Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 334

She stepped up to the podium, her voice gentle, "Hey everyone, I'm Jillian. From middle school through high school, I served as class president. I'm responsible and have strong leadership skills. I believe I can make a real difference for each of you..."

Jillian introduced herself thoroughly, talking for a full five minutes.

"And that's my speech. Thanks, everyone."

The applause was sparse and scattered.

Jillian had said too much, and honestly, no one was in the mood to listen.

Back in high school, they were all tired of these bossy class officers-too talkative and overly controlling. Now that they were in college, they were even less interested in being managed.

"Forget the speeches! The only one fit to be class president is Flora, no one else!" someone shouted.

"I vote for Flora too!"

"Flora's got my vote!"

Once someone took the lead, others quickly followed suit.

Flora was a national top scorer, nearly perfect in every subject. Her becoming class president was something everyone could agree on.

The senior class rep gave a resigned smile. "With so many votes for Flora, it looks like Flora is our class president."

Jillian's smile froze, her fingers almost digging into her palm.

With everyone choosing Flora, what did that make her?

Was her speech just a joke?

Flora hadn't really wanted to be class president, knowing well the burdens it carried.

It was a thankless job that often left you stuck between a rock and a hard place.

"Senior, I'm afraid I'm not up for the class president role."

Flora stood, adding, "My personality isn't really suited for it either."

The senior was taken aback by the refusal. In college, the class president was the only student who regularly interacted with the school's leadership, which was super helpful for scholarships and awards. It also provided access to the latest academic resources.

This was the first time she'd seen someone turn it down.

Cheryl tugged at Flora's sleeve, her voice a bit too loud, "Come on, Flora, don't be so modest. Who else but you could do it? Don't worry, we're all easy to get along with. Whatever you say goes, we won't give you any trouble!"

"Exactly, we'll only accept you as class president."

"Don't turn it down! President Shen!"

With everyone insisting, Flora had no choice but to accept.

Jillian's chest heaved with barely contained fury, casting a resentful glance at Flora. All that pretending, claiming she couldn't handle it, and yet here she was, taking the position.

Next, they elected the study committee chair, youth league secretary, organization committee chair, and arts committee chair.

Eilies was elected as the organization committee chair.

Cheryl, with her cute looks and outgoing personality, was chosen as the arts committee chair.

The youth league secretary and study committee chair went to two rather scholarly-looking boys.

In dorm room 407, aside from Jillian, Flora, Eilies, and Cheryl all secured positions on the student council.

...

The next morning, the school organized everyone to pick up their training uniforms.

The hall in the second building was packed, and with the sweltering weather, it felt like an oven.

"Oh my God, look at this line, it's gonna kill me," Cheryl lamented, almost in tears.

"That's what you get for oversleeping," Eilies teased.

"With a line this long, how long will we have to wait? Save me!"

Jillian, meanwhile, scanned the crowd for someone she knew; she didn't want to wait in line.

Flora's gaze landed on Kaylee, who was helping distribute the training uniforms. She walked over to ask, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm helping out." Kaylee's face was sunburnt, with sweat continuously streaming down.

Flora frowned at the sight.

"Try these on over there. If they don't fit, bring them back for adjustments." Kaylee handed Flora the uniform and shoes.

Cheryl shamelessly edged closer, "Hey, beauty, I'm in the same dorm as Flora. Can we get three medium sets..."

Kaylee generously handed over three sets.