Reborn with Consumption System

"What do you mean?!"

Yu Xueqin stared hard at Wang Tianqing, wave after wave of intense anger surging within him.

Her face still brimmed with youth, but it was no longer naive. Her every frown and smile conveyed a maturity that lay somewhere between a girl and a young woman. Perhaps it was the glow of good fortune that made her look so radiant, the corners of her eyes and brows relaxed in happiness. Moreover, whether it was an illusion or not, a faint air of languor seemed to emanate from Wang Tianqing, making her appear all the more enchanting and full-bodied. Like a ripe, juicy peach.

A certain conjecture suddenly surfaced in Yu Xueqin's mind. It's unreasonable, unrealistic, impossible! That was his instinctive reaction, yet he couldn't suppress his doubts.

Thus, his rage grew fiercer.

"Asking me?" Wang Tianqing casually countered, her voice light. She didn't even bother to lift her head to glance at Yu Xueqin. "Does it have anything to do with me?"

As soon as Wang Tianqing finished speaking, a burst of whispered gossip erupted from the attendees.

It was now Wednesday morning, in the Student Union's meeting room, where the high-level members were holding their routine huddle. A chairperson, two vice chairpersons, the secretaries-general and their deputies, and the heads and deputies of over a dozen departments were scattered around in groups. The room, originally spacious, was now filled with noise.

The conflict from two days ago had already spread throughout the entire Student Union. The majority supported Yu Xueqin, thinking Han Lie was too arrogant and lacked basic respect for the Student Union. A small portion remained neutral, saying nothing. Not a single person supported Wang Tianqing, as no one believed she was worthy of the position. In the face of actual interests, beauty simply didn't matter. But obviously, Wang Tianqing had already chosen to stand against Yu Xueqin, her indifferent attitude serving as clear proof. This was hard for people to accept; therefore, the crowd was incensed.

Someone even openly mocked, "Wang Tianqing, you don't really believe that just because of a word from Han Lie, we'd have to change leadership and hold a re-election, do you?"

"Haha! Tian-Tian is certainly a bit naive~~~"

"Minister Wang, I think if you have any dissatisfaction with Brother Yu, you should just bring it up during the meeting. What's the point of those petty tricks behind his back?"

One was "Minister Wang," the other "Brother Yu"; their stances were particularly clear. When it came to popularity and prestige, Wang Tianqing indeed fell far short.

In fact, the vast majority scoffed at the rumors of re-election, with many not even clear on the cause of the conflict. Arrogance? Nothing unusual. In their view, no matter how powerful Han Lie was, could he really control the Student Union? There were plenty of impressive people in the International College, yet no one had ever seen anyone capable of dictating terms to the school's upper echelons. As for you, Wang Tianqing... do you think you're fit to stand against Yu Xueqin?

Yin Qin picked at her nails, her posture haughty as she delivered the final blow, "Overestimating herself!"

"Heh heh!" Wang Tianqing simply sneered, not retorting to anyone. Actually, Wang Tianqing knew she wasn't worthy, but she knew even more certainly that Han Lie was. After all, she was in charge of publicity and more aware than anyone of the school's regard for Han Lie and his inherent promotional value. What kind of incredible luck did a third-tier college stumble upon to find such a public asset? Looking through all the external promotional material from the ten-plus years since the school's founding, none held any substantial impact or achievements—it was all empty, exaggerated claims. Why had the publicity department always been overlooked? Because there truly was nothing worthwhile to promote. So, how desperately must they crave a proper representative, a true banner? You can look down on me, but to underestimate Han Lie... Have you all been coasting for so long that you've gone blind?

Wang Tianqing's cold laugh made Yu Xueqin particularly uncomfortable; a deeply unsettling premonition echoed in his heart. Because of it, he had been on tenterhooks all day yesterday, unable to sleep at night.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to try and restore some order, the classroom door was suddenly pushed open. Everyone turned to look and was immediately surprised.

"Director Zhang?"

"Hello, Teacher Zhang!"

"Do you have any instructions for us?"

Yu Xueqin and the vice chairpersons spoke up, and the rest of the students quieted down. The Student Union's direct supervisory unit was the Office of Student Affairs, and Director Zhang was its head. He hardly ever participated in the Student Union's internal management meetings, unless...

As everyone was still speculating with unease, Director Zhang stood at the door with a stern face and beckoned to Yu Xueqin. "Little Yu, step out for a moment. Come to my office and report on your recent work."

Yu Xueqin's face instantly turned deathly pale. What work could possibly require the big boss himself to come looking for me? Normally, shouldn't he have just called and asked me to go upstairs?

Yu Xueqin pushed himself up from the table, steadying his trembling legs as he quickly walked toward the door.

Just then, Director Zhang glanced around the classroom and casually issued a directive— "Wang Tianqing will temporarily preside over the meeting."

Having said that, he turned and walked away without delay.

Director Zhang had come and gone in a flash, speaking only twice, but his words left the classroom frozen in stunned silence for a full three minutes. Wang Tianqing kept her head down, quietly fiddling with her notebook as if she were doing homework. And as long as she didn't speak, no one else dared to make a sound. Yin Qin, who had earlier accused her of "overestimating herself," now had her face flushing red then paling, stuffing her fingers into her mouth and gnawing on them. Guo Li, the vice chairperson who had been certain to officially take over in next year's elections, was so furious his eyes were bloodshot. He struggled to suppress his ragged breathing but ultimately didn't dare to criticize Wang Tianqing for anything.