Those words — especially that last line about personal tutoring — landed like a grenade in the middle of the guys' section. The room erupted with barely contained gasps and excited murmurs.
Half the guys' eyes lit up immediately, minds already painting pictures of being personally coached by her, adrenaline going through the roof.
"Damn... this girl... she really knows exactly what she's doing..." Ethan couldn't help cursing quietly to himself. Summer understood human weakness and she used it well.
After the speech, Summer bowed to the room at a clean, precise ninety degrees, posture perfect.
Honestly, in his past life she really would have gone far in any system. Impressive.
"Whooooo——!"
Applause crashed through the room like a wave, several times louder than anything before it.
But right as she bowed — something happened.
She was wearing a slightly loose V-neck top today.
That full ninety-degree bow pulled her collar completely free of where it was supposed to be. A snow-white, delicate, and jaw-dropping view opened up directly to every pair of eyes below the stage.
"Hiss——!"
The air in the classroom seemed to freeze for one full second.
Then it erupted.
A collective gasp — shock mixed with something else entirely.
Every guy in the room had their eyes wide and mouth open. Some went red instantly. Some covered their faces on reflex like they were about to have a nosebleed. One guy in the second row dropped his pen straight to the floor with a loud clatter.
This was not a small thing.
Even Ethan, sitting in the back row, completely used to chaos of all kinds, felt his mouth fall open slightly, eyes going wide for just a moment.
Wow. That bow was something else entirely.
Ethan watched Summer step down from the podium into a wall of applause and genuinely wanted to curse out loud.
This girl had taken the art of persuasion to a completely different level.
Failed with the honey trap at noon. Running for class president in the evening. Then just handing out a full visual package to every guy in the room?
Unbelievable. She really went all the way.
The nerve it took to pull that off must have been built from solid concrete.
A thought flashed through his mind for just a second — maybe he really should keep her close. Keep someone this dangerous from running loose.
But that wasn't the priority right now.
Summer's "bow move" had been devastatingly effective. He needed to bring something real to pull the room back.
Ethan stood up at an easy pace and walked to the front.
He flashed that signature slightly-too-casual smile first, gaze sweeping across the room, landing briefly on the faces of the guys still very much in recovery mode.
"Alright everyone, let's get it together." His voice was easy and loud, smile still on his face. "Especially the gentlemen in this room — let's remember where we are. Close your mouths, dry your eyes, act like adults."
He paused, eyes drifting over to Summer who had just taken her seat, a hint of meaning in his expression: "And some of our female classmates might want to keep in mind — presentation and decorum, right? That was a lot to handle. Us innocent guys really can't take that kind of impact."
The "some female classmates" he was referring to — Summer knew exactly who he meant.
That grin broke whatever was left of the tension.
"Pfft—"
"Hahaha!"
Half the girls in the room burst out laughing. Several of them had already been quietly irritated by what Summer had pulled, and Ethan calling it out with that half-joking tone hit exactly the right note.
The guys gave awkward embarrassed laughs. Some of them were actually more annoyed at Ethan for saying it out loud.
Summer's jaw tightened beneath her smile, hands hidden under the desk pressing into fists, absolutely furious.
That jerk. Got away clean and still had the nerve to play innocent.
Ethan completely ignored her glare.
The smile dropped off his face. His back straightened. A steady, grounded energy came off him naturally, and the room went quiet almost immediately, like someone had turned a dial.
"Alright. Jokes over. Let's talk real." His voice shifted — calm and direct, gaze moving across the class. "Everything the previous speakers mentioned — serving classmates, supporting teachers, running activities — that's the baseline. The minimum. Most of you in this room, if you actually wanted to, could do all of that just fine."
He let that land, then shifted: "But if you choose me as class president, what I can lead this class to do goes a lot further than that."
He paused, letting the weight of those words settle, then spoke clearly: "Everyone in this room is talented. You got into NYU Stern. You have plans and ambitions. But let's be straight — the job market is crowded. Getting any job isn't the challenge anymore. Getting into a top firm, landing a core position, actually standing out? That's still brutally hard for most people."
Ethan's eyes sharpened: "Right after I finished my SATs, I started a company. I have my own business right now, and it's moving forward."
Boom.
The room exploded.
"No way—"
"For real?"
"He started a company right after high school? And it's actually running?"
"Is he even human?"
The 208 crew had the biggest reaction of anyone.
Marcus looked like his eyes were about to leave his face entirely, grabbing his own hair: "BRO. Being the top scorer was already insane. Being that good-looking is already unfair. But you've also been running a company this whole time?! Do the rest of us get to exist?!"
Derek was too stunned to form words, just staring with pure admiration on his face: "Ethan... that's actually insane..."
Kevin had the expression of someone who had just calculated the value of a friendship and was very happy with the number: "Okay he's built different. We eat for free for four years, I'm calling it now."
The rest of the class wasn't far behind — eyes wide, disbelief giving way to deep genuine respect, all of it aimed at Ethan. This was genuinely another level of existence.
Summer had gone completely still, mouth slightly open, staring at the figure at the front of the room, something complicated moving behind her eyes. Ethan... How many layers are there to you? This isn't something a normal person reaches.
Nora wasn't particularly shocked. Ethan had already told her he had his own company and had been talking about bringing her on as his assistant.
Ethan looked out at the explosion of reactions across the room with quiet satisfaction, let it run for a moment, then dropped the second piece: "So if you elect me class president, what I bring to this class isn't just class management. I can sit down with any of you and actually work through your ideas — find real projects together, experience what building something actually feels like. Before graduation you'll have more real hands-on experience than ninety percent of your peers. Whether you're going into finance, consulting, a top firm, or starting something of your own — you'll already be ahead. And for the right people — my company's door is open."
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