I, the villainous female lead, wear many hats

Chapter 55 Not worthy of the status of vice president

Jiang Chacha's nail art is exquisite and slender, and the color is ruby ​​red. Even though she is young, the advantages of her facial features can still suppress this color.

Good-looking is good-looking, but Jiang Chacha can't wait to grab it now.

It's really... It's too inconvenient to move around.

The simple action of pinching a cotton swab and dipping it in alcohol took 2 minutes.

After successfully dipping it, Jiang Chacha breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheng Hao didn't make any mental preparations, her curled eyelashes drooped, and then that stunning face that could make people hypoxic came over.

He squeezed his hands tightly and endured it.

She lightly touched the scratch on the corner of his mouth with a cotton swab, and it stings a little when the alcohol disinfects it.

After disinfecting the corners of his mouth, when Jiang Chacha wanted to continue disinfecting his other wounds, he stood up quickly without saying hello, and rushed out the door.

Ginger Chacha was left standing there with a blank face.

Walking out of the air-conditioned infirmary, as soon as he stepped outside, a layer of scalding heat wave hit his face. The irritability in Cheng Hao's heart became even stronger. His heart seemed to be covered by a plastic bag, which was a little impenetrable. gas.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help it, so she had no choice but to pack up the used cotton swabs and throw them in the trash can. She turned around and thanked the sleepy yawning school doctor in the corner, and then walked out of the school doctor's room.

She glanced at the ground that was about to be scorched by the sun, and she had already felt the scorching temperature before she stepped into the sun.

Jiang Chacha glanced at it, then silently opened the umbrella in her hand.

This umbrella was borrowed from a passing stranger half an hour ago because she thought the sun was too high and didn't want to go to the infirmary.

At that time, a young man who was as slender as porcelain was sitting under the tree without bones, his cheeks were propped up, his eyelids were drooping, and he could not sit up straight as if he had no bones, as if he had no strength at all.

He looked at the venomous sun, and stretched out his hand to let her see the sunburned area on his arm. The noble boy's skin was cold, white and delicate, and now the red mark appeared on it, as if it appeared on a work of art. intolerable blemishes.

Jiang Chacha was really worried about him, but after seeing him like this, no matter how strong and optimistic she was, she still felt a little powerless in her heart.

She managed to find a passerby to borrow an umbrella. She opened the umbrella and held it on top of his head. She was careful and couldn't help leaning towards him. Half of her body was exposed to the sun outside, and her sweat dripped trickle down.

She swears that she really has never seen anyone more delicate than him.

In the end, she didn't know how long she stood. The young man leaning against the tree finally opened his eyes, gave her a look, and then stood up slowly.

It was as if she was begging him to accompany her to the infirmary.

Thinking back to the present, Jiang Chacha let out a depressed breath when she looked up at the pink-blue umbrella above her head.

At school, as the vice president, Jiang Chacha inevitably had to go to the student union.

She really didn't want to see that sanctimonious man.

If it wasn't for the lingering sense of responsibility in her heart, Jiang Chacha really wanted to be the shopkeeper shamelessly like the original owner.

But no, and the system still insists on letting her stay as the vice president of the next student union...

Jiang Chacha found it almost impossible to stay in office.

Her authority and the favor of passers-by have been corrupted by the original owner.

But if she does not try her best to stay in office, she will not know what terrible punishment is waiting.

Jiang Chacha was walking on the road, counting down the time for the election of the next president. It was already the next semester, and it was still several months away.

Months... what can she do?

Ginger Chacha doesn't know either.

When the school bell rang as usual, Jiang Chacha packed her schoolbag with a calm face as always.

It has been more than ten days since I passed through, and people are creatures with strong adaptability.In a short period of time, she has adapted to life here.

An Liuli specially ran over from the next class to ask her if she wanted to go out and play on a yacht.

Jiang Chacha declined.

She died laughing, she still has so many things to do at work, how dare she relax.

Besides, going on a yacht to hold a party will definitely cost money, so don’t go!

When Jiang Chacha came to the student office building and walked into her own office, she saw the figure of the president, Wen Huaizhi, appearing there unshakably.

The man held a pen in one hand, his eyelids drooped slightly, and his appearance was gentle and refined. The gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his fine nose reflected the coldness of texture.

Jiang Chacha, who had just been sitting across from him, glanced at him silently, then lowered her head and began to take things out of her bag.

She was silent the whole time, and didn't want to have a word with him at all.

Unexpectedly, Wen Huaizhi slowly put down the pen, looked at her with peach eyes full of smiles, and took the initiative to say hello: "Vice President, good afternoon."

Jiang Chacha's back stiffened.

Even after several days had passed, she could still clearly recall what he had done that evening, as well as the wicked and arrogant soul under his perfect skin.

Jiang Chacha knew that when he greeted her, it was just a daily ritual for him as a gentleman.

She turned a deaf ear and pretended not to hear.

Wen Huaizhi was not surprised, his gentle gaze stayed on her for a moment, then continued to bow his head, and went back to busy with his own affairs.

The president's office was eerily quiet afterwards.

It is so quiet that there are only the sound of two people clicking the mouse and typing on the keyboard, otherwise it is white noise of flipping through files.

Everyone who entered and exited the president's office felt an invisible oppressive atmosphere. They were all on high alert and dared not make too much noise when walking.

Jiang Chacha was completely immersed in her own world, her manicure was crackling on the pink keyboard, completely forgetting that there was a living person on the opposite side.

After typing the last word, she was in a good mood, squinting her eyes and stretching.

Before he could stretch his arms, he met his long eyes that looked like peach blossoms.

Jiang Chacha's mood just woke up, as if a little flame hadn't been ignited before it was extinguished by a basin of cold water.

She lowered her arms, and the corners of her raised mouth gradually drooped.

Wen Huaizhi said regretfully, "What's wrong with the vice president today? Why doesn't he want to see me so much? If there is any misunderstanding, we can communicate face to face and resolve it."

Just looking at his words, there is indeed a little sincerity.

But when Jiang Chacha looked into his eyes, the smile inside only existed on the shallowest surface.

"No need." She didn't show any good face, and refused indifferently.

Then she treated him like air, got up, packed her things in half a minute, and left.

It's just that her recent trips have become more and more dangerous.

More and more fans of the original owner turned to blacks, she is now like a street mouse, she has to wear a hat wherever she goes, and is fully armed, lest others find her and lose herself.

Jiang Chacha still cherishes her little life.

She has walked the path for a long time, and there is a winding path behind the student union office, leading to the school gate.This road is very remote, and sometimes Jiang Chacha walks alone after get off work, and most of the time it is already six or seven o'clock, and when I am walking, the lamps on the side of the road are not turned on.

She was scared at first, but she's used to it now.

But Jiang Chacha didn't expect to be so unlucky today.

At this time, not far from her, a few trees away, a group of people were holding a protest meeting.

The voice came through clearly, and she heard every word.

For the first time, Jiang Chacha regretted that her hearing was so sharp.

"Jiang Chacha, the mouse, has been hiding in XZ for the past few days, don't let us catch it! Damn it, she pretended to be a little white rabbit and lied to me for so long." The voice of the male voice was as angry as if Jiang Chacha had been green before. He does.

She swallowed, and stopped.

"How can the Goddess of Chacha be like this? Last time, it was obviously the flowers that our fan club gave her together. It was all our hearts..." A girl's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally she couldn't help sobbing softly.

Some people hated the iron and said: "You are stupid! You still like her, don't you?! You should wake up! Don't you know what kind of person she is now?!"

"Laugh, we like her so much, but people don't take us seriously at all."

"Thanks to the fact that I licked her so much before, I also collected so many posters of her..."

"Damn it, the more I think about it, the more I get annoyed, but it's fun for her to play with us, isn't it, I want to lose my fan!"

……

Good guy, she's about to slam her right into the mouth.

She couldn't help taking a few steps back.

Soon, he bumped into something solid from behind, with human body heat still on his body.

He wears a men's fragrance that someone in the office often wears.

Jiang Chacha turned her head indifferently, and as expected, she saw Wen Huaizhi tucked into the pocket of her suit trousers, looking down at her with a smile on her face.

His signature gentle smile is fatal to many girls.

But now ginger tea is immune.

Or rather, resentment.

She glanced at him, unwilling to say a word to him, she was afraid that people not far away would see her, so she quickly got into the grass closest to her.

Holding the branches and leaves with both hands, she poked out half of her head furtively, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.

Feeling a strange touch in her palm, Jiang Chacha looked down, and found that she had touched a spider web, and the spider silk was entangled with her fingers. She frowned, rubbed her hands carefully, and took a while to get rid of the disgusting touch. Get rid of it.

what came to mind.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help turning her head, and saw the night slowly falling, the sky seemed to still have the last residual heat of the sun, the temperature in the air was still unbearable, the sky had turned into a charming and mysterious deep purple, like the color of violets.

And the man in the gold-rimmed glasses was still standing gracefully not far away, like a fox waiting for its prey, smiling hypocritically.

No need to think about why Wen Huaizhi appeared here.

There is only one reason - to see her jokes.

In this world, the happiest thing is to see the person you hate the most get embarrassed.

She restrained her unhappiness, lowered her voice, and even showed a very polite smile, "If the president is fine, can you leave?"

Wen Huaizhi's eyes wrinkled again with a smile, and he said softly, "I'm worried that the vice president is here alone."

hehe.Jiang Chacha sneered.

She believed 100% that if she really encountered any danger later, Wen Huaizhi would definitely run faster than anyone else.

Since he wants to act, then she will act with him.

She smiled against her will, and winked at him coquettishly, "Thank you, Chairman, for your concern."

Seeing her like this, Wen Huaizhi's smile remained unchanged.

Jiang Chacha gritted her teeth with hatred, just wait, until she finds a chance to tear the skin of this gentle scum!

There was no time to talk to him, so she pushed aside the leaves, and saw a leader-like boy from the support club, with thick bangs and glasses as thick as the glass at the bottom of a beer bottle.

I saw the boy seriously walking in front of the crowd, coughing, "Everyone, listen to me, the matter of the vice president—"

Jiang Chacha was so nervous that her toes were about to cramp.

He should be the leader who organized this protest meeting. Will he arrange actual actions against her later?After all, the original owner has done so many excessive things, if it were her, the anger would rush to her head, let alone her sense of reason.

Jiang Chacha bit her finger when she heard that.

She thought, she's done.

Suddenly, she heard soft footsteps behind her, and saw that Wen Huaizhi didn't care about those people at all, and didn't think there was anything wrong with her eavesdropping, and was walking towards her blatantly.

Jiang Chacha was so anxious that she forgot the grievances between the two of them, and made a silent gesture to him.

But Wen Huaizhi didn't seem to hear, he continued to lift his long legs gracefully and calmly, and walked to Jiang Chacha's side.

He squatted down carelessly, came to her ear, and said softly: "Vice President, are you okay?"

Jiang Chacha was so angry that she wanted to beat him to death.

After Wen Huaizhi finished speaking, he watched Jiang Chacha's every move under his eyelids, his eyes dimmed and darkened, and finally his thin lips curled slightly.

When he was about to say something, something unexpected happened.

The angry girl in front of him suddenly approached, stretched out her hand to cover his mouth with revenge, his dry lips suddenly touched the girl's soft palm.

She glared at him viciously, but the round almond eyes made people feel no trace of viciousness.

Wen Huaizhi's fingers suddenly contracted.

At this moment, the boy who was protesting not far away suddenly spoke again.

"The matter of the vice president...is not her fault," the boy said in a solemn voice, dragging the end of his voice, "it's our fault!!"

What? !Not her fault? ?
The matter took a 180-degree turn, causing Jiang Chacha to blink in confusion.

Even Wen Huaizhi didn't expect that the eyes that usually held a gentle smile suddenly sank, and he locked his brows tightly.

The development direction of all things deviated from his expectation, he became irritable, every skin in his body seemed to be clamoring for discomfort.

Under the watchful eyes of the two, the boy suddenly raised his fist, and he said sternly and excitedly: "As fans of the vice president, how can we casually buy flowers for the vice president at the small shop on the roadside of the school?" What?! That flower is definitely not fresh, and the variety is not good! It is not worthy of the status of the vice president at all! Moreover, we sent too few roses, we should have 99, no, 999! This is worthy Let's go to our beautiful and charming vice president!"

The boy's heartfelt words are so touching that they can break the heart.

"How could the vice president be wrong?! We are the ones who are wrong!"

Wen Huaizhi: ...

Is he crazy or is the world crazy?

(End of this chapter)