Inside the student council office, a mountain of documents lay waiting for Arthur's signature. After all, Arthur was the chairman of Cloudia Corporation in his past life. He had managed a company for many years, long accustomed to this kind of administrative work. These trivial tasks were hardly enough to faze him. After briefly familiarizing himself with the current situation, Arthur sat down and began reviewing the files. Thanks to the speed he had honed from years of reading and the management experience from his previous life, he handled the documents with astonishing efficiency. In an ordinary student council, processing this many documents would have taken days, even weeks. But this was not a coincidence. Finley had deliberately instructed his former 'subordinates' to pile on the workload, hoping to overwhelm Arthur. Finley was certain that Arthur would not want to waste his life buried in paperwork. After all, who would willingly let mundane affairs consume their precious time? And when frustration built up and when pressure mounted from all sides, he would surely, inevitably, resign from the position of student council president on his own accord. Normally, students, regardless of their background, lacked the experience to deal with this kind of responsibility. Handling all this would not just be time-consuming; it would be exhausting. But Arthur was anything but ordinary. The backlog of paperwork that had been accumulating for days, he cleared it all in half a day. Compared to the complexities of running a corporation, the affairs of a student council were laughably simple. This was a student organization. How could it possibly compare to a profit-driven enterprise? So when stack after stack of processed documents was submitted for approval, the entire office was stunned. Back when Finley was the student council president, even though he was always at school, it would still take ages to get anything signed off. After all, he had classes, obligations, and plenty of excuses to delay. The slower he worked, the more deference people showed him. And the more meticulous they were with the things they submitted for his review. Clearly, Arthur did not subscribe to this philosophy.News of this soon reached Finley's ears. He abruptly shot to his feet, eyes wide with disbelief. "He finished everything already?" Henry nodded solemnly. "Yes, it's true. Our people are reliable. The information can't be wrong." Finley narrowed his eyes dangerously. Today, he had just barely escaped the predatory stares of the crowd that watched him like wolves circling their prey. Initially, he had thought the student council would be Arthur's stumbling block, that it would at least humble him a little. But now? He finished everything so easily? This was completely beyond Finley's expectations. "Looks like... this method won't work." He muttered to himself, unwilling to let this go. No, I wouldn't allow Arthur to have things so easy. After thinking for a while, Finley suddenly remembered the people who had gathered to watch him earlier today. His eyes lit up with a sudden idea. A slow, malicious smile curved at the corner of his lips. He shot a look at Henry, gesturing for him to come closer. Though puzzled, Henry obediently leaned in. Finley whispered something in his ear. When he finally pulled back, Henry's eyes shone with the same glint of excitement. He nodded vigorously, flattering Finley without hesitation. "What a brilliant idea, Finley! I can't believe I didn't think of that!" Finley cast him a disdainful glance. "Who do you think you are? How could you possibly compare to me?" Henry did not mind in the slightest. In fact, he nodded even more eagerly, his flattery gushing like a waterfall. "You're absolutely right, Finley! Only someone as intelligent as you deserves to stand at the very top. To lead and look down on the world from above!" His over-the-top praise was so shameless it actually pleased Finley immensely. Say what you will, this was a talent in its own right. Meanwhile, back in the student council office, having completed his work, Arthur stood and stretched his limbs.Ashley, having fallen behind in his studies due to recent events, was currently holed up in the dorms catching up like mad. Although his injuries hadn't fully healed, sitting quietly to handle paperwork did not pose any problem for Arthur. Just as he was about to leave, he was stopped. A large crowd of students had gathered outside the student council office, blocking the entrance. The moment he heard the knock and opened the door, even Arthur was taken aback by the scene before him. Standing at the head of the crowd was none other than Henry. Henry looked at him, deliberately putting on a difficult expression. "Arthur, we're here to see you." Arthur gave him an indifferent glance, his eyes calm and unreadable. "What is it?" With just one sweep of his gaze, Arthur recognized them. These were the very same students who had gathered to gawk at him when he returned to school earlier today. Not all of them were here, but the ones blocking the door now had certainly been among them.