The Student Council that Du Hang expected to see was a regular Student Council, not one that constantly trembled under the dark shadow of Lady Zhao. He did not actually find such a Student Council to be bad. In fact, he was not even interested in Student Councils. The only problem was that he had joined it to draw some inspiration. Currently, things were far too bizarre. If it ever took the form of a novel, no reader would believe it!
As writers wrote stories that were close to reality, they achieved a stronger sense of substitution. If it was too outlandish, writers would be criticized for being too green, too lazy to do their research.
Now that Du Hang was in the Student Council, he had also earned Lady Zhao's protection by default. No matter how much of a creep or a lurker he was, no one would seek him for trouble.
