Your Vice President, Please Give Me Your Advice.

Zhao Yunu just wants to be an ordinary dancer. Practicing, taking classes, and going to the junior high school to practice dance with her younger sister - she lived a life of three points and one line, and she lived contentedly. As for the vice president of the student union? Whoever likes it deserves it. But Jiang Yunzhao didn't think so. The student president personally blocked the door of the dance room, and the reasons were too good for anyone to refute: excellent performance in the competition, excellent class management, and familiarity with the rules and procedures of the student union. Before Zhao Yunu could figure out how to refuse, the other party had already turned around and left, leaving the next sentence—— "Come to me after school, even if you agree." ? ? ? What is this? Forced binding? What's even more outrageous is that from then on, Jiang Yunzhao began to appear in every corner of her life in the name of "quasi-vice-president": delivering warm water during dance practice, reserving seats during meetings, and even booking a restaurant in the Twin Star Towers in advance for her sister who passed the exam. Zhao Yunu finally couldn't bear it anymore: "Jiang Yunzhao, what on earth do you want to do?" The president smiled slightly and took out a form from the document bag—— "The application form for vice president only requires your signature." "..." "Please give me some advice, classmate Zhao Yunu."