Using the light from his phone screen, Kevin Clark's forehead was seen covered in sweat.

Good grief, the voting hasn't even started yet and there's already a PR crisis.

He knew that if he didn't step in now, this mission was pretty much doomed.

Yvonne Harris sighed, braced himself, and typed out his very first message in the class group chat.

[Yvonne Harris: Sorry, that was my alt account I used to join the group earlier. I switched accounts to rejoin and kept forgetting to leave with the old one. I just logged into the wrong account, really sorry about that, I'll remove it now.]

[Advisor: It's definitely better not to use alt accounts in the class group.]

Damn!

The advisor had been lurking the whole time.

Yvonne Harris turned his head and shot Kevin Clark a glare.

What the hell are you still waiting for?

Startled by the look, Kevin Clark's shoulders twitched. He quickly forced an apologetic smile and left the group with his alt account at lightning speed.

With "A Ray of Sunshine" leaving the group, the chat was soon lively again.

And the topic quickly shifted from the boring class president election to the latest hit TV drama.

Relieved, Yvonne Harris was just about to put down his phone and go to sleep when he suddenly received a private message from Kevin Clark's alt account.

["A Ray of Sunshine": Ahem, thanks for earlier. I'll treat you to a meal sometime.]

Yvonne Harris: ……

It was fine until he mentioned food—now he was annoyed!

[No need for a meal, just don't pull any more stunts. I'm going to sleep.]

Useless troublemaker!

If it weren't for the newbie starter pack...

Who the hell would want to help some idiot run for class president?

Annoying!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Yvonne Harris tossed his phone aside and rolled over to sleep.

Chapter 004: Proof of Causality

The next day, freshman registration was still ongoing, and more and more people were arriving on campus.

Yvonne Harris stood at the edge of the sports field, looking around for a while. Soon, his eyes lit up and he walked toward the basketball court.

At the far end of the field, a 1.8-meter-tall guy in a blue jersey, with a white headband tied around his forehead, made a smooth three-step layup that drew excited cheers from several upperclasswomen watching courtside.

No need to ask who that was.

Who else but Mr. Brian could be so popular?

Rumor had it that back in high school, this guy was the basketball team captain and a seriously skilled player. But for some reason, his real talent wasn't basketball, but that tone-deaf voice of his.

Early that morning, when Mr. Brian wasn't in the dorm, Yvonne Harris checked the group chat and found out that he had arranged to play basketball with a few guys from their class, so he quickly washed up and followed along.

Of course, he wasn't there to play basketball.

Given his pathetic basketball skills, if he managed to get the ball in the hoop, it had to be the hoop's fault.

Watching Mr. Brian dominate the court, Yvonne Harris thought for a moment, squeezed 5 yuan out of his already tight living expenses, and went to the nearby convenience store to buy two bottles of Coke, then returned to the basketball court.

He felt like what he was doing right now was just like Frank Underwood in the first season of "House of Cards"—helping a fool onto the president/class president's throne.

Except maybe Garrett Walker's foolishness was exaggerated, while Kevin Clark's was the real deal.

Wait a minute...

What was "House of Cards" again?

Yvonne Harris frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't recall the plot details. Most of his memories from his previous life were like this—just a vague outline.

But...

Now was clearly not the time to dwell on that.

Wiping sweat from his forehead with a towel, Brian Cooper walked off the court and sat under the basketball hoop to rest for a bit.

A few upperclasswomen watching nearby giggled and nudged each other, apparently daring one another to go over and offer him water and ask for his contact info. Sure enough, when it comes to attractive members of the opposite sex, girls aren't much different from guys.

Naturally, Yvonne Harris wasn't about to let these girls interfere with his plan. He walked over with two cans of Coke.

"Want a drink?"

Wiping the sweat from his neck, Brian Cooper, sitting on the ground, raised his eyebrows at Yvonne Harris, seemingly surprised that his roommate had come to bring him a drink.

But he didn't think much of it, just grinned and took the Coke without hesitation, even clinking cans with Yvonne Harris.

"Thanks."

That bright, handsome smile really did make people like him. Out of the corner of his eye, Yvonne Harris noticed the upperclasswomen on the sidelines seemed even more excited.

"You're welcome."

Saying that, Yvonne Harris sat down next to him and opened his own can.

Glancing at his roommate, Brian Cooper said coolly,

"Wanna play? I'll show you the ropes."

"No, I'm not here to play basketball."

Hearing this, Brian Cooper looked a bit surprised, even moving the Coke away from his mouth.

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Of course, I came to find you," Yvonne Harris said, watching the basketball bounce on the court. "I was going to say this on the phone, but I figured it was better to talk face to face."

Brian Cooper raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

His eyes seemed to ask, what do you want to say?

"You like music, right?"