Li Zhaozhao and the Club

Flame City International Private School

Although the aristocratic system had been abolished, the school remained exclusively for the wealthy and prestigious families.

In this school filled with power and ambition, everyone had their own goals and ideals.

Each student was considered exceptional and untouchable in the outside world.

However, within this school, there was one person who commanded these talented individuals.

She was the Student Council President — Li Zhao.

Few people at school had seen her true face beneath the mask, but everything she did was earth-shattering and attention-grabbing. Her capabilities in every aspect made her the object of admiration and worship among both teachers and students.

At the Student Council entrance:

"Good morning, President!"

"Good morning, President!"

Students passing by bowed and greeted the president, with one female student's face turning red with excitement.

It was evident how much this girl admired the president.

"Good morning, President!"

The greetings echoed through the sky, resonating throughout the academy and causing quite a commotion.

The woman addressed as president merely nodded in acknowledgment without speaking.

In the hearts of many female students, the president's position was like a sacred title. Every time they saw the president's nod, their hearts would surge with intense joy.

"We actually met the president today..."

"This is wonderful."

"Just looking at her gives me a sense of divinity."

Students gazed at the president with admiring eyes, as if trying to bore holes through her with their stares.

At this moment, a man holding forms approached. He wore a student uniform and appeared refined, giving off an elegant impression.

He clearly had excellent manners.

"Hello, senior, may I ask who in the Student Council should I submit this club application form to?" Su Cheng asked a female student at the Student Council entrance.

His tone was measured, displaying good etiquette.

Hearing Su Cheng's voice, the female student raised her head, and upon seeing him, smiled: "Hello, junior. You can submit the club application to the Student Council Secretary."

"Thank you, senior. I'll head in now."

Su Cheng nodded in gratitude and turned toward the Student Council entrance.

To be honest, his feelings were quite complicated, as he had just heard the chorus of "Good morning, President," which meant that woman was inside the Student Council room.

"Knock knock knock~"

Su Cheng knocked on the Student Council office door.

Soon, a man's voice came from inside: "Come in."

He pushed open the door.

This was his second time visiting the Student Council. Before entering, he deliberately observed his surroundings and noticed that all Student Council members seemed very busy, each focused on their work without even lifting their heads.

Last time he came, everyone had been quite relaxed, even leisurely drinking tea and chatting.

But today, although everyone was present, it felt very quiet, like still water.

Su Cheng naturally knew why – at a large desk sat a young woman wearing a silver-white mask, emanating an aura both divine and commanding.

She was currently sitting in the central office chair, reviewing documents in her hands.

After Su Cheng entered, she didn't stop her work and continued reviewing the materials.

Just with her head lowered, Su Cheng felt a wave of pressure attacking him, making his breathing quicken.

With someone like her in charge, who would dare slack off?

If she were a capitalist, she'd definitely hire several people like her to increase production line efficiency.

Su Cheng cleared his throat softly, standing at the doorway, deliberately lowering his voice: "I'm here to submit a club application."

He didn't want the president to recognize his voice.

Indeed, the president didn't respond, remaining focused on her work.

Su Cheng breathed a sigh of relief.

But the next second he tensed up again as a girl sitting at a computer lifted her head, smiling, her voice as pleasant as silver bells: "Student Su Cheng, you can give the forms to me."

In that instant, he felt a gaze lock onto him, never leaving his body, making his skin break out in goosebumps.

He couldn't help but swallow, slightly raising his head to look at the figure in the center, only to see that young woman watching him.

Because of the mask, he could only feel those eyes seemed to have the power to see through all evil.

Her gaze was calm, without a trace of emotion.

Su Cheng's back unconsciously straightened as he nodded to her, speaking neither humbly nor proudly: "Good morning, President."

Just pretend not to know her, and nothing would happen.

At this moment, the young woman nodded, slowly moving her gaze from his face, pausing briefly when scanning the documents in Su Cheng's hands, before lowering her head back to her materials.

Su Cheng's heartbeat finally began to calm down.

He didn't know how to describe his current feelings.

This woman used to be very cute and easy-going, but now she had changed so dramatically.

It was like night and day!

"I'll take that, um, Archery Club, and it has President Ji's signature."

The Student Council Secretary took the club application form and paused before saying: "I'll register it and sign it, please wait a moment."

"Alright, thank you, senior."

"You're welcome."

The Student Council Secretary put the form aside and started operating the computer, and just as she picked up her pen to write.

"Leave the signature and seal to me."

Suddenly, a cold and unquestionable voice rang out, making all Student Council members shudder, their eyes widening as they slightly raised their heads with incredulous expressions.

"As expected of the president, even her voice can change."

Su Cheng was also stunned, secretly marveling.

Previously, her voice had been sweet and soft, but now it had become an emotionless, cold, and authoritative female voice.

At this moment, all Student Council members looked at Su Cheng, their eyes filled with shock.

They couldn't understand why the president would personally stamp and sign such a minor matter.

"Yes, President."

The Student Council Secretary stood up abruptly.

She hadn't expected that this new student's club application form would receive the Student Council President's personal signature.

The significance of this was immense.

The president took the form from the Student Council Secretary's hand, wrote her name in the bottom right corner, then placed the pen in the pen holder, and finally took out her personal seal from among several seals and stamped it.

The movements were fluid and perfect.

However, this scene left the nearby Student Council Secretary stunned.

She hadn't used the Student Council seal, but rather her personal seal.

What did this mean?

It meant the president had personally acknowledged this person.

Thinking of this, she raised her head to look at Su Cheng, finding him looking completely bewildered, apparently unaware of how valuable this signature was.

Did Su Cheng know the president?

This thought arose in their minds.

"Give it to him."

The Student Council President's voice came again.

The secretary and Su Cheng finally came back to their senses.

Those deep, dark eyes were still watching Su Cheng, as if trying to see through him, but he showed no expression, only saying: "Thank you, President!"

"Student Su Cheng, here you go."

The Student Council Secretary handed the form to Su Cheng.

"Alright, thank you, I'll take my leave."

Su Cheng took the club application form, instinctively looking toward the Student Council President, only to find she had already resumed handling her work, not sparing him a glance.

Su Cheng shook his head slightly and left with the form.

When Su Cheng walked out of the Student Council, he looked down at the form in his hand, seeing it now had a seal and signature.

Ji Qingyi and Li Zhao.

Why didn't she sign as Li Zhao Zhao?

Was it because it was too cute?

I don't believe it!

Su Cheng looked at the powerful, flowing handwriting and couldn't help but joke internally.

Neither of these young women's signatures looked like they belonged to students.

Especially Ji Qingyi's – the entire signature exuded coldness, yet carried a touch of feminine grace.

As for Li Zhao's, it was grand and imposing, as if signing something of utmost importance, showing no trace of girlishness at all.

These were two extreme personalities.

Yin and yang.

The two signatures clearly had a sense of being like fire and water – completely incompatible.

Su Cheng snapped out of his thoughts and walked towards the club building. As soon as he approached, he noticed how unusually lively it was.

The corridors on both sides were filled with chairs, and long rectangular tables were covered with various items. Signs displaying club names and information stood next to each table.

Ah, it's club recruitment time, looking for new blood.

"Hey cutie, want to join the Judo Club? We guarantee no one will dare bully you anymore!"

As Su Cheng approached, an adorable girl with shoulder-length hair immediately stood up and waved at him. She had a very energetic and lively personality.

Su Cheng paused for a moment, then shook his head slightly at the girl: "No thanks, I already study under Master Ma's Hybrid Tai Chi."

"?"

The girl froze, clearly not understanding what Su Cheng meant.

"Junior, would you like to join the Walking Club? It's a very healthy club for both body and mind!"

After walking a few more steps, he was stopped by a male student: "Junior, why not join the Walking Club? We're quite impressive!"

"I already have a club."

Su Cheng refused again and strode straight toward the club building entrance.

Though internally, he cringed at the repetitive wording.

"Hey junior, I see you have remarkable potential. Would you like to join the Push-the-Club-Building Club?"

Su Cheng was stunned.

Push-the-Club-Building Club?

A look of bewilderment crossed his face.

His brows furrowed in deep confusion as he glanced behind the senior student.

Sure enough, there were actually a few foolish seniors and peers pushing against the club building.

They were really putting their backs into it too.

Red-faced and necks straining.

But he really couldn't comprehend it.

As a carbon-based life form, he still had some sense of shame.

This kind of activity was too avant-garde for him.

Probably only people with an IQ below 3 could get into it.

"All our club members embody the spirit of the Foolish Old Man who moved mountains - fearless of difficulties, working together tirelessly, pushing non-stop. We believe that one day we will succeed in pushing down the club building!"

The student proclaimed righteously, face full of inspiration.

"Uh... Senior, I'm not very strong, I'm afraid..."

Su Cheng scratched his head awkwardly and said with a smile.

"This isn't about strength! It's about spirit. Our club focuses on wisdom and spiritual fortitude!"

Wisdom?

Do you even hear what you're saying?

Did the club building offend your club somehow? Why are you so determined to push it?

Hearing this, Su Cheng's temple twitched, his mind full of sarcastic comments. He lifted his feet and ran, desperately needing to find a quiet place to process the club information he'd just received.

"Phew~"

Once inside the club building, he immediately felt the air become fresher.

He headed toward the Archery Club on the third floor to submit his membership application before going to the dojo.

He picked up a club student handbook from nearby, which contained detailed information about all the clubs.

As he walked while reading, he noticed the first-floor hall was already crowded with people.

These were all new students coming to join clubs, along with some onlookers and even school staff.

He glanced briefly, then put away the handbook and walked toward the stairs, hearing noisy voices from the E-sports Club along the way.

"You're such a pig and you won't even admit it. Look at how you messed up this round!"

Wang Guancong's voice.

"I lagged just then, otherwise it wouldn't have been like this."

Chai Hao's voice, sounding rather frustrated.

"Stop making excuses, honestly you're just playing terribly!"

Gao Ye's voice.

"OK, you're forcing me to get serious now. I'm done talking, let's go another round if you dare!"

"..."

Su Cheng quietly quickened his pace upon hearing this and headed for the stairs, making straight for the third floor. But just as he reached the second floor, a deep, raspy voice suddenly rang out.

"Transgressive Admirer!"

What's with this 'Transgressive Admirer'?!

Aren't we past high school already?!

Can we not be so cringe?!

Su Cheng's steps suddenly froze at these words, and he instinctively turned toward the source of the voice.

Hmm... a black Bluetooth speaker.

"Su Cheng, we've been waiting for you. We need you."

The voice from the music player slowly continued, leaving Su Cheng completely baffled.

"This world needs heroes, and you are the hero we have chosen."

Su Cheng: "......"

"Are there surveillance cameras?"

Su Cheng looked around but didn't see any.

"Please come to Room 201, I'm waiting for you here."

"Fine, I'll check it out."

Su Cheng sighed in relief, feeling it would be inappropriate not to go after they'd gone to such lengths.

Su Cheng looked up at the club name: 'Hero Club'.

Don't they feel embarrassed about such a name?

He'd graduated from his cringe phase long ago!

Then he pushed open the door and walked in.

He found three people inside, or rather, two people in mascot costumes, one of whom was dressed as Ultraman and holding a microphone - apparently the one who had been speaking.

There was also a girl dressed in a dark magical girl warrior costume.

As he entered, the girl suddenly stood up, her expression solemn and proper, holding a plastic belt in both hands.

She approached Su Cheng with steps like a pilgrim and solemnly presented the belt to him, saying: "From now on, you are Kamen Rider!"