In the lounge area of the Student Union room, a dark wooden coffee table stands quietly, its edges rounded and smooth.
The rich aroma of hot coffee wafts from a porcelain cup, filling the room, evoking a sense of tranquility.
Frey sits on the sofa, silent, not contradicting the president's words.
He has no intention of showing off and trusts deeply in the president's judgment.
"Mr. President, please go on."
Lanci sincerely requested.
Being a passionate person, Lanci would not sit idle when the school had urgent public services to address.
More importantly, he had joined the Student Management Committee, responsible for handling these affairs, and felt a strong sense of duty and responsibility.
"Recently, there's an old, small building in the school that urgently needs to be demolished. However, a former team, now disbanded, is still using that unsafe wooden house as their club room. So I'm asking you to persuade them to leave."
