Or maybe just arrange a car accident later to balance things out.

Although he figured he probably wouldn’t use this prop for something so pointless, Yvonne Harris still couldn’t help but get caught up in overthinking, pondering some wild maneuvers.

For example—

Using it to interfere with other people’s karma...

But as luck would have it, just then, the balcony door suddenly opened.

Looking at Yvonne Harris, who was gesturing at the sky, Brian Cooper stood there for a moment, holding a towel.

"...What are you doing?"

With a slightly awkward expression, Yvonne Harris gave a light cough and said,

"Uh, counting stars."

"...Did you finish counting?"

"Nope."

"...Then carry on."

Without another word, Brian Cooper tossed the towel over his shoulder and, humming an unrecognizable tune, headed into the bathroom.

Soon after, the sound of the shower started, quickly followed by a wild, unrestrained singing voice.

Is this what a music aficionado is like?

Love it, love it... my ass!

Is this even a human singing?!

If it weren’t for the system reminding him that potential value had nothing to do with ability, Yvonne Harris would have started to suspect he was suffering from heatstroke, and that the so-called system was just a hallucination from his hospital bed.

Either way, it was clear he couldn’t stay on the balcony any longer—couldn’t let the people downstairs think he was disturbing the peace.

Withdrawing his index finger from midair and exiting the system, Yvonne Harris silently resolved in his heart that next time he activated the system, he’d have to find a place with no one around.

At the same time, he made up his mind.

He absolutely had to find a chance to persuade the “wailing like a ghost” Mr. Cooper in the bathroom to give up running for class president...

……

Late at night, lights out, dorm 401 was quiet, but the class group chat was buzzing.

At first, everyone was reserved, calling themselves newbies and referring to others as big shots. But as the conversation warmed up, the topics got more and more lively.

[Hey hey, that tall, skinny guy—what class is he in? The one in the white T-shirt.]

[I don’t know, aren’t there a lot of people in white T-shirts?]

[I know, I know! You mean that clean-looking boy, right?]

[Wuwuwu...]

[Are you talking about Brian Cooper? I think he’s in our class? (sneaky laugh)]

The group went quiet for two seconds.

Including the dorm room.

"Brian, did you see the class group chat? I think they’re talking about you!" Lying on his bed playing with his phone, Samuel Wright excitedly whispered.

"Boring."

Rolling over, Mr. Brian, wearing headphones, chose to keep sleeping.

Kevin Clark didn’t say anything, but a message from him popped up in the group.

Maybe worried that his dorm mate’s popularity was threatening his own status in the class, he cleverly changed the subject.

But...

This move was honestly kind of dumb.

[(Group owner) Kevin Clark: Haha, Brian is probably asleep, let’s not disturb his rest. By the way, aren’t we electing a class president? Since everyone’s here, why not talk about your thoughts? (grin)]

As soon as he saw this message pop up in the group, Yvonne Harris’s face turned green.

What the hell?

Who does a poll when their rival is at peak popularity? Is anyone really that clueless?

What made it worse was that, with this level of EQ and IQ, his potential value was still higher than his own.

Why?!

Sure enough, just as he expected, a flurry of messages quickly appeared in the group.

[I vote for Brian!]

[Me me me, I vote for Brian too!]

[Haha, looks like everyone’s thinking the same thing. (laugh)]

[Brian should be in the group, right? Why hasn’t he said anything yet? (shy)]

This time, probably wanting someone in particular to hear, Samuel Wright didn’t bother keeping his voice down and continued to shout gleefully.

"Brian Brian! Lots of people in the group are looking for you!"

Lying on his side, Brian Cooper frowned, clicked his tongue, and shoved his headphones in even tighter.

"Don’t bother me."

This guy was as taciturn as ever—who knew if he really wasn’t interested in girls, or if he was just shy or pretending to be cool.

Meanwhile, Kevin Clark’s bed remained completely silent.

Yvonne Harris could see his phone screen glowing, but there were no new messages from him in the group.

A faint sense of unease crept into his heart. Just as he was wondering what kind of nonsense this idiot would pull next, a message from an unfamiliar account suddenly popped up in the group.

This unfamiliar account hadn’t changed its nickname, and its profile picture was an old-fashioned sunflower.

[One Meter of Sunshine: I vote for the group owner. I think the group owner really has the qualities of a class president, and a strong sense of responsibility for the class. He’s definitely class president material. (grin)]

Seeing this message, Yvonne Harris’s face turned even greener.

Damn, could this idiot really be using a sockpuppet account to vote for himself?!

Sure enough...

He wasn’t the only sharp one in the group. Soon, someone jumped in to call it out.

[Olivia Reed: Who is this classmate? You should change your nickname in the class group. (smile)]

[Emily Parker: Yeah, hi newbie! Post a pic, post a pic!]

Yvonne Harris lifted his eyelids and glanced at the bed across from him.