Medford High elects a new Student Council President every year, and the new President is chosen from the twelfth grade students of that year.
To ensure that the position does not remain vacant for too long, the new Student Council President is usually elected within a week of the new school year's start.
The election period is very tight.
While other interested students were still signing up, Nell, who had prepared early, had already begun to build momentum for herself.
This girl cleverly posted her election declaration at the school gate and in the teaching building in advance.
'Nell: Make Medford Great Again!'
'Nell: Long Live the Medford Team!!!'
And other brainwashing slogans.
By Friday, after layers of selection, Sheldon and Nell successfully defeated "numerous" opponents and both became the final candidates for Student Council President.
"Mike, do you think Sheldon can succeed?" Lina, sitting in the first row of the school auditorium, turned to look at Mike beside her.
Yes, today is the final moment to elect this year's Student Council President.
The two remaining candidates have already gone to the side of the stage to prepare.
A temporary podium has also been set up in the middle of the stage.
Below the auditorium seats were densely packed students from all grades.
"Who knows?" Mike seemed uninterested in the girl's question.
All "smart people" know that the Student Council President is a thankless position, so Sheldon's true opponent, from beginning to end, was only Nell, who was enthusiastic about power.
If Sheldon really wanted to be this President, Missy had already given him the answer before.
It just depends on whether he uses it or not.
Mike, who didn't care about this, turned to look at the girl on the other side and asked, "Mia, are you sure your grandmother specifically asked to see me?"
Although the girl had not yet confessed, Mike knew that Mia's grandmother was Queen Renaldi of Genovia.
Meeting a Queen, it felt a little exciting just thinking about it.
"Yes, maybe this weekend, Joseph will come to pick you up." Mia had a faint smile on her face, but in her heart, she was thinking that Mike's expression would surely be very interesting when he found out about her identity as a princess.
Through this period of persistent etiquette learning, the girl's temperament became increasingly dignified.
It's just that her easygoing personality, etched into her bones, would still show through inadvertently.
Speaking of which, Mia, who revealed her true beauty on the first day of school, shocked a lot of people.
However, as the girl intentionally moved closer to Mike over the following week, her aura seemed to disappear again.
People's attention was more focused on Mike.
As for Mike, students were already used to beautiful girls appearing around him.
As Mike and Mia chatted in the auditorium, the time quickly arrived for the Student Council President election.
Headmaster Tom, with his white hair, slowly walked to the center of the stage and said into the microphone, "It's a pleasure to meet you young people again. You make me feel like my old bones have become much younger..."
The old Headmaster, nearly seventy, was joking, but in reality, his condition was much more aged compared to the first half of the year.
If nothing unexpected happened, he should resign from his position as Headmaster at the end of this year.
"...This Student Council President election will be a novel experience for you." After a few casual remarks, the old Headmaster was clearly a bit tired.
So, he turned to the side of the stage and said, "The rest of the election process will be handed over to Mr. Tim."
Tim Meadows, the Dean of Students at Medford High, is a young man with a gentle and capable heart.
It's just that due to his position, he is not very popular among students.
"Quiet, everyone!"
Tim took over from the old Headmaster, stood in front of the microphone, mentioned discipline, and then continued, "The Student Council President election has come to its final moment. Now there are only two heavyweights left for the ultimate showdown!"
The Dean of Students was full of vigor, creating a tense atmosphere with his unique broadcasting voice; one might have thought it was a boxing match.
"They are, Nell Cavanaugh versus Sheldon Cooper! One of them will become your Student Council President for this semester..."
Saying this, Tim led the students' gazes to the side of the stage, where the two candidates were preparing.
Facing the students' gazes, Nell, in an off-white long dress, smiled and waved to everyone.
Compared to her, Sheldon, who had specially worn a small formal dress and a formal small bow tie, seemed a bit dazed at the moment.
"Please listen carefully to the speeches later and make your choice seriously..." Not long after, Tim brought everyone's attention back: "Now, ladies first, please welcome Nell to deliver her campaign speech first—"
After explaining the process, Tim, who was about to yield the stage, suddenly turned back to the microphone and said, "Let me add one more thing: please be sure to maintain order in the hall during the speeches!"
This was the duty of the Dean of Students.
However, Tim still underestimated the students' rebellious psychology.
"Bite me—"
Along with the warning, an arrogant voice instantly rang out from below the stage.
"Brad Kent, two days detention!"
"Do you want to try a week of detention?"
Tim's eyes were sharp, and he precisely singled out the disruptive student below, educating him with a dark face: "Behave yourselves—"
After waiting for a while, seeing that no students were causing trouble, the Dean of Students went to the side of the stage, showed a smile, and said to Nell, "Go ahead, don't be nervous."
Nell was certainly not nervous; this girl had already made all preparations in advance.
In her white dress with a sweet smile, she looked like a girl next door at this moment.
"First, I want to tell everyone, I love football." Nell's tone was like chatting with a friend, and then she pointed at Mike in the first row, as if suppressing her enthusiasm, cheering restrainedly: "Long live the Medford Team! Long live Mike!!!"
There are no Texans who don't like football.
Mike's performance on the school football team last year was also clear to all the students.
As everyone's emotions were stirred, a loud cheer immediately erupted in the auditorium.
This cheer was for the school football team, and also for Mike, the star player.
The clever Nell successfully leveraged this momentum.
"Mike, did she notify you in advance?" Lina's expression as she looked at the stage revealed dissatisfaction.
This method of using others to promote oneself, for people who are not familiar with each other, is neither polite nor respectful.
"No, but there's no need to fuss over it..." Mike wasn't so petty as to argue with a girl over something like this.
"She got off easy." Lina shook her head.
As the head of the Mike Fanclub, Lina was now considered a prominent figure in the school.
If she wanted to, targeting a girl would not be difficult.
However, since Mike had already spoken, Lina naturally would not overstep her bounds.
"I have one more thing to tell everyone." On the stage, Nell continued her performance: "Actually, I am also a Christian..."
"Praise the lord!!!"
It is well known that being religious is politically correct in Texas.
If you believe in religion and I also believe in religion, then we are our own people.
Coupled with the practice of posting slogans before the election, Nell's entire series of combined moves earned her a lot of goodwill from the students.
"There's not much to say about my situation, so let me talk about my opponent today!" After gaining a certain degree of goodwill, Nell bared her fangs and aimed her spearhead at her opponent, Sheldon.
"As far as I know, my opponent Sheldon is an atheist..."
Listening to the girl speak eloquently, Sheldon on the side of the stage widened his eyes.
Launching a sneak attack strategy on a ten-year-old boy was clearly not in line with martial ethics.