"What nonsense are you spouting! Greg isn't anything like the awful person you're making him out to be!"
A small but resolute voice rang out from the crowd.
Yelina stepped forward with her head held high and planted herself in front of Greg, hands on her hips, glaring fiercely at the three noble girls.
She was not particularly tall, but at that moment, she radiated a presence that could not be ignored.
As a staunch Greg-and-Vivian shipper, Yelina had absolute faith in the pair.
She believed Greg and her president, Vivian, were truly in love, because she had personally witnessed the changes Greg had brought about in Vivian.
Vivian had once always worn an icy expression, as though she cared nothing for anything in the world.
But as she spent more time with Greg, her expression had softened considerably, and warmth had begun to appear in those ice-blue eyes.
What made Yelina even more certain was this-aside from her official duties, Vivian had once done nothing but study and train, her life as monotonous as a precision machine.
Recently, however, Yelina had noticed that Vivian had actually begun learning to cook in her spare time.
Several times, when she passed the cooking room, she had seen Vivian holding a spatula and studying a recipe intently, as though facing an extremely important exam.
And surely, she was doing all this to surprise Greg at the year-end Full Moon Festival!
The reason Yelina cared so much about these two was that she had admired Vivian ever since her second year.
In her eyes, Vivian was perfection incarnate-powerful, beautiful, disciplined, and everything she wanted to become.
And Greg's arrival had given that perfect president a touch of everyday humanity, a little human warmth.
As she watched them interact and saw President Vivian change