The misfit came to the door, smiling as he said goodbye to everyone, just like Zhao Mingxuan did back then.
At this moment, he deeply understood the feelings that the boy with glasses once had.
As the class president, he bore the responsibility of fostering unity and friendship among the class, enjoying the love and respect of everyone. After four years together, the misfit had long considered these classmates as family.
But now, this big family was about to disband, which was extremely saddening.
"Class president, can I hug you?"
A girl boldly made the request, which received enthusiastic responses from the other girls.
"Yes, we want a hug from the class president!"
"I want to remember this embrace from our male idol forever!"
"..."
Su Zelin generously opened his arms to satisfy the girls' request.
Almost all the girls scrambled to hug the chairman of the women's federation one by one.
Even Liuu Wanyin mustered the courage to hug him briefly.
"Boss, thank you!"
