Became a Dark Merchant in the Academy

198 – Student Council President Election_2

“I understand that you want to run for student body president. Could you elaborate a little more?”

“Yes, sir. I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

When I bowed my head and said that I wanted to become the student council president without even a proper explanation, everyone except Anten looked puzzled again.

“What am I supposed to do if I cut off the beginning and end and say this? You have to say it properly.”

Anten stabbed him in the side.

“Oh, I guess I summarized it too much because I was in a hurry. Let me explain from the beginning. How did this happen…”

Only then did he seem to realize it, stood up, looked around at everyone, and began to explain the situation.

Of course, it’s not the real reason that’s hidden, but a fake reason that’s made to sound good.

If I told you the real reason, no one here would agree with it.

If it was natural, then it was a natural thing.

“─I want to make sure that such terrible things never happen again at the Academy. So, will you all become members of the election support team and help me?”

About 10 minutes had passed since I opened my mouth.

I managed to explain all the fake reasons.

Then silence fell.

It was because the fake reason was too embellished.

‘I guess I should have left out words like guilt, responsibility, and nightmare.’

However, I couldn’t help it because it was important to maintain the character I had played so far.

It’s not like you can suddenly say that the character collapsed and that it was to start a full-scale fight.

“I know this is a sudden story. Even if we’re just friends, I don’t think we should make a decision on something this big right here. But I hope you’ll consider it at least once.”

I tried to break the awkward silence.

“Oh, of course I’m not asking you to help me for free. I’ll definitely pay you something in return.”

Still, there was no response, so I opened my mouth again.

Naturally, I have no intention of paying a price.

Anyway, everyone gathered here is my tools. Even if I don’t ask for permission, if I ask them separately later, they will help me.

However, it only helps each individual.

It is difficult to create synergy.

There, an election doesn’t end simply with a candidate running.

It was necessary to draw pictures, tell stories, and create something like an election support group for this kind of show.

“So please…”

“I’ll help you.”

As I was about to bow my head again, I heard a voice in my ear.

It was Xiaomei’s voice.

“But not in order to receive payment. If it’s Gaga’s, well, senior’s work, it’s the same as my work.”

She stood up, pulled my hand towards her, and winked with a slightly red face.

“I don’t like the idea that the reason I’m running for student council president is because of a sense of responsibility or guilt. Like my senior said, if the student council, which has so much power, had tried a little harder, if they had worked a little harder, the damage might have been reduced, and this might not have happened. Yes, that’s what it is.”

Then, perhaps embarrassed, he added a lengthy explanation.

“I don’t expect anything in return either. If it’s a request from Seong-hyeon or a member, then as the head of the department, I can’t just ignore it.”

Then Akari grabbed my hand, slightly pushing away Xiaomei’s hand that was holding mine.

“…”

“why?”

Xiaomei looked at Akari without saying anything, and Akari smiled as if she didn’t know what was going on.

Then Xiaomei reached out and pushed Akari’s hand away.

“…”

“Why are you like that, senior?”

The situation was reversed again, and Xiaomei smiled as if she had no idea.

“Are you really sure you won’t get stabbed in the stomach?”

Anten whispered quietly.

Anyway, the two of them repeated that series of actions.

But it didn’t last long.

“Xiao, senior?”

“”ah.””

As soon as she realized that I was there, Akari put her hand on the spot where Xiaomei had put her hand and hugged it.

It was similar to the action in youth comics where people put their hands together before shouting something like “fighting”.

“I, I don’t need anything in return. I don’t know if it will help or not, but if Seonghyeon wants it.”

“I don’t need to receive anything in return. I’ve only received help so far.”

Anyway, the situation has come to an end, and it was all accepted as a positive sign.

Han Yu-ri, Yeon Eun-ryeong, and others raised their hands one after another.

“There is no price required…”

Marie blushed and refused, as if embarrassed about putting her hands together.

“Father, I can’t break the mood.”

He looked at my face once.

He immediately raised his hand as if he had no choice.

The only ones left are Anten and Olivia.

Anten is.

“I need a price… but anyway, no matter how I look at it, it doesn’t seem like it’s time for me to get involved. No, it’s too scary, so can’t I get involved?”

He tried to refuse by saying that, but when he saw Akari and the others who had raised their hands glaring at him, he closed his eyes and raised his hands.

“…”

Olivia looked at everyone’s folded hands and wiggled their fingers, which seemed to indicate that she wanted to join in, but she hesitated with her head down.

I thought it might be because he judged that his involvement would have a negative impact on the election.

‘It’s not a wrong judgment.’

Since the Academy Fall Martial Arts Festival, Olivia’s reputation within the Academy has improved and she has gained sympathy, but it’s not perfect yet.

The Chinese 17th Federation, which has a considerable number of cadets aside from the Koreans, looks at Olivia with disfavor, so I can’t guarantee that if the rumor spreads that Olivia is helping me with my election, it won’t have a negative impact.

So the other candidates would definitely turn down Olivia’s offer of help even if she offered it for free.

But I wasn’t.

Rather, that reputation was a tactic.

Anything negative can be turned into a plus.

‘For example, if a cadet from the 17th Federation of China is attacked, it will be helpful to us.’

It was Olivia who could get the sympathy votes and the anti-war votes.

There are many other numbers available as well.

“Olivia.”

So there was no reason to miss it.

I gave Olivia a look that said it was okay.

Of course, that action conflicted with what I said earlier, which I hope you’ve considered at least once.

‘Because the atmosphere has become like this.’

There is an excuse that it was to fit the mood, but it did not deviate from the character of the play.

“…but.”

“I need your help.”

“saint.”

“So, won’t you help me?”

Hesitating.

There was a trembling of the eyes, a trembling of the hands, a trembling of the mouth.

How much time has passed?

Olivia’s hand went all the way up.

“Can I help…?”

“of course.”

It can be done or not.

He smiled at Olivia, who was still feeling uneasy.

Then he looked at everyone who raised their hands.

Everyone looked at me and smiled in various ways.

“Thank you all so much. I will really work hard…”

“Aside from that annoying thing, if a team like this is formed, then it should be done, right?”

As I was trying to end the situation with a few words of gratitude, Anten raised one corner of his mouth as if he had a funny thought.

“that?”

“There’s only one. Everyone is shouting because I’m counting to 3. Fighting to the Lee Seong-hyeon election support team!”

“…let’s not do that.”

Even so, it was a little like that.

“Hoo hoo hoo, that can’t be. I’ll go right away. One, two, three!!!”

“”Lee Seong-hyeon’s election support team, fighting!!!””

I really did it.

From now on, I think I should leave out Anten.

By the way, even though I fought hard, the schedule didn’t end there.

This was just the starting line.

The real schedule comes after that.

It wasn’t that late to declare my candidacy for student body president or to form a support group from the day the election date was announced.

The Laplace Academy Student Council President position was something that some people had been eyeing since last year, or rather, since the previous student council president was elected, so it was definitely a late move.

‘It’s not like I was just playing around though.’

Last year, I had so much to do that I could barely do anything other than building awareness, reputation, and analyzing information about the candidates.

Of course, based on those, the opposing candidate could have simply been eliminated through fabrication and instigation.

‘The picture of the fisherman is not good, and for now, I want to go in an upright manner.’

And suspicion could not be ruled out.

Even if you make a slight mistake, it will be distorted in a yard that has no eyes or ears.

Anyway, for various reasons, we started a meeting to formulate a plan.

“I don’t think the student council president will show up.”

“But it’s not like it’s impossible.”

“More than that, Tachibana Riena, Xiaolong, etc…”

First, we analyzed the people who were likely to run as candidates, put our heads together, and came up with a fair plan.

“The poster pose and color scheme are, as expected…”

“The slogan is Safe Academy. How about doing this with our own hands?”

“This place and this place seem like good places to campaign, because there’s a lot more traffic than the plaza.”

The next thing we did was discuss the location of the campaign trail, the concept, and the direction of the voter appeal.

But aren’t elections often likened to a marathon?

If you use up too much strength from the first day, it will be difficult to finish the race.

After dinner, we held another meeting for about an hour to set the framework and then decided on the time and place for the next meeting and dismissed everyone.

“I’ll help you finish it too.”

“Senior, I will help you too.”

“Seonghyun, me too!!”

In the meantime, I said I would stay a little longer to finish things up, so everyone except Anten, who had come today with the same mistake, tried their best to stay by my side for their own reasons.

“Because it’s really okay.”

I stubbornly refused and forcibly sent them back.

The shared office space that no one is left in now.

I picked up my phone and sent a text message.

Then the sound of the elevator moving was heard, then stopped, and the door opened, followed by the sound of quiet footsteps.

Seeing him come so quickly, it seemed like he was just pretending to go back even though I had forced him to go back.

‘The other kids probably just pretended to go back.’

It wasn’t a guess, it was a conviction.

‘I guess it’s good.’

It wasn’t something to worry about right now.

There’s only one person you need to worry about right now.

“You told me to go back, so what’s going on? You suddenly want to see me alone?”

All that was there was Marie Lindbergh, her clothes slightly disheveled, breathing lightly, her face flushed.