No man can control this situation, and Fu Ping'an is no exception. In fact, he has already reacted. The beautiful women in the car and the field under the stars are full of hormones. But there are always people in this world who can use their upper body to control their lower body. Fu Ping'an thinks this is wrong.

This second-year senior student has only met for a few hours. The first date is midnight, and he can't wait to have sex. Is this the new version of Stories from a Chinese Studio? Such a casual girl has been sleeping with many people. I don't know how many numbers I can get, and maybe there are any hidden diseases. In short, this is not sleeping on others by myself, but by being slept by others.

"I'm driving." Fu Ping'an said this by chance.

"Okay, come and go." Liu Yanan said with a smile.

Just as Fu Ping'an got out of the car, Liu Yanan stepped on the accelerator and left. Fu Ping'an didn't expect this move and stood there stupidly, watching the taillights go away. Suddenly, the Mustang sports car quickly reversed back. Liu Yanan didn't look back and showed a tall and fair middle finger: "Go to die!"

The sports car really left this time, and everything in the wilderness was silent. Fu Ping'an judged the direction according to the stars and walked towards the city. Liu Yanan made this move, which made the remaining regret disappear. During college, a passionate love affair was essential, but the partner must be truly in love. Liu Yanan was clearly collecting philatelics. Asking for himself, Fu Ping'an was not willing to be a souvenir in other people's philatelic albums.

The road back was very long, and the straight asphalt road stretched far away. Fu Ping'an became more and more awake as he walked. He was proud that he was not controlled by his lower body. He strode forward until dawn in the east. There was the Huaijiang Bridge in front of him. A large river was crossing in front of him. Vehicles began to appear on the road. Fu Ping'an carried money on him. He waved his money and stopped a truck entering the city with his money. The second half of the road was finally motorized.

When he returned to school, the campus was still sleeping, and only a few people were practicing in the playground in the morning. Fu Ping'an met an old man who picked up waste paper. The old man smiled and said, "It was a big fuss last night, you did a good thing."

Fu Ping'an said: "Shame, I didn't want to do such a big deal, I just adapted to the situation."

The old man said: "You did a good job, and you grasp the standards very accurately. It is very rare. I have seen too many of these things. Mass movement is a double-edged sword. If done well, you can awaken the people and inspire morale. If you don't do it well, it will be a catastrophe. How many of those former storms will have a good ending."

Fu Ping'an said: "You are always right. This time I'm lucky. I will pay attention to it in the future."

The old man said: "The same trick can only be used once. If you encounter such a thing in the future, how should you deal with it?"

Fu Ping'an said: "Let's fight each other when you see a move."

The old man said: "Have you ever thought about being the president of the student union?"

Fu Ping'an said: "I look down on them without this idea. Student cadres are so powerful. The good student organization has made a mess and bureaucracy rampant."

The old man said: "Remember that the worst system is much better than anarchy. If we want to get a new one, we often think of breaking the old one, not improving it. Breaking the start over will pay a heavier price. If you can't re-establish a new student organization, then you might as well improve it. After all, it is much easier to improve a university student union than to improve a country."

Fu Ping'an said: "This matter is too big, I have to think about it carefully."

...

The concert was effective, and five Korean students publicly apologized, and wrote a letter of apology was posted on the bulletin board, and the electronic version was posted on the school forum.

Fu Ping'an's reputation reached its peak. Not only was it famous throughout the school, but his story was circulated in the entire Omi university circle. The demerits given to him by the department were like a gem on the crown, making his reputation even more brilliant.

The Party Secretary of the Political Department talked to Fu Ping'an again. This time it was not criticism, but praise. The secretary was Shao Wenyuan's disciple and Shi Jiajun's disciple. His views were consistent with his predecessors. It was a blessing for the Political Department to produce such talents in the school. If guided well, Fu Ping'an would shine and become a political star.

As Liu Yanan said, an event of a thousand people was organized in a very short time, starting from scratch, and it was launched entirely by spontaneous contact between students. The entire activity was safe and restrained, civilized and polite. The best thing was that it had excellent results. It not only achieved its goal, but also enhanced unity, making international students convinced without causing any vicious consequences. The school leaders felt scared and glad to think about it.

However, the school’s opinions are not unified, so the Student Affairs Office strongly recommends serious handling. One demerit is far from enough. If such a bad apple is not severely punished and serve as a warning, there may be a second or third time. If this continues, the school discipline will be useless.

But Jiangdong University is a first-class university after all, with many experts coming out. Director Jia’s opinions cannot be considered mainstream. The senior leaders appreciate and approve of Fu Ping'an. Putting aside his past glory, this child is also of great value for cultivation. Even the principal said that this child was born a hundred years ago, and he must be among the founding fathers.

As a role model, who doesn’t love talents?

...

In the dormitory, Fu Ping'an announced his decision to three roommates that he would officially run for the president of the Student Union.

After experiencing these things, everyone has a bad impression of the student union. Even Fan Jian doesn't agree with this decision, saying that we are innocent, why are we engaging in the same circle with them?

Fu Ping'an said: "I am running for the first-year senior chairman. Our freshmen are still pure and have not been damaged by bureaucratic habits. If the atmosphere is corrected from the 2011 level, wouldn't that be great?"

"Okay, since you have decided, we will support you. Who makes you the boss? We will prosper and lose with each other. We will follow you one by one." Zhao Jin and Lu Kun both expressed their support. The minority obeyed the majority, and Fan Jian could only follow. Fu Ping'an's plan was to establish his own campaign team in the political department, win the support of the majority, and win the chairperson position in one fell swoop.

In fact, in the first grade, his reputation is no longer comparable. Even some students with full ambitions still retreat. For example, Liu Kanggan, who knew that he could not compete with Fu Ping'an anyway. He could accept failure, but would never lead a horse to his competitors. Therefore, Liu Kanggan neatly refused the request to join the campaign team.

Liu Kanggan gave up, but Director Jia did not. He promised the Liu family that Liu Kanggan would be successful in his election and that the process that should be taken must be gone. If this child even gave up the election, no matter how many people there were, it would be useless. The group of people in the school student union urgently needed one person to block Fu Ping'an. The most suitable candidate was Liu Kanggan.

First, the student union cadres visited the cottage three times, and the student department teacher hinted from many sources, and my uncle called again and tried to persuade him, saying that even if you don’t care about yourself, you should also think about your grandparents. Grandma has so much expectations for you, but she must not disappoint her.

Liu Kanggan sighed in his heart. He had high hopes since he was a child and was the future star of the family. The Liu family was deeply involved in Jiangdong politics. His own path was destined from the day he was born. He lived for himself, but for his grandparents, for his parents, for his uncles and aunts, for his peers, and for his younger generations who had not yet been born. He had only one path, which was to go into politics.

"Okay, uncle, I promise you to join the election." Liu Kanggan hung up the phone, extremely lonely.

Since you want to run for election, you have to canvass the votes. The position of the President of the Student Union is from the election, but it is not one person, one vote. It is elected by the student representative conference. As long as you catch the representatives, you can win. This is a normal procedure, but the people of the Liu family are not good at following the mass line and do not have this string in their genes.

Liu Kanggan's uncle went from a small clerk in an agency to a director, and he was not aligned with the masses, but his outstanding ability and ability to complete tasks assigned by his leaders without any discount. Otherwise, he could only rely on his family background to be idle at the department level. His father Liu Feng was working from a propaganda officer to a vice president, but he did not rely on flattery, but to get up early and go to bed late every day and night, and regards the unit as his home. Thinking of the efforts of his fathers, Liu Kanggan felt that he really wanted to work hard.

He took his ID card and student ID card and went to the student union to participate in the election. Unfortunately, he actually met Fu Ping'an in the student union, and Fu Ping'an also came to register.

The first step to running for the president of the Student Union is to join the Student Union. The staff of the Student Union have no good impression of this turbulent figure in the school, and one of the staff members even sarcastically said.

"Isn't this the brigade commander? Why did you join the organization you disdain the most?"

Faced with the provocation, Fu Ping'an smiled calmly and said, "I joined to save you."

The student union officials had no excuse to prevent Fu Ping'an from joining the association, so they could only register him. The feeling of a person who pinched his nose and endured his annoying joining the organization and was likely to become his own leader is funny.

After Fu Ping'an registered, he turned around and saw Liu Kanggan. Without any extra words, he only gave him a thumbs up and encouraged him: "Come on!"

"Come on." Liu Kanggan replied, a feeling of tragic and desolate feeling of moving forward without hesitation even though he knew he would fail.

It is ridiculous to think about the children of the Liu family who were forced to this extent by a child from a commoner.

The news that Fu Ping'an participated in the election quickly spread. Many freshmen who were unwilling to join the student union also joined the association. For nothing else, they just voted for the brigade commander. Some people in other grades who disliked the student union style also joined the association because they saw the forum post, "If you want to change, take action!" The twenty-year-old young man had not been completely defeated by reality, and there was still a fire that was not extinguished in his heart. Fu Ping'an's appearance ignited the fire and burned wildly.

The election is in full swing, and the presidents of all grades and several vice chairmen of the school student union are all trying their best. While Fu Ping'an is busy, he can never forget the unrestrained and charming red wild horse under the night sky. He is savoring and fantasizing that he may be able to tame the wild horse himself.
Chapter completed!