The Seductive Deceitful Man Joins the Army

Yu Fuli had barely pulled out a chair and settled in when there was another knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

The door was pushed open, and the girl who walked in had striking long rose-red hair and a face as exquisite as a doll in a shop window. She exuded an aura of arrogance that said, "I am a young lady."

Yu Fuli recognized her.

The former president of Yunbai's fan club.

She initially came to teach him a lesson for Yunbai's sake, but after he made his move, she dramatically switched sides and became the president of his personal fan club.

He even remembered that he had asked her to promote the Communist Manifesto in the association.

...I feel ashamed.

As her thoughts drifted to this point, Yu Fuli suddenly realized that she had never known the president's name.

He coughed twice to cover up the subtle embarrassment, and then adopted the tone befitting a teacher: "Excuse me, is there something you need?"

The girl placed the stack of documents she was holding onto his desk with a swift and decisive motion.

"Ms. Yu, I'm here to transfer to another class."

Yu Fuli took the documents, and the name in the top column clearly read: Qiao Qi.

"Georgia?" He quickly glanced at the form, looked up, and asked with a tone of confirmation and necessary reminder, "You want to transfer to our F class? Our class's situation... is a bit special. Are you sure you've thought it through?"

He put it very tactfully. The situation in Class F was more than just somewhat special; it was incredibly complex and complicated, too complicated to explain in a few words.

Leaving aside the complicated background, the student body of the class was of mixed quality, which is why it was generally considered a "garbage class".

Even a top student like Lin Xun might not have ended up here if he hadn't been bullied so badly in his original class.

"So what if I'm in a trash class?" Qiao Qi curled her lip, her tone full of indifference and a hint of impatience from being restricted. "Anyway, my grades are just so-so. If it weren't for my dad's insistence on stopping me, feeling ashamed, I would have been in Class F long ago. Like Yun Bai, doing whatever I want, so free and easy."

She got angry when she heard this.

In her opinion, the old F class was so much better. The teachers basically didn't care, and the students were all in their own world, living a carefree and happy life every day.

"Besides," Qiaoqi changed the subject, leaning closer, her hands clasped to her chest, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Yu Fuli, "being in Class F means seeing your beautiful face every day, which makes my whole day feel so energized!"

Yu Fuli: "…………"

He really didn't understand the way these students who were obsessed with looks thought.

However, he could also see that Qiaoqi's gaze held more of a pure appreciation for beautiful things, without any other inappropriate or uncomfortable meaning. So he said no more and efficiently completed the transfer procedures for her.

"By the way," Yu Fuli said casually, remembering something after finishing her business, "how's that fan club you used to be in charge of doing now?"

Mentioning this, Qiaoqi's shoulders slumped slightly, looking somewhat dejected: "Not good."

Yu Fuli understood.

It's perfectly normal to encounter difficulties in the initial stages of spreading new ideas to a world that has never encountered the concept of communism. He was about to offer some words of comfort, "It's okay, just take it one step at a time," when he heard George mutter something else:

"We've only recruited five hundred people."

Yu Fuli: "...?"

His prepared explanation caught in his throat. He blinked, thinking he'd misheard: "What do you mean 'only'? Five hundred people is already a lot!"

"But our college has nearly 60,000 students!" Qiao Qi exclaimed excitedly, counting on her fingers. "Yun Bai's fan club had over 20,000 members at its peak. Jiang Yu's was even more outrageous, reportedly 40,000! I only managed to gather 500 people, it's an absolute disgrace!" She clenched her fist indignantly, her eyes filled with resentment. "Teacher, you're clearly more beautiful than them all. Logically, everyone should be bowing down to your... uh, your charm!"

Yu Fuli's lips twitched almost imperceptibly as she decided to automatically filter out the last, slightly odd metaphor.

However, through Qiao Qi's example, he gained a completely new quantitative understanding of the energy and obsession of the appearance-obsessed group.

"It's all because so few of your photos have been released," Qiaoqi was still analyzing to herself, frustrated that her work hadn't been perfect. "If I could take more photos and edit them properly before releasing them, I dare say the fan club could grow dozens of times larger!"

Several times more?

This word, like a tiny spark, splashed into Yu Fuli's heart with a hiss.

He had only asked casually, mainly to offer comfort, but now he felt a quiet corner in his chest suddenly illuminated.

Dozens of times! Even if it's just from five hundred to ten thousand, that's ten thousand people who will have the opportunity to come into contact with, understand, and even agree with new ideas!

Moreover, these are college students with active minds and a willingness to accept new things, making them the ideal breeding ground for spreading ideas and accumulating strength...

Doesn't the seed of revolution need just such fertile soil?

He quickly lowered his eyes, concealing the burning light that suddenly shone in them but was forcibly suppressed. He picked up the thermos beside him, tactically took a sip of water, and then made his voice sound as calm as usual.

"Ahem..." Yu Fuli cleared her throat, trying to keep her expression serious. "Helping students is a teacher's duty. Regarding the photos... if they are indeed helpful to the support group, I can provide some assistance. We can communicate anytime if needed."

Although deep down he felt that the tactic of "using beauty to attract attention to revolutionary ideas" was a bit unethical, he thought again that extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures, and he should expand his sphere of influence first! The route could be adjusted, but the priority was to get people involved.

"Great! We can go film now!" Qiaoqi's eyes lit up like searchlights, and she rubbed her hands together eagerly. "I'm going to let the whole school experience the visual assault of Teacher Yu!"

Yu Fuli quickly picked up the timetable on the table and glanced at it—great, no classes for the next two periods. There was enough time…

But he immediately stopped this somewhat irresponsible thought, resuming his teacherly demeanor, his tone gentle yet uncompromising: "Nonsense. Class time is for studying. Go back to the classroom first, we'll talk about this during break time."

Although Qiao Qi was eager to go, under Yu Fuli's unquestionable teacher authority, she obediently replied "okay," and left the office with the transfer materials, looking back every few steps.

The moment the door closed, Yu Fuli could still hear her excitedly muttering to herself outside, "I'll come right after class."

The office returned to quiet.

Yu Fuli sat back in his chair, his fingertips tapping the table. Dozens of times... college students... He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress the flame that had risen in his heart due to the enormous potential for publicity.

"System, retrieve activity data for fan club-related sections of the school forum, as well as mainstream aesthetic preferences analysis," he calmly instructed in his mind.

[Data retrieval in progress. Analysis shows that visual content is far more efficient at disseminating information than plain text, especially high-quality images of people. Host, are you sure you want to adopt this approach?] The system's electronic voice remained as steady as ever.

"Special channels, special methods." Yu Fuli opened her eyes, her gaze falling on the bright sunlight outside the window. She murmured to herself, as if speaking to the system, or perhaps convincing herself, "First let people see it, then let people hear it."