Chen Zebin's face went red at once.

He hadn't crossed paths with Xu Ye before, but he had heard about him.

He hadn't expected a little first-year junior to come back at him like that, in a setting like this. Feeling he had lost face, he slapped the table, stood straight up and said loudly, "What's that supposed to mean?!"

Xu Ye shrugged and said indifferently, "I don't mean anything by it. It was a joke. What are you getting so worked up for?"

Chen Zebin couldn't get a word out.

Because a moment ago he had said exactly the same thing himself.

Seeing that, Li Lulu hurried over to smooth things over, then found Xu Ye and Yang Fei two seats and sat them down.

About ten minutes later Xu Ye heard a stir from downstairs. A young man in a suit came up to the second floor with several people behind him, and the twenty-odd people who had been sitting down all got to their feet. "President~"

Yang Fei saw everyone get up and was about to get up himself, but Xu Ye was sitting beside him without moving a muscle, so he hesitated.

In the end Yang Fei didn't stand. He figured that doing what Xu Ye did could never be wrong.

This last young man to arrive was Jiang Tao, president of the School of Finance student union, and the several people behind him were all senior figures within it.

Jiang Tao swept a glance over the room, let it rest on Xu Ye and Yang Fei for a moment, then pressed a hand downward and smiled. "Sit down, everyone. It's a dinner, let's not stand on so much ceremony."

Only then did the group sit down.

"President, sit at this table."

"President, come sit with us."

"President, we've got plenty of room here."

"..."

Xu Ye had no real dealings with these people ordinarily and knew nothing about them; tonight was an education. He had genuinely not expected the student union's bureaucratic style to be quite this badass.

There were four tables set out on…