Prince's Substitute Bride Is A Double-face

Chapter 77 The Selection Test For The Student Presidents

"Wow, that's great. I admire you so much. What you said is great. If you don't like her, you shouldn't

force yourself. You don't want anyone to control your happiness."

Hearing Emily praised him like that, he felt a little relieved.

"Well, I will bravely pursue my own happiness." Oliver nodded.

The whole morning's class was almost over, but the seat next to her was still empty. Suddenly, Emily

felt that life was so boring when no one came to quarrel with her.

"Emi, have you recovered?" Justin reached out a hand and touched her forehead.

"I'm really fine. Jay, why are you so worried about me?" Emily asked suspiciously.

"I always care about you, okay?" Justin expressed his innocence.

"Didn't you want to bully me before?" Emily began to chat with Justin.

"Because you are easy to bully. You always bully me as well." Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The two of them chatted. The monitor of Class A walked to the platform. He was indeed a plain looking

boy. He was weak and had no imposing manner. He must be a poor boy who was forced to do this.

"Well, everyone, be quiet. I have got the form of the president's election in my hand. If you are

interested in it, you can come to me to get the form."

After saying that, the monitor walked off the platform again.

"Go and get me two forms." Emily ordered Justin.

"Why do you want to take two forms?" Justin was confused.

"Stupid. Of course I'm running for the campaign. Give one to you and one to me." Emily thought the

competition was quite interesting. School life was so boring, so she might as well take part in some

activities to relieve her boredom.

"Well, since you want to participate, I'll also sign up." Justin stood up from his seat and went to the

monitor's seat to take the forms.

When Lisa saw the forms in Justin's hand, she couldn't help complaining, "Oh, you want to run for the

president of the student union? Why do I think you are overconfident?"

The corners of Justin's mouth twitched. He resolutely took two forms and looked down at Lisa. "Miss

Lisa, whether I can be the president or not depends on my own strength. It doesn't matter whether I

can be the president or not. It's always good to have a try."

He took two forms and left.

At first, Lisa was not interested in the boring competition like the president election. Later, she saw that

many students including Emily had joined, so she also went to ask for a form.

Jenny walked over and took three, one for herself, one for Jackson, and the last one for Oliver, who

was sitting quietly in his seat and reading.

"Here you are. You should fill it in carefully. I hope I can see your wonderful performance."

Before Oliver could react, he saw a white paper on the table. He raised his head and saw that Emily

was also holding a same form in her hand, discussing something happily with Justin.

He took the form with a smile and filled in carefully with a pen.

"Give me one! How can you let such a good thing go without me? " Charles pounded heavily on the

table of the innocent monitor with one hand.

The monitor handed the last form to him.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, a white list was posted on the school's notice board, with the names

and classes of all the competitors and the specific procedures of this election.

The selection test was divided into three parts.

The first round would be the initial exam.

All the students participating in the competition needed to take out their favorite projects, shoot a video

and post it on the website of the school forum. Only the top 20 with the highest support could enter the

next round.

The so-called projects could be divided into artistic sports and so on. As long as there were some

projects in the community of the school, they could take them out to win the students' hearts.

The second round would be the knockout match.

The students who entered the second round would draw projects randomly and give extemporaneous

performances. This competition would be held in Holy Sakura hall, and 10 students would be

eliminated according to the supporting votes of the students presented.

The third round would be the competition for the throne.

There were only five vacancies, but there were still ten people left. The judges of the final were the

presidents of the school and the teachers in charge of the Secretary of the association of the

community. Each student who entered the final needed to propose a creative plan for the school's

100th anniversary. Their plans would be displayed to everyone in the form of a PPT. They would be

ranked according to their novel ideas and unique opinions on the management of the school's

community. The top five would be the five presidents of the school this year, who helped the school

principle manage the school errands.

After seeing this troublesome way of participating in the competition, Emily was a little scared.

"Ha ha, Shirl, I've also participated. What if we need to fight against each together?" Lisa snickered.

"I'm just having fun. It seems interesting, but it's so complicated. If we get the topic we're not good at in

the second round, wouldn't it be very miserable?" In Emily's opinion, it was definitely not an easy thing

to be the president of the student union.

"Of course, it doesn't matter whether you have the ability or not. It also depends on your luck. But an

all-around person like me doesn't have to worry about that." Lisa said confidently and stuck out her

tongue at Justin with disdain.

"Well, let's see who will be the winner,"

Everyone looked carefully at the people who filled in the form and found that most of them were

acquaintances.

In the second grade, there were Henry and other students who were said to be more powerful in the

school. In the first grade, there were Jackson, Jenny, Charles, Connie, Lisa, Oliver, Justin, Shirley, and

so on.

So many familiar faces. They were the big shots of Class A.

Looking at the list, the students were discussing heatedly that this year's president selection must be

very wonderful.

But there seemed to be one person missing.

Emily touched her chin and wondered why James didn't come to school today.

All of a sudden, she thought that an arrogant man like him would not participate in such an election. It

was so easy for him to be the president. He just needed to tell the school principle directly, "Old man, I

want to be the president."

"Okay."

"What are you thinking about? Let's go. School is over." Lisa patted her shoulder and asked her to take

her soul back.

Today was Friday, and the school had an early holiday. At four o'clock in the afternoon, the students

could go home.

The crowd at the gate of Holy Sakura was surging, and luxury cars were constantly coming in and out.

"Emi, do you need me to send you back?" Justin followed her and saw she was still stunned when the

school was over. He also came over.

"Justin, Shirl, I can drive her home today. I don't want to bother you. You don't go to the same

direction." Lisa held Emily's hand and looked for her car.

"Well, it doesn't mean that I can't give her a ride." Justin retorted bluntly.

Suddenly, a group of girls surrounded them.

"Mr. Justin, Mr. Justin, you are so handsome. Can you go to the cinema with me?"

"Mr. Justin, why didn't you tell us that you are the young master of the Lu Family?"

"Mr. Justin, I like you so much. Can you be my boyfriend?"

The girls were like a flood of beasts, pushing Justin inside, and both Emily and Lisa were pushed out.

"Hey, Jay, you are popular now. Wherever you go, there are girls chasing after you."

Emily shook her head helplessly and followed Lisa out of the encirclement of these crazy girls.

"Yes, maybe Jay was only yours in the past, he could always run around you. But now he is different."

Lisa curled her lips and comforted her.

"Well, I'll take your driver's car home today." Emily looked around and found no familiar figure. It

seemed that no one came to pick her up.

"You are so aggrieved. Where's my brother James? He didn't come to class today, and he didn't even

come to pick you up after class. It's unreasonable." Lisa defended her.

"Well, I don't want him to pick me up. I'd rather walk back. By the way, Lisa, how about we go

shopping? It's still early, and it's boring to go home." Emily held her arm and invited.

"Great! I'm free now." Lisa agreed without hesitation. The two girls went shopping happily.

Behind them were the bodyguards of the Yun Family. They followed Lisa step by step.

"Lisa, why did they follow you all the time?"

"Oh, I'm used to it. Every time I go out, my daddy will arrange bodyguards for me. I have resisted for

several times, but they still have to follow me. Sometimes they follow me blatantly, and sometimes they

hide in the dark to protect me."

"Well, well, well. Look at you, young lady. You are so well protected." Emily was shocked.

The two of them arrived at a clothing store. There were a variety of beautiful dresses, all of which were

the latest styles, making people crazy about them.

Lisa didn't seem to be interested in them. She had been a boyish girl since childhood and didn't like to

wear dresses.

Short hair was her favorite.

"Shirl, is this cool?" Lisa picked up a black leather jacket with lots of rivets.

"Well, it's cool, but I don't like this style. In fact, I think you look good in a dress." Emily took a light

green dress and showed it to her.

"No, I don't want to wear dresses except for important occasions. I think it's more comfortable to wear

shirts and trousers." Lisa pushed her dress away.

Emily shook her head. This girl must be hopeless, but she didn't like to wear lady's clothes like a

princess as well. She didn't think it looked good at all, and it was inconvenient to fight.

When the two strolled around, Emily's phone rang. It was from the devil who had disappeared for a day.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Her tone was not kind.

"Where are you?" The voice on the phone was cold.

"I'm shopping with Lisa. What's wrong?"

"Have you eaten yet?"

"Not yet. I'm going to eat later."

"Tell me the address. I'll pick you up later."

"No, thanks." Emily refused again and again, but James had already hung up the phone.