"Oh, is that so." He smiled slightly, "Thanks, Wes. My name is Feng Yi." After saying this, Feng Yi turned and left, heading straight for the student council.

As for whether he cares about the discipline committee or not, Sir Feng didn't give a damn. All he cared about was that Elvis had said somewhere was troublesome — he was too lazy to argue.

Being a student council member requires certain individual abilities. Honestly, if it wasn't for the quota in the mobility department, he wouldn't really want to be involved in the council.

During the start of school, students and faculty with files were seen everywhere in and around Wind Thunder school, rushing past each other in the long corridors. The student council's door was filled with a continuous flow of people in and out. As soon as Feng Yi entered the room, he joined dozens of new students in the same line.

Leaning against a corner wall with his arms crossed, he lowered his head and sank into deep thought, as silent as a lamb, hidden beneath the shade of his hat, his face obscured. This behaviour was conducive to his practice and Feng Yi wouldn't waste a single moment on self-improvement.

The room was filled with endless noises and discussions… Everyone was talking quietly about the long-haired beauty at the front desk. This beautiful woman was clearly the person in charge of recruitment and registration this time. Five minutes passed in a flash, and she still remained unfazed by the waiting crowd, continuing with her own tasks in her own sweet time, as if the crowd was invisible to her — their issues did not concern her at all.

In fact, the student council doesn't think highly of freshmen — barring a few special cases where students possess extraordinary individual abilities.

As time passed, the murmuring crowd gradually got louder — they were getting impatient.

"Excuse me, miss, try not to keep us all waiting here for so long, it's a bit inconsiderate, don't you think?" a male student spoke up, but his outburst didn't get any response. The girl, engrossed in her paperwork, acted as if she hadn't heard him, which irritated him greatly. "There's a line to everything, even being cold and indifferent," he sneered.

The girl looked up briefly at everyone and tossed a single word back to them: "Wait."

What kind of an answer was that? She glossed over the fact that it was the registration period for new students at Wind Thunder military school with just one word? Those who had kept quiet till now also started to get infuriated.

What the hell was going on? They were here to join the student council and contribute to the school, not come for a job interview. Other than a few people like Feng Yi, who had their own ulterior motives, who really was here for their own self-interest?

While people were expressing their dissatisfaction with the student council's behaviour, Zi Mou suddenly entered the room. This student council's vice president was elegant and composed. Even at this time of recruitment, her workload was substantial. She had to review various suggestions and approvals, whereas the disciplinary committee had less to worry about. They formed an exclusive club of elites, not easily accessible to the ordinary students.

Seeing Zi Mou, people's spirits lifted. They thought she would surely criticize the long-haired girl, but to their disappointment, it didn't happen. On the contrary, the serene young girl at the front desk casually sipped her tea and started a conversation with Zi Mou, treating everybody as if they were just air. She said, "You can leave now."

A female student couldn't hold back any longer, "I have something to say."

"Speak."

"I believe that the student council should not exclude new students. They also shouldn't treat new students in this manner. Your time might be gold, but our time is also valuable. Did we wait here in vain?"

The long-haired beauty smiled beautifully, her eyes looking rather peculiar at everyone, "You need to understand where you are and identify your position. Within a military school there's no room for questioning. All that exists is the hierarchy to obey. If you don't even have this basic sense of discipline, what are you doing in a military school?"

For a moment, the girl who had spoken earlier was left speechless.

Fortunately, a male student stepped in, "We are future soldiers about to step onto the battlefield. How is that not awakening enough?"

"Someone who can't even follow the rules is no soldier, or at least not a competent one."

"I haven't said a word since I've been standing here."

"Yes, and the anger in your eyes has betrayed you."

This was turning into a forced argument, and when people were left speechless, another male student stood up, "We are not soldiers yet. There's a process to become a soldier from a civilian, isn't there?"

"You're right, so you guys have your adjustment period, and the student council has its rules. Right now, I'm the rule — go. You're not welcome here anymore."

Feng Yi, leaning against the wall, stayed unmoved, playing hard to get. This made the long-haired beauty uncomfortable. "Are you not leaving? Or do you have something to say?"

Feng Yi hadn't said a word before. As for his facial expressions, the girl wasn't able to clearly see them behind his hat. He was interested to hear her reasons for dismissing him. And when Feng Yi asked her this question, he got the same vague answer everyone else had gotten. No reasons whatsoever.

"Oh, so this is the answer from the student council?"

"Yes, how does that feel?"

"Not too impressive. The conditions the student council has set to prove its worth seem very unique. This hollow demonstration of power isn't going to win respect, is it?"

"What did you say?"

"It's true. You're only a year older than these freshmen. You're not a soldier. Yet you continue to speak from a position of authority, exploiting the rules from a position of strength." He glanced casually at the badge on the front of the girl's uniform, "Please refrain from dishonouring the title of soldier. How can someone talk about being a soldier when they have no sense of military discipline, have not been awarded any military rank, and don't even understand their own position yet? If you want respect, you need to learn how to respect others."

Pointing to the group of new students, Feng Yi continued, "They are all warriors about to step onto the battlefield. As a senior, you should be setting an example. From the perspective of the student council, you should be clear that it's almost impossible for you to step onto the frontline. And yet you talk about a soldier's awakening. That doesn't elevate your status — instead, it shows your ignorance, doesn't it?"

The directness and forcefulness of Feng Yi's words cut to the bone. All the students who were about to leave turned silently towards Feng Yi, admiring his eloquence.

Zi Mou who had been listening quietly stopped what she was doing and gestured for the long-haired girl to leave. She'd handle things from here. She vaguely remembered this man to be one of the latecomers amongst the 58 students. She asked softly, "Are you a stand-up comedian?"

"No."

"Well, not bad. You have potential. I can consider having you join the student council." She was impressed by the eloquence of his speech — it was not something anyone could do. If he hadn't been late in the morning, she might have changed her mind and given him more consideration.

Feng Yi shrugged, "No, thanks." He had wanted to join the student council earlier, but not anymore. This place was not for him.

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