"Shouldn't we record the names of the students who received certificates?"
"What do you think I'm doing right now?"
"Well, yeah, but..."
Kriss sighed. Ever since joining the Student Major Council of History Education, his days had been packed. Meetings, paperwork, endless activities
"This isn't writing," Kriss muttered, half-bored. "It's just typing."
His companion snorted. "What? You want to handwrite hundreds of names? Be my guest. I'll stick to technology."
Before the bickering could escalate, a calm, sharp voice cut in.
"If you waste more time arguing about nonsense, we'll be here all night."
Jack. The president of the Major Council.
Silence dropped instantly. Fingers returned to keyboards, but Kriss couldn't resist sneaking glances at his senior. Jack didn't miss it.
"What is it, cadet?" he asked, eyes still on his work.
Kriss hesitated, then blurted, "Boss, does being president mean you can… ease punishments for students who break the rules?"
