The lounge area of the Student Union Room was furnished with a dark wooden coffee table, its edges softened into smooth curves.
The rich aroma of hot coffee drifted from the porcelain cups and filled the room, calming everyone's nerves.
Frei sat on the sofa without saying a word, making no attempt to deny the president's words.
He had no intention of putting on a brave front, and he trusted the president's judgment completely.
"Please, President."
Lanchi asked sincerely.
A warmhearted person like him naturally wouldn't stand by when the school had urgent public matters that needed handling.
What was more, he had now joined the Student Management Committee responsible for such affairs, and his sense of duty and responsibility was exceptionally strong.
"Recently, an old small building on campus has urgently needed to be demolished. However, a team that was officially disbanded still occupies the wooden house as its clubroom, despite the safety hazards. So I'd like to ask you to persuade them to vacate it."
President Monast slowly explained the situation to the two newcomers.
This wooden building had originally belonged to the team Soul of a Fighter.
However, because of the team's poor performance in recent years, its excessive reliance on pure force, and its neglect of balance and teamwork, it had been downgraded and disbanded last year.
The building was now being privately occupied by former members who remained unofficially affiliated with the team.
Originally, the school and the Student Union could have turned a blind eye to the students' attachment to their old clubroom.
The problem was that the team's operations had been in terrible shape for years before its disbandment. The clubroom had gone unrepaired for a long time, and the team's usual training activities were extremely destructive. As a result, the building's magical