[BL] Daily Disposable Persona

12: Child of the Wind 12

Zong Yan stared at the Joker card in his hand with a breathtaking feeling of absurdity.

Wait... The odds against this were probably several thousand to one. How could it be that easy?!

He looked back at the table in disbelief.

But the table was still covered with a layer of playing cards, neatly arranged. Nothing looked unusual.

The freshmen behind him were urging him to hurry. Zong Yan concealed the card in his hand and stepped aside with a heavy heart.

This card had to be playing tricks on him.

God knew, he had terrible luck. How was it possible to draw the Joker from thousands of cards in one stroke? The probability of that had to be even lower than drawing an A-class card!!

He'd never managed it before, but somehow he got lucky for the first time.

Zong Yan hunched his shoulders while inwardly cursing the heavens.

Just enrolled and became the student representative. How was that low profile?

If he didn't say anything, would no one know he had the Joker.

While Zong Yan was in the midst of his struggle, students continued lining up to draw cards in an orderly manner.

After the first round ended, they began to prepare for a second round of drawing. An investigator who was chatting to the side went up to take a look. "Since there was no result from the first round... Hmm?" He said with confusion, "Wait, the Joker card has been taken."

The Joker card had been drawn. Could there be a repeat?

The previous chief was a Russian who seemed to be called Tawil.

When the words "previous chief" came to mind, a slightly chaotic concept emerged in everyone's mind.

Just as the thought appeared, the blank spaces in their memories were stitched together bit by bit by some kind of compelling force. The investigators and students immediately remembered all sorts of good deeds performed by the previous school chief.

For example, he once led a group of students to protest against the MU cafeteria and succeeded in replacing the black pudding that had been served every morning since moving to London; he once submitted thirteen proposals to the Spire Council and received a grant for a huge sum of money to install electrical wires, ending MU's tradition of eating by candlelight; he once arranged to open the Gate of Truth in Cambridge University and held a high table dinner there, then joined forces with Oxford next door to have a concert and a friendly dragon boat race on the Jian river.

The last school chief had a remarkable record! He was a fine chief with solid achievements!

People found nothing wrong at all, as if they'd personally experienced all of this.

The only concerning thing was that no one remembered what the last chief looked like, but this issue had been unanimously ignored by everyone in the past.

The chief attended to a myriad of affairs on a daily basis, and he got perfect grades in every subject. He wasn't the sort of person most people would manage to meet every day.

"Who drew the Joker?"

There were whispers within the crowd.

A current of electricity rushed from Zong Yan's tailbone all the way up to his cerebral cortex.

This feeling, commonly known as embarrassment, was often accompanied by stubbing one's toe and similar phenomena.

He pursed his lips. Filled with self-loathing, he raised the playing card in his hand.