
So Qian Xia Chiyuki decided to meet Beichuan Si.
One reason was to apologize for the previous events, and the other was to persuade him to join the student council.
From what he said in the bathroom, she could tell he seemed to have a kind heart, and his command to those delinquent students not to bully other students was likely due to his sense of justice.
As Qian Xia Chiyuki was contemplating this, a fellow student council member provided a new update,
"Speaking of which, it's a bit strange... Beichuan from class 1-1 seems to have been bullied for quite some time, yet after winter break, he seemed like a different person. According to a friend I know in class 1-1, Beichuan had a conflict with a girl from his class yesterday, and today's bullying incident was sparked by that conflict."
"Is there more to this story?" Qian Xia Chiyuki couldn't help but blink her beautiful eyes.
She was about to proceed when she suddenly staggered forward, nearly falling.
"President!" a concerned student council member stood up.
"...I'm fine." Qian Xia Chiyuki waved her hand to signal the member to continue their work, then sat back on the chair and pressed her temples firmly.
Qian Xia Chiyuki was neither naturally clumsy nor sensitive to tripping on flat ground.
Her weariness was due to a heavy burden in her heart—
"Lisha..." Qian Xia Chiyuki exhaled heavily.
The dizziness in her mind wouldn't stop, making her feel nauseous, but in front of the new student council, she maintained her usual demeanor, though her face turned slightly pale.
"President, why don't you rest in the student council room during lunch break?" someone suggested.
Due to handling student council affairs, members arrived at school a week early, and throughout that week, Qian Xia Chiyuki seemed disconnected.
At times, she appeared extremely fatigued, and other times she would space out until reminded.
"I'm fine; sitting here to rest a bit will do," she insisted.
In terms of discipline, the newly appointed Qian Xia Chiyuki was unreasonably strict and obstinate.
As the student council president, she had to be a role model for all Kyubei High School students.
Watching Qian Xia Chiyuki, everyone exchanged glances, but surprisingly, no one objected.
This was the effect of being a good role model; everyone noticed Qian Xia Chiyuki's serious attitude, so no one disagreed with her.
Everyone returned to their work, but their gazes occasionally drifted toward Qian Xia Chiyuki.
Among students, discussions abounded about this new president, Qian Xia Chiyuki, being an unattainable beauty.
What "stern and clear demeanor," what "polite and elegant speech," what "meticulous work, seems cool."
While all these were true, the primary reason was that Qian Xia Chiyuki was exceedingly beautiful.
Indeed! The reason was as real as it gets, with her dignified appearance, flowing, silky black hair cascading behind her shoulders, cherry-colored lips, and eyes shimmering with a sharp glow.
Her beauty, coupled with extraordinary grace, complemented by her talent as a published writer, painted her as a true heroine out of a novel.
Yet, despite her seemingly flawless appearance, she had been off-beat lately.
Some student council members even privately theorized that Qian Xia Chiyuki was just looking for a boyfriend, deliberately appearing weak to test their abilities.
This theory surprisingly gained consensus among many student council members.
Even a few female members were intrigued by her.
Witnessing all of this, Qian Xia Chiyuki sighed deeply.
"Lisha... don't worry... I won't let the student council fall."
Former student council president Tsukishima Risa may not have been a qualified president, but to Qian Xia Chiyuki, she was an impeccable predecessor.
Joining the student council and becoming president was mostly due to Tsukishima Risa.
However...
Thinking about the changes that occurred after leaving the Sanmu Abandoned Doll Factory made Qian Xia Chiyuki regret and almost cry.
She should have stopped the curious Tsukishima Risa then; if she had, perhaps none of this would have happened.
Qian Xia Chiyuki gently rubbed the pendant on her phone.
It was a gift from Tsukishima Risa when she was elected student council president.
"No matter what, I will save you, Lisha."
Qian Xia Chiyuki silently vowed in her heart.
For Tsukishima Risa, who was in a poor mental state, she sought monks, made prayer beads, and even visited the shrine for blessings and protection.
But all those items had minimal effect.
Tsukishima Risa even showed extreme fear and resistance.
Thinking of Tsukishima Risa, wrapped tightly in her blanket, growing thinner by the day, Qian Xia Chiyuki's heart tightened.
However, recent good news gave her some solace.
The famous "Urban Legend Agency" blogger had finally replied to her!
Leaving aside things like active daily traffic and money, whenever the blogger posted videos or pictures about spiritual entities, it always sparked a flood of comments.
Some said this mysterious blogger, who never showed their face, used Photoshop or 3D technologies to deceive attention.
Others claimed the images had been around for years.
Some even absurdly claimed the blogger was their relative and instructed to send money to XXXXXXX to know their true identity...
When Qian Xia Chiyuki first saw the page, she thought it was a scam.
Yet, after the incident with Tsukishima Risa, she couldn't help but believe that some mysteries were beyond her understanding.
She left messages in the person's private inbox daily.
And just the day before, the blogger finally replied, saying they would come to investigate soon.
How could she not be excited by that?
She barely gathered enough energy, only to feel an inexplicable sensation when she revisited the video on Beichuan Si.
It seemed... Beichuan Si's side profile bore some resemblance to that of the mysterious blogger...