Chapter 1278: Chapter 719: The New President (Part 2)
Uh, well, except there’s a temporary bed on the living room sofa.
"Senior, have you been sleeping on the sofa all this time?"
The homebody witch looked at the temporary bed on the sofa, which was clearly well-used.
And since Christina was the only one in this house, with no other roommates, who could the owner of this temporary bed be?
"Yeah, since neither you nor the Chairman has come back to clear out your stuff, I didn’t want to move things around."
The senior with natural rainbow-colored hair said this while pouring tea and preparing snacks for the two of them.
"The school was planning to empty the place, but I stopped them. I knew you’d be back eventually. As for me, it doesn’t matter much. All I need is a place to sleep."
Christina waved her hand, and the Mage’s Hand brought over snacks and drinks. She skillfully poured herself a cup of extra-strong coffee, took a sip, and grimaced.
Though she didn’t like the bitterness of coffee, she drank it often, especially strong coffee. Not for any other reason than it being the cheapest way for workers to stay awake.
Dorothy looked at the deep dark circles under the senior’s eyes and was speechless.
"I think you really need a good environment for resting,"
she said, worrying for the first time in her life whether a witch could die from overwork, wondering what kind of job intensity could exhaust a Great Witch to this point.
However, the newly appointed Chairman just waved it off indifferently.
"No big deal. I have twelve part-time jobs to manage every day. I only spend one or two hours a week in the dormitory. Today just happens to be my day off, or you might not have seen me."
Upon hearing this, the homebody witch widened her eyes in disbelief, looking at the old subordinate as if she were a deity.
Turtle, twelve jobs in a day? What kind of workaholic emperor are you? Do you have hundreds of hours available in a day?
Dorothy remembered how Senior Mia had once introduced this Christina senior to her.
Yeah, the primeval witch is a poor soul, working diligently every day.
As a fellow poor soul, the homebody witch once felt a certain closeness to her, but now she felt utterly inadequate.
Thankfully this senior is a witch; otherwise, a mortal would have died from overwork by now.
"Doesn’t the Student Council President get a stipend?"
At this moment, the former chairman spoke up.
Sophia and Christina were old acquaintances, and the Pure White Witch naturally knew that this senior with primeval witch origins didn’t come from a well-off background. In the past, she had often helped her apply for various student loans, and their relationship was quite good.
But being the student council president does come with a salary, and it’s quite substantial, reaching the level of mid to senior management in well-known large Witch Associations outside.
After all, during her years as student council president, her personal funds grew quite a bit, though she genuinely wasn’t interested in money. She rarely had any spending needs; the teachers had already prepared everything she needed, and everyday expenses were reimbursed by the student council, so she hardly paid attention to her savings, only checking occasionally.
Hmm, the last time she checked was about half a year ago before she even knew the lady; even back then, her personal funds were probably worth about a hundred times the lady’s savings.
Of course, this money wasn’t all from the president’s salary; the actual pure salary was only a small part of it, roughly seven to eight times the lady’s savings. The rest of the income came from various scholarships over the years or commissions earned after completing school tasks.
In general, becoming student council president usually means no longer worrying about tuition fees; there’s hardly a need to work oneself to death.
"But that stipend is far from enough; you know how expensive the Evocation Series is to study, and I won’t be president for much longer, as I’m applying for graduation next year. I need to save some funds for the future since I’ll lose many perks and subsidies after losing my student status."
Christina sighed at the harshness of life as a witch.
Coming from a mortal family, her family couldn’t provide much help, even though they weren’t exactly ordinary; she was actually a princess of a small kingdom.
But what is a mortal princess worth in the Witch World? Her country wasn’t even a strong nation, not to mention helping her; instead, it often needed her to send money home, or else the entire country wouldn’t fare well.
So whether for herself or her country, now was not the time for her to rest.
"But, Chairman, how did you manage so many tasks before? I’ve expanded the student council threefold, yet our efficiency isn’t even half of yours. To handle the student council work, I’ve had to cut down on two-thirds of my part-time jobs, but it’s still exhausting."
The primeval witch looked at her predecessor with amazement and curiosity.
Some things seem easy when others do them, but once you actually get involved, it leaves you baffled. She took the position of student council president not just for the high salary but because Lady Sophia always seemed so relaxed.
Yes, in the past, Lady Sophia would only spend a few hours at the student council before and after classes; she even worked overtime sometimes when the lady wasn’t around, but after meeting her, she left work punctually every day and never stayed late.
How tiring can a job that doesn’t require overtime really be?
Christina initially thought so until she actually took over the president’s responsibilities.
Ah, she felt so naive, truly.
Her father, the Emperor, struggled with the affairs of a mortal country with a population of just a few million, almost working himself to illness. Witch Academy, on the other hand, had over five hundred million witch students alone, not to mention tens of billions if you include the servant races.
Who knew how many issues needed the student council president’s attention with such a population? On her first day in office, she was so busy she didn’t even have time for tea, let alone part-time jobs. She ended up working 24 hours straight to finish half of that day’s workload.
After several student council expansions and growing more skilled, she managed to take on some part-time jobs again.
But even so, her face’s dark circles, rivaling those of a War God’s mount in the Eastern Universe, said it all.
So, Lady Sophia, how did you achieve such efficiency? Is this what it means to be hailed as the most perfect student council president since the school’s founding?
"Uh, just handle things normally, with hands, right?"
Sophia looked puzzled by the inquiry.
She just worked normally, and the student council needed more members? She actually considered downsizing before and didn’t quite understand her senior’s concerns.
Christina: "......"
Wuwuwu, I’m sorry, Chairman, I was presumptuous, I don’t have hands.
The primeval witch, usually quite confident, was thoroughly shaken by this unexpected soul-searching.
Dorothy: "...."
The homebody witch also looked speechlessly at her roommate.
Oh dear, Sophia managed to show off! The invisible show-off is the deadliest.
But to be fair, no fluff, no fuss, as a plain bystander, indeed, hands are all you need.
After all, Dorothy once served as Prime Minister in Witch Academy, experiencing the terror of a mountain of decrees.
Even though she wasn’t very good at handling such affairs, she got the job done, with plenty of time for slack every day.
"Alright, lady, Chairman, let’s get back on topic."
Seeing these two with their perfect couple-like expressions, Christina felt ridiculed in every sense, as she downed another cup of coffee.
The coffee might be bitter, but not as bitter as her heart.
"Lady, Chairman, it’d be best if you two don’t walk around the school so conspicuously. The buzz hasn’t died down yet."
.....The primeval witch was mentally exhausted....