"This is really too much trouble, let’s just A..."

　　Mr. Clark waved his hand heartily.

　　"It’s nothing, it’s not like it’s some rare delicacy, just some simple food—just everyone having a meal together to get to know each other."

　　Brian Cooper: "You really went to some trouble."

　　"No trouble at all, no trouble, come with me... Little Yvonne comrade, you still have the key on you, right? Remember to lock the door."

　　"Oh."

　　Responding instinctively, Yvonne Harris snapped back to his senses in an instant.

　　Wait a minute.

　　How did I suddenly become Little Yvonne comrade?

　　That was pretty sudden.

　　It was too late to protest—Kevin Clark was already outside, the other two roommates followed, and if he didn’t hurry up, he’d probably miss out on the hot food.

　　And then...

　　The group was led to Sha County Snacks, and watched as Old Clark ordered four bowls of wontons.

　　Samuel Wright glanced at Brian Cooper and asked in a low voice.

　　"So this simple food is... where’s the rice?"

　　Brian Cooper was just as confused, shook his head, and replied with a look that said, "How would I know?"

　　Apparently not noticing the subtle expressions on his roommates’ faces, Kevin Clark saw the wontons had already been served, smiled calmly, and seized the chance to speak up.

　　"While we’re eating, let’s talk about something. The counselor just notified me that each dorm needs to submit the name of the dorm leader today, so work can get started as soon as possible. I thought, since I’m the oldest, I should naturally take on some responsibility, and I have the ability and confidence to be a good dorm leader and make life easier for everyone. What do you all think?"

　　Brian Cooper and Samuel Wright exchanged a glance, then silently looked at Yvonne Harris.

　　Yvonne Harris was different—he didn’t have so much inner drama. He just glanced at the bowl of wontons on the table and idly counted how many there were.

　　As for dorm leader?

　　Don’t make me laugh.

　　That thing is useless—whoever wants it can have it.

　　Having done it in a past life, he knew better than anyone how annoying the job was.

　　"I have no objections."

　　Samuel Wright: "Me neither."

　　Brian Cooper: "..."

　　A smile bloomed on Kevin Clark’s face as he said cheerfully,

　　"Ha ha, then thank you all! Let’s eat, don’t be polite with me."

　　"Oh right, there’s one more thing I’d like to ask you guys!"

　　Just as Yvonne Harris picked up his chopsticks, he almost put them down again at these words.

　　Kevin Clark really didn’t treat them as outsiders, continuing without even pausing for breath.

　　"The class meeting in two days—the counselor wants us to elect a class monitor, and the selection will be by vote. I’d like to seize this opportunity, and if I get to be class monitor, I can look out for you guys, maybe get us some scholarships or benefits."

　　Damn, impressive!

　　No wonder he’s a pro!

　　Two birds with one stone over a single meal—this is way too cost-effective!

　　Seeing this move, Yvonne Harris was dumbfounded.

　　Looking at Samuel Wright and Brian Cooper, they had almost the same expression.

　　Especially Samuel Wright, who nearly fed a wonton up his nose.

　　Whether he noticed or pretended not to, Mr. Clark’s face remained as friendly as ever.

　　Seeing no one object, he took it as agreement, and raised his plastic cup of water in a showy gesture.

　　"Then I’ll be counting on you guys for the vote!"

　　"I, Mr. Clark, toast you all with tea instead of wine!"

　　No one clinked cups.

　　No one responded.

　　Including Yvonne Harris, who had played along with him earlier.

　　The only reason this guy hadn’t been beaten up was because there was an honest guy, a cold-faced guy, and a good-tempered guy sitting here.

　　But maybe he’d figured that out, which is why he acted this way.

　　Either way, Yvonne Harris couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.

　　If you don’t leave this kind of person hanging for a while, they’ll never realize how awkward they are.

　　But just as Yvonne Harris was thinking this, a dialog box suddenly popped up in front of him, startling him so much he nearly fell off his chair.

　　What the hell?!

　　This time it was way too clear!

　　Staring blankly at the pale blue dialog box in front of him, Yvonne Harris instinctively glanced to the side.

　　Samuel Wright was playing on his phone, Brian Cooper was tapping a rhythm with his index finger, and no one noticed the change in front of him.

　　Making sure only he could see it, Yvonne Harris swallowed, grabbed the plastic cup on the table, and forced himself to drink.

　　"Wish... Mr. Clark a successful career, ha."

　　Brian Cooper and Samuel Wright looked up in surprise, as if watching a warrior do something they’d been thinking about for a long time but were too embarrassed to do.

　　Judging by their expressions, Yvonne Harris could guess without asking.

　　His heartfelt blessing had probably been misunderstood as sarcasm...

　　Luckily, the thick-skinned Mr. Clark still didn’t notice, and instantly beamed with joy.

　　"Ha ha, thanks for the good wishes, brother! I’ll finish this cup!"

　　With that, the cup was empty.

　　The three of them just stared at him in shock.

　　Those two ounces of tea—he managed to drink it with the momentum of downing white liquor...

　　Yvonne Harris swallowed.

　　Truly a master!