〈 Chapter 221 〉 It was time.
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Second semester at the Academy.
There’s a festival, but there’s another important event.
An event that every person at the Academy participates in.
That’s right.
The Student Council President election.
At first glance, it might seem just a placeholder to fill out a resume, but in reality, it’s a bit different.
It’s a position of immense power within the Academy, albeit limited to one year.
Especially when it comes to budget matters.
Additionally, it can influence other departments to some extent.
You might wonder why a mere Student Council President wields such great power, but that’s the Academy policy.
Stand above everyone and enjoy power.
Those who can’t must cling to their superiors.
With its motto centered around trampling others, you could say it’s quite a South Korean Academy.
Anyway, I, too, have applied for the Student Council President position.
So ideally, I should’ve been putting up posters at the start of the semester, but…
“What on earth were you thinking, not putting them up until the day before the candidate speeches?!”
“From the start, someone was squeezing me like crazy, so I completely forgot about the posters.”
“……Sorry.”
“Let’s just hurry and make them! We’ll take a rough photo!”
“You should hurry up and change into your Academy conqueror outfit.”
Due to some unforeseen incident, I just couldn’t think at all.
Regardless, we hastily made some posters.
Of course, there were no pledges or slogans, just my name and photo on the poster.
[Wow, there’s too much empty space. How about adding a background?］
‘Should I put a dope Bono Bono on an RGB background?’
[……Looking again, the current poster doesn’t seem bad.］
And now.
We were going around the Academy bulletin boards to put up the posters.
In the meantime, Hyeji and Elcia were doing unwarranted favors for me.
“Shinwoo has to work at night, so hurry up, you little guys.”
“That’s right! Husband/Master, you don’t need to exert yourself now! Just leave everything to me!”
“…Every time I see those slaves, it feels like the identity of my succubus is gradually fading.”
“So we just stick it up here, right?”
It’s really touching.
But I can’t let just the heroines do all the work.
Even though I said I’d do it since it’s my responsibility.
“……Can’t I just stick it up myself and take the day off?”
“Shut up. Of course, you have to do it at night too.”
“Whenever my husband takes a break, the coin graph gets hurt! Absolutely not allowed!”
“F*ck.”
It was neatly rejected.
It’s a problem when the care from my girlfriend is too excessive.
And there was one more issue.
That was there wasn’t enough space.
Since I was so late doing this, other posters had taken up all the spots, making it hard to find a place to stick mine.
But thinking a little differently, it wasn’t a big deal after all.
Because all I had to do was tear a little bit of others’ posters to make space.
[What do you mean a ‘little’? You tore everything except the edges!!!］
‘Well, at least I left some edges.’
Then, Caressy yelled in shock.
“Why are you tearing other people’s posters? That’s a violation of election law! This is a big problem!”
“Don’t worry. I’ll just say Elcia did it if things go south.”
“Why me?”
“…There are many things to criticize, but why Elcia in particular?”
Elcia and Caressy tilted their heads at the same time.
To both of their puzzled expressions, I calmly replied.
“If Elcia tears it, we can claim that a beast damaged the poster as an excuse.”
“I didn’t know that was a possibility! It’s more convincing than a beast tearing it!”
“You are really going to die later, Husband/Master.”
“F*ck.”
Anyway, there were plenty of places to go around, but since there were many of us, it didn’t take too long.
Caressy finished by putting up the poster at the last bulletin board.
At that moment, Hyeji spoke to me.
“Shinwoo, what do you plan to do if you become Student Council President?”
“Husband/Master! Let’s buy snacks and coins with our budget!”
“If you become Student Council President, can I ask for some promotion help?”
“……At least buy something that helps recover stamina with the budget. We can’t let Shinwoo really die like this.”
“I do have something in mind.”
There’s definitely something I’ve thought of.
Something absolutely useful.
All for the sake of destruction.
[Is there really a connection to this?］
‘Of course.’
But that can only be purchased if I get elected.
So my top priority is winning the Student Council President election.
Hyeji stretched and opened her mouth.
“So, Shinwoo, is there anything else you need to do?”
“Wait a minute. Let me check if it’s updated properly.”
I turned on my mobile phone and logged into the Academy app.
As it was the campaigning period, I immediately saw the banner for the Student Council President candidates upon entry.
Naturally, since I’m a candidate too, my name was up there.
When I clicked on my photo, my profile began to unfold in detail.
Grade. Ranking. Achievements. And so on.
[It’s definitely updated correctly.］
‘…Why is the title of “the god of Ada” still there?’
[……Just contact customer service. By the way, Nopia is known for being responsive even at night.］
Aside from that, it seemed like there weren’t any major issues.
Scrolling down, at the very bottom, I saw that other users could leave comments about me.
It was the same for other candidates too.
And the comments varied greatly.
From simple one-liners to detailed comments with videos.
It was like a review system for the candidates.
Of course, the authors of the posts were anonymized.
While it’s supposed to ensure fairness to avoid retaliation, in reality, it’s hiding behind anonymity to engage in goroshi.
And this behavior is not just limited to students.
As mentioned before, since they can influence other departments, they were quite proactive.
Promoting candidates that benefit their department.
Inflating the flaws of other candidates to the max.
Sneakily back-advertising.
For reasons unknown, sometimes even fishing with hate memes.
Thanks to that, I could see my comments updating in real-time, mostly on the negative side.
[Disgusting. Humans are just too disgusting.］
‘This is still mild, right? At least we’re not killing each other here.’
[……But isn’t documenting the black history of middle and high school just as bad as killing?］
‘I even have ceiling records documented, f*ck.’
Of course, I was also receiving quite a bit of negative feedback.
– Animal Park: That fcking bastard got the back mountain banned. What a piece of sht.
– Research Student Minimum Wage Opposition: I’m not a professor, but because of Kim Shinwoo, I might not be able to submit my thesis at the Academy.
– Customer Service: If a lawsuit notice comes soon, think of it as ‘here comes the storm’.
[Do you think that’s where the customer service is?］
‘There’s way too many. Disney, Hasbro, Netflix, Nopia. What else is there?’
[You might hear from the Namgung Clan. Since you mentioned “Pogung Clan”, the lawsuit vibes are already sharp.］
‘F*ck.’
But.
“Surprisingly, the public opinion about you isn’t that bad, Husband/Master?”
“I guess it’s because I’ve lived a good life.”
“Definitely, you’ve been a lot kinder recently.”
“Shinwoo, living too kindly can backfire. You need to be a little selfish.”
“……What color is your blood, exactly?”
Not all the feedback was negative.
Mainly from the research students I saved.
And the faculty members from other departments I sought help from.
Those who were suspected of being these users kept leaving positive comments.
– Good Professor is a Dead Professor: I’m not a research student, but I think President Shinwoo does a good job. Especially with professors.
– The Academy with a Fcked-up Mother: Honestly, I’m quite pleased that President* Shinwoo is taking care of this business.
– Human Park: Those who are going nuts here are animal enthusiasts. If you’re so daring, prove it by doing it to a human.
– Shortened to Kill: This fcking bastard, why didn’t you bring tteokbokki*? Really want to die?
[Did you not bring them tteokbokki?］
‘Ah, f*ck. I forgot.’
I hurriedly borrowed money from Hyeji and sent a gift coupon for tteokbokki to the Boss.
Finally seeing the post the Boss made disappear, I let out a sigh of relief.
Anyway, there didn’t seem to be any major problems.
In fact, I felt like my evaluations had quite improved due to recent achievements.
Just then, Ayeon came up to me.
“Husband/Master, what do you plan to do now?”
“Now I need to prepare my speech. It’s tomorrow, f*ck.”
“If that’s the case, leave it to me. I’ll write the speech by tomorrow morning.”
[Why is Ayeon behaving like this all of a sudden?］
‘Is she sick?’
Suddenly, Ayeon offered to write the speech.
I was worried she might be unwell.
“Are you okay? Are you sick? Do you want to go to the hospital?”
“No, f*ck, that’s not it! The sick one is your head!”
[That’s entirely true! Give Ayeon some affection points!］
‘It’s true, but that’s what you’re saying, f*ck.’
That wasn’t it at all.
Wondering why I asked Ayeon, she replied.
“Then why? It’s my job, so I should do it.”
“If you do it, I feel like more than half will be nonsense. No matter how much you’re my partner, I can’t just let that slide.”
“……That’s not an incorrect statement, which makes it even more infuriating.”
An extremely valid point came back.
A perfectly correct statement.
Anyway, I was touched that Ayeon was so considerate, so I patted her head.
“You’ll be up all night, are you sure you’re okay?”
“If it’s for my partner, it’s something I must do.”
“Okay. Thanks, Ayeon.”
“Then I’ll take my leave! See you tomorrow!”
With that, we disbanded.
And.
On the day of the candidate speeches.
The moment I stood in front of the speech stand.
“What the hell, are you out of your mind? What in the world are you doing!!!!”
“……Motherfcker, fck.”
The speech that Ayeon worked hard on all night flew far away.
Not something I could ever catch.
Soaring higher and higher.
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