Chapter 38: Student Council President Election
Monday, April 6th.
Yesterday afternoon, Chris and Meg completed all the necessary paperwork and received the three-million-dollar loan that West had pulled strings to approve.
Such a large sum of money certainly wasn't accessible to just anyone, but Meg was no ordinary person.
She was the daughter of Lois, the eldest daughter of the Pewterschmidt family, and had Mayor West as a guarantor, so the loan approval went very smoothly.
However, Chris knew that this money was entirely Carter's sponsorship for his grandchildren.
From the moment his aunt called Lois, Chris could guess that the news had also reached Carter's ears.
So Chris wasn't surprised at all to receive such a large amount of startup capital.
What did surprise Chris was that West had even helped him find a factory and the corresponding machinery.
Now he only needed to invest in raw materials and could start production immediately.
As for sales, that was West's problem—his ten percent share wasn't being earned for nothing.
It was precisely with West's help that Chris was able to return to James Woods Regional High School normally.
Otherwise, he had already prepared to take a leave of absence.
However, even though he was back on campus, Chris felt out of place this time.
Only two short days had passed, but Chris felt as if half a year had gone by.
Besides experiencing too many things in the past few days, it was also due to Chris's extremely fast neural reaction speed.
His current neural reaction speed was tens to hundreds of times faster than an ordinary person's, so when Chris didn't actively suppress his reaction speed, his perception of time indeed felt like half a year had passed.
Another factor that made Chris not want to return to campus was that the school's gym was no longer useful to him—he had no idea why he was even there anymore.
Was he really supposed to study diligently?
That would be too much torture for Chris.
Because with the help of his extraordinary brain, as long as the knowledge wasn't overly complex, he could learn it by reading it twice.
So after much deliberation, Chris decided to continue cutting class, but this time he wouldn't go to the gym. Instead, he planned to hang out around Quahog.
However, as soon as Chris arrived in the hallway, he noticed the student council president election announcement posted on the wall.
After reading it carefully, Chris returned to the classroom.
The other students in the classroom curiously looked at this unfamiliar classmate who had gone out and come back, wondering what he was doing.
But they were only curious—if they were actually told to bother Chris, who looked like someone not to be messed with, they wouldn't have the guts.
So Chris sat alone in the corner of the classroom, quietly sketching his campaign plan for student council president.
The moment he saw the election announcement, Chris remembered that one of his goals was to become student council president.
It was just that he had been busy with important matters recently and had forgotten his original intention.
This won't do!
Chris, holding the belief that he would be both President of the United States and student council president, began preparing his campaign strategy.
But what was rather embarrassing was that Chris had no idea what preparations were needed to run for student council president, nor did he understand the specific procedures involved.
So after writing and drawing in his notebook, Chris got up again, preparing to find outside help.
His tall figure suddenly stood up, and the force he inadvertently released instantly sent the desk flying. Fortunately, he was sitting in the corner, so no student was injured, but the noise still startled the lecturing teacher.
The students who were sleeping in the back row were also awakened, and someone immediately cursed, "Which idiot made that noise! I'm gonna stuff you in a locker!"
The others who were also awakened heard this and laughed. "Haha, now there's gonna be some fun! Let's see which unlucky bastard disturbed the bully Johnny! Hope his balls don't get crushed!"
Others, enjoying the drama, egged him on. "Hey, Johnny, show that asshole what you got!"
"I bet that guy can't take two punches from Johnny!"
"I bet one punch!"
Watching the students in the back row shouting with sleepy eyes, the teacher couldn't stop swallowing nervously. He could already foresee that more than half of this class period would be completely derailed.
What a bunch of idiots!
Those awakened students had no idea what kind of person they were messing with.
The troublemakers hadn't seen Chris's full appearance, but the teacher had seen him clearly.
That tall and muscular build, and those arms as thick as his own thighs.
If he hadn't been sure this was his student, the teacher would have thought Captain America had walked out of a comic book.
Just as everyone was enjoying the commotion, Chris, who was about to leave, paused.
He wasn't some nice guy, and he had no friendship with these students.
So since he heard these jerks insult him, he had to save face, even if these people didn't specifically mean him.
Chris walked up to the guy who had first shouted about teaching him a lesson. According to the others, this person was a notorious bully in the class?
Dressed in punk attire with a lip piercing, he looked intimidating.
However, comparing physiques, this guy could be considered big among ordinary people—no wonder he could be a school bully.
"Are you looking for me?"
Johnny, his face full of anger, stared straight ahead, wanting to see which bastard had woken him up.
But he found that everyone was staring at him wide-eyed. He had originally thought that his fighting exploits from yesterday had spread, increasing his reputation again, and they were scared of him.
But now, hearing the voice from behind his head, Johnny realized he had it all wrong. They weren't afraid of him—they were clearly terrified of the guy behind him.
Johnny felt as if a grizzly bear was standing behind him. That palpable pressure made him feel like he couldn't breathe. He tremblingly turned his head to look, the scene exactly like a third-rate character about to die in a horror movie.
Fortunately, Chris wasn't thinking of killing anyone. He was just preparing to kindly teach his future voters to learn some manners.
Looking at Johnny's terrified eyes, Chris patted his shoulder, and a thousand pounds of force instantly slammed him down onto the chair.
If Chris hadn't dispersed the force, this guy would have instantly coughed up blood and died.
But it wasn't much better now. Johnny felt like his tailbone had shattered, but he didn't dare show the slightest disrespect.
Enduring the severe pain in his rear end, Johnny looked up at Chris with teary eyes, sincerely pleading, "Dude, can I say I didn't mean it? I had a nightmare just now, I was freaked out—that's why I said something stupid. Can you please forgive me?"
His quick submission surprised Chris for a moment.
He had thought this guy was a brainless street punk.
Turns out he even had the smarts to know when to back down. Not bad, truly not bad!
Since that's the case, he definitely had to recruit him as a subordinate, to be properly trained... to lighten the burden on the teachers.
"If apologies worked, then what would we need cops for? You agree, right, Johnny?"
Chris raised his hand and pressed down on Johnny's shoulder. A slight exertion of force made the kid scream in pain, and he immediately nodded along with Chris's words. "Yes, yes! You're absolutely right! So how should I make it up to you?"
Seeing how cooperative this guy was, Chris withdrew his hand, his eyes coldly sweeping over the guys who had been heckling earlier.
Everyone Chris looked at involuntarily shivered, anxiously worrying that they would get beaten up.
Fortunately, Chris only looked and didn't actually make a move.
But the reason he didn't act, of course, was to make these guys work for him. How could they work if they were beaten to a pulp?
With that in mind, Chris stepped onto the platform at the front of the classroom, nodded to the teacher, then politely asked, "Excuse me, sir. May I take a few minutes of your class time to say a few words to my classmates?"
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