"Splash, splash—"
Yuan Xunlu first threw the bowls he'd finished eating into the sink,
then
added water and a little dish soap before washing them. After washing,
besides rinsing them with clean water, Yuan Xunlu also used his soul power to carefully clean them again. "Daddy." "Hmm?" "How do you hold meetings?" Yuan Ling'er asked, lying on the sofa, staring at the ceiling. Yuan Xunlu was a little confused. He always slept during meetings. Those leaders talked a lot of nonsense; normally, the only meaningful thing about a meeting was the word 'meeting adjourned.' But he couldn't say that to his little one; he had to set a good example. After thinking for a while in the kitchen, Yuan Xunlu replied: "Probably... everyone discusses something, and then we're realistic, getting straight to the point, raising and solving problems." "What if we're divided into two factions, and everyone has different opinions?" the little one asked again. "Then get others to agree with your point of view." "I know." "Haha." Yuan Xunlu chuckled dryly. It seemed he hadn't explained how to hold a meeting clearly either. But, was his little one going to a meeting now? Was it some kind of school event? [The First Student Meeting of Barak Junior Soul Master Academy Officially Convenes] The bright red characters immediately caught the eyes of the teachers and students. The banner hung openly outside a classroom, ensuring students wouldn't get lost. "What's going on?!" The teacher pointed at the large banner and said angrily. "Someone invited all the class monitors from all grades to a meeting." A senior student replied. "Are students supposed to be doing this? Who did this! Come out!" "Yuan Ling'er." "I won't bother you anymore, I'm leaving." The teacher conceded defeat upon hearing Yuan Ling'er's name. This was not only because Yuan Ling'er was the school's number one genius, and the whole school was very tolerant of her behavior; the more important reason was that Yuan Ling'er's father was a powerful figure. Inside the classroom adorned with a banner, Yuan Ling'er sat at the head of the table, flanked by two guardians. The remaining seats were occupied by the top students from each class— essentially the next generation of leaders in the Kingdom of Barak thirty years from now. "Alright, let's not wait any longer, it's time to begin. Latecomers will be considered to have forfeited." Yuan Ling'er glanced around, noticing a few students hadn't shown up . However, she didn't seem to care. Smiling gracefully, she gestured, "Who's going to make tea today?" "..." No one dared to answer . They couldn't understand Yuan Ling'er's intentions. In the elementary Soul Master Academy, a one-ring Soul Master was already considered strong. Among the students present, only three were one-ring Soul Masters—one level eleven , one level twelve, and one level thirteen . They were no match for Yuan Ling'er. The students exchanged glances, understanding each other perfectly. Since they couldn't guess Yuan Ling'er's meaning, they simply remained silent. For a moment, the atmosphere became rather awkward. "Everyone, please give me your opinions. Don't all look at me. I'm the organizer today, not necessarily the leader." Yuan Ling'er smiled innocently.
"..." Everyone.
Since you've said that, what else is there to say?
"Thump, thump—"
A student walked into the classroom, glanced at Yuan Ling'er indifferently, and
said,
"Sorry, I'm late."
"Were you stuck in traffic?"
"???" The late student looked utterly confused.
Seeing the late student's expression, Yuan Ling'er snorted coldly, thinking to herself, "Just as I thought. "
When she discussed with her father what to do if someone was late, he taught her this method:
if someone was late,
just ask them: " Were you
stuck in traffic? "
Then...
"How did you get here?"
Yuan Ling'er asked.
"I walked here,"
the student replied.
"You walked here? No wonder you're late.
You walked here?
You don't deserve to attend this meeting!" "
Why?!"
The student immediately became angry. Was Yuan Ling'er deliberately making things difficult for me?
Although the meeting was initiated by Yuan Ling'er, a student in a lower grade,
almost all the upper-grade students gave her face
and regarded the invitation as an honor.
After all,
not just anyone could attend;
only students with strength and connections could participate.
Now, Yuan Ling'er was saying that she wasn't qualified to attend,
which was tantamount to denying her own qualifications . "
I'm no worse than anyone else,
why should I?!"
"Why?
You were eleven minutes late,
which means you don't value this meeting and
look down on us!
Why should we still consider you the top student of the third grade?
Go back!
We'll let you know the results!" With
each sentence Yuan Ling'er spoke, the pressure on her increased.
When she shouted the last sentence,
her level thirteen soul power almost made the top student of the third grade unable to lift his head, unsure of where to put his hands.
After all,
the so-called top student of the third grade
only had level nine soul power.
"I...I..." The student looked around helplessly.
Without Yuan Ling'er's intervention, everyone adopted an attitude of indifference.
The student opened his mouth pitifully, then ran out crying.
Yuan Ling'er calmly brewed tea, distributed it to everyone, and then
said,
"Regarding the leader of the Junior Soul Master Academy, I hope to be the one from now on.
Of course, I don't like the word 'leader.' People
who don't know better might think this is some kind of thug school.
I hope you will call me President, Student Council President."
Everyone's eyes turned to the senior students in unison.
Although Yuan Ling'er had just said, 'Those who came here are not qualified to participate in this meeting,'
everyone knew that this was a warning shot. If
a level nine Soul Master wasn't qualified, then only the few level ten Soul Masters were qualified to negotiate.
The three senior students looked at each other,
exchanging glances
,
none of them daring to utter a sound.
"The student council aims to help students, not only now but also in the future.
Ye Nantian, you need a pass to enter the Soul Beast Forest, right?
Wu Yi, your father's business is in trouble and you need a lot of funds, right?
Kun Chi, you also hope to overshadow your elder brother, the crown prince, in the kingdom's political arena, right?
Once we join this student council,
we're all family
. And among family members..."
"When there are difficulties,
we should help each other,"
Yuan Ling'er said with a smile, taking a sip of tea.
"How can you guarantee that your words will come true?"
the eldest and strongest student, Kun Chi,
asked.
"Ye Nantian was born a commoner and has been stuck at level ten, refusing to absorb a ten-year spirit ring. He does need a token to enter the Spirit Beast Forest;
Wu Yi's family is currently short of funds and does need support;
as for me, I do want to advance further,
but
how can you guarantee that you can offer enough benefits
within this community of shared interests you've promised ?" Yuan Ling'er smiled without answering. "You are very talented, your father is a powerful figure, your family is wealthy, and your first spirit ring is a thousand-year one. Becoming a Title Douluo in the future is not impossible, but that's all in the future. Can you offer a tangible guarantee for our interests now? Don't tell me, 'I guarantee it in the name of a future Title Douluo,' I don't believe it." "Finished?" Yuan Ling'er raised an eyebrow, took out a warrant and placed it on the table. It bore three symbols: a sword, a ghost, and a chrysanthemum. "A third-class warrant from the Spirit Hall." Yuan Ling'er then flipped her hand, placing a black card on the table. "There are 30,000 gold soul coins inside." Ye Nantian and Wu Yi were itching to act; their defection and surrender seemed to be just waiting for Yuan Ling'er's order. Ye Nantian was indeed a commoner, his situation similar to A-Jie's—both stuck at level ten and unwilling to absorb a ten-year soul ring. Wu Yi's family belonged to wealthy merchants; he had several older brothers. While 30,000 gold soul coins wouldn't solve their immediate crisis, it would demonstrate his ability, giving him an advantage in future inheritance disputes. "As for Kun Chi, you need to think long-term. You're only twelve now; can't you wait twenty years?" Kun Chi calmed down. He looked at Yuan Ling'er, then at her two younger brothers. At six years old, they were already level ten, and both were innate soul masters with innate soul power approaching level ten. In twenty years, they would be at least level sixty, showing early signs of becoming titled Douluo. They seemed to have a fighting chance. "What do we need to give in return?" Kun Chi asked. "Just do one thing," Yuan Ling'er said, her eyes filled with gloom. "Ten years from now, use your power to keep an eye on someone named Xiao Wu. As soon as she enters the Barak Kingdom, immediately notify me." This was a plan to intercept Xiao Wu after the Continental Soul Master Competition . "I want to be the student council president. That's all. Who agrees? Who disagrees?" The group exchanged glances and said in unison, "Good morning, President!" ( End of Chapter)