"How dare you address Lady Bernadette by her first name."

"Don't worry about it. Just tell me where Bernadette is."

"Student... Student Office." Irene answered his question first, and then spoke again. "Droste, aren't you being too casual with Lady Bernadette!?"

"Okay, don't bother me anymore, I'm leaving now."

Droste pulled up his collar and then walked forward. His lazy and casual image had completely disappeared, and now he looked determined and wise.

"The dance will start on time at 6pm. Please prepare for the dance early!"

"The dance will start on time at 6pm. Please prepare for the dance early!"

The loudspeakers in the auditorium were playing this sentence over and over again. Droste glanced at the clock on the wall, which had just pointed to around five o'clock.

There was still an hour left, but Irene was very anxious and urged me to come over and participate in this meaningless event.

Droste shook his head, put his hands in his pockets, and continued walking forward.

The surroundings were filled with busy student union members, more or less two or three people gathered together, chattering about today's activities.

"There's a school dance today! I wonder who the school will invite to form the music group! Will it be the female drummer I like so much?"

"I don't know. There is absolutely no news! There will be a performance by Class 4 later. It is said that they will perform a story about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs."

"Is this true? So cliche!"

"Not cliché, super sexy!!"

"Wait...you..."

"Hey! Look, isn't that President Bernadette? She's here too."

"Aren't you talking nonsense? Isn't the order of this auditorium controlled by the student union? I'm going to rush up and ask for an autograph."

"Hey, wait for me!"

"The ball cannot be without Lady Bernadette, just like the West cannot lose Jerusalem!"

"It's because of bad otakus like you that otakus are misunderstood by everyone!"

"Gan!"

The further he went inside, the more outrageous remarks he heard about Bernadette. Droste couldn't help but sigh. Bernadette's influence on the school student union was truly unparalleled.

After passing through the crowd and layers of obstacles, Droste finally found Bernadette in a small office.

She was standing next to several technicians, adjusting the things that would be used on stage, including a series of headsets, headphones, lighting and sound effects.

Seeing Droste coming, Bernadette waved at him and spoke in a low voice.

"Come here, Droste, come here."

Amid the envious gazes of the crowd, Droste walked forward and took the black headset from Bernadette.

"This thing is what we'll need for communication during the stage performance. It's a public microphone. Anyone with this black microphone can hear the sound. You should bring one too so I can contact you."

Looking at the exquisite and elegant black headset, Drost nodded. "No problem, what about now? You are in a hurry to ask Irene to call me over, what's the matter?" "Irene?" Bernadette frowned slightly. "I just asked her to remember to call you, but I didn't expect her to call you so early. Forget it, you don't have anything to do, just stay with me."

"Okay, no problem."

Droste responded, and in front of everyone, he dragged a stool and sat next to Bernadette.

He was not bothered by any urgent matters, so he relaxed his body, raised his head, and his eyes naturally fell on Bernadette in front of him.

Bernadette was wearing a black casual outfit. The design of this outfit was simple but stylish, with smooth lines that set off her figure and temperament. The slightly slim-fitting jacket was tightened at the waist to create a perfect arc, which also attracted many people's attention.

The black pants have a strong texture and are obviously made of expensive fabric. He wears a pair of short boots made of black cowhide, which makes his whole body look perfectly proportioned.

Her face was calm, and her eyes revealed a barely perceptible sharpness that gave people a strong sense of distance.

Everyone admired her, but was also a little afraid of her.

To be honest, this was the first time that Droste saw Bernadette at work, and he was also observing everyone's reactions to her. It seemed that Irene's fanatical admiration was real.

It's not just Irene, everyone else is the same, they are willing to go through fire and water for Bernadette.

After Bernadette finished a series of work, she breathed a sigh of relief, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on her.

"Who is in charge of the lighting?" Bernadette asked, her eyes scanning everyone present.

"President, I am responsible for the lighting."

"Go ahead, check it again."

"Yes."

The lighting technician hurried out with the task, and Bernadette, like before, carefully asked the people needed for each link. Everyone followed her orders, hurried and full of energy.

In the end, the only people left in this small equipment room were an equipment engineer who was fiddling with a large instrument, and Droste and Bernadette.

"What's your name?"

The equipment engineer turned around with some fear and answered respectfully.

"Master President, my name is Garces."

"Oh Garces, have you finished checking the things on hand? Let me take care of this equipment of yours, and you go take care of the equipment outside the field."

"Ah! Yes! I'll follow your instructions." Equipment engineer Garces nodded, stood up seriously, and then walked out.

Bernadette and Droste were the only ones left in the equipment room.

Watching Garces leaving, Droste suddenly had a premonition.

Their most respected president, the most serious and very cold Lady Bernadette, might be thinking of some weird ideas again.

Sure enough, when Droste turned around, Lady Bernadette was already leaning against his side. As for the large instrument, Lady Bernadette simply didn't bother to manage it.

"Droste, there are only two of us left now. Just do whatever you want. I will never give in!" Bernadette's whole body was pressed against Droste's left arm. Her beautiful figure was revealed through her coat, sticking to Droste's touch. (End of this chapter)