Chapter 165 Bernadette's Hard Work
"Um... no, don't you have to go to club activities in the afternoon?"

Droste waved his hand helplessly and rejected him. The situation would have been very awkward if he, the culprit, had not taken the initiative to attack.

Also, Patrick has such a dirty head and his sexual fantasies are so powerful that he is definitely a sex addict, no doubt about it.

"Is that so? Okay then." Patrick nodded in agreement, then he seemed to remember something and changed the subject.

"That's not right, Droste, you haven't been to club activities for a long time, right? I haven't seen you in the past few days."

"Didn't you say that the student union had something going on? Last time, that assistant, Irene, came over and told us about it."

"Ah, um... yes..."

Is there such a thing?

Droste touched his chin. No wonder he was really busy with other things recently and had no trouble. He came to the door and it turned out that it was the little maid Bernadette who was helping.

And after thinking about it carefully, Droste realized that he had not visited Bernadette for a long time.

The hungry Bernadette didn't urge him, it seemed she was really busy.

Then let's go to the club this afternoon and take a look. As for teacher Fremeya's illness, just take some time to ask teacher Ilinal.

I guess Teacher Fremea hasn't accepted this fact yet, so I don't need to show up in such a hurry.

While thinking, Droste finalized the recent arrangements.

Weekend shopping, shopping with Mrs. Isabel, to see what the maid Bernadette is doing recently.

There are no others for the time being.

After what happened last night, Droste decided not to let Albedo and Nicoled join Mrs. Isabel's dessert shop.

He was worried that Mrs. Isabel would not be able to control Nicolaïde's bad character, so he didn't take the risk.

Moreover, he needed to be more careful to suppress Nicole's bad temper.

"Droste? What's wrong? You're also starting to daydream, right?"

Patrick arched his back.

"Ah, it's okay. Yes, I have to go to the student union, so I won't go with you today. As for teacher Fremea's matter, I don't think you need to worry. They are all minor issues."

Droste was startled for a moment, then came to his senses and said with a smile.

"But you can go and see the teacher. Maybe the teacher will fall in love with you. You never know."

"A delicate... sexy... sickly... powerless female teacher..."

After saying this, Droste tapped Patrick's chest and bewitched him with a smile.

"This this……"

Patrick, the famous lolita complex, was indeed hesitant.

"Ugh..."

……

The raindrops hit the window, making a crisp sound, and the wind took the opportunity to whistle past, bringing a hint of coolness.

Droste stood at the door of the classroom, looking at the heavy rain outside the window, his brows slightly frowned.

Obviously, this kind of weather was not suitable for going home, which coincided with his plan to go to the Student Union.

That's fine, let's go to the Student Union President's office. Thinking this, Droste turned around and said hello to Phoenix and Patrick.

"I'm going to the student council president's place. Are you two going to the club?"

"Yes, no problem. If you see President Bernadette, remember to say hello to her for me. The last time I saw her was in the cafeteria 24 hours and 07 minutes ago."

"I remember it so clearly. You're such a jerk."

Droste cursed with a smile.

"I'm really sorry for being a memory genius."

Patrick flicked his hair in a cool way.

"As the Pleasant Goat who is closest to Beautiful Goat, I am truly sorry."

Droste pointed to the student union badge on his chest, which was shining with gold and looked very majestic.

"you!"

……

Droste walked alone in the rain, with the umbrella in his hand opened in the drizzle, and the raindrops gently hit the umbrella surface, making a crackling sound.

The world around me seemed to have been washed by rain, and the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and plants.

He walked slowly along the path on campus. The trees and flowers on the roadside looked more vibrant after being nourished by the rain.

Occasionally, Drost stopped to admire the scenery in the rain, feeling the coolness and tranquility brought by the rain. As Drost approached the office building, the rain seemed to ease. He walked past rows of classrooms and turned a corner.

In front of him was the office of the student union president. Droste knocked lightly and then slowly pushed the door open.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

What caught my eye was still the desk facing the door. A familiar figure was looking down, writing something on a piece of paper, looking very busy.

After entering the door, the cabinet on the left is exquisite and heavy, with a very neat frame, and it is obviously made of good wood. There are some traces of horizontal grip on the small sofa on the right, which seems to indicate that the owner of the room has rested on it a lot.

The whole room was relatively empty, but there were not many people there. There was only President Bernadette who was writing at her desk, and the sound of rustling strokes.

Hearing the voice, President Bernadette did not look up. Her voice was cold and no emotion could be heard.

"Consult Assistant Irene on your right when you leave for work. The Student Union has been quite busy lately, so you don't have the time or energy to contact me directly."

"Of course, if you have any suggestions, I'd still like to listen. But I can't put down what I'm doing for now. Just listen while you work. You can sit on the small sofa on the right."

More than ten seconds passed after she finished speaking, but there was no response from the person in front of her. President Bernadette frowned slightly.

I felt secretly dissatisfied.

You're obviously very busy at work, but you're so rash and just barge in without saying anything, wasting everyone else's time. Don't you think you care about your work?
Is this person a member of the student union? This kind of bad behavior needs to be discussed.

The black ink pen in her hand soon stopped, and the rustling sound disappeared. President Bernadette raised her head and looked at the person who came.

"Classmate, I'm preparing to talk to you...Droste?"

The moment she saw the person coming, Bernadette was stunned. She was startled at first, her pupils shrank, and then a look of joy appeared on her face.

"Droste...ah no no, young master~how come you have time to come to my place? Aren't you very busy recently? I have helped you to get rid of things."

Having said this, Bernadette shook her sore wrists and stood up from the large office chair.

(End of this chapter)