"Hey kid, what kind of magic did you do? The club supervisor suddenly showed up and asked the student council to approve all our applications. You are a genius."
Olivier looked up from his game for a single minute and smiled a sinister smile back at the big boss.
He was not surprised to see this plan working. The club supervisor was one figure the student council could not go against after all.
"The magic I performed is called acting pitiful. I might have told the club supervisor a thing or two about our situation and let his mind imagine the rest."
The situation was handled better than Olivier expected. Their club suddenly had enough members to operate at full capacity.
'Well, that is one problem solved. I still need to do something about the school team. None of these players know how to play in a team.'
