Only magic can defeat magic.
This principle applies to many situations.
For example, the current situation.
What to do if the Student Council causes trouble?
The most effective measure is to find a Student Council member of a higher rank than this high-ranking official Fanxite and suppress him!
There are only four senior officials above him.
The president, Milton, and the vice president Beaufort, were both students in the Innovation Department.
Lancelot wants to suppress Fanxite, and these two are the most suitable people to do it.
After obtaining Beaufort's contact number, Lancelot spent a few minutes learning about the vice president's background before making the call.
About ten seconds later, the call was connected.
A tall, handsome young man from Quebec with striking features and pale gold skin appeared on the projection screen. Behind him stretched an endless, barren wasteland, with occasional animal shadows appearing, their whereabouts unknown.
Upon seeing Lancelot, Beaufort's eyes lit up slightly, clearly recognizing the Joint Entrance Examination winner.
"Good evening, senior. Let me introduce myself. I'm Lancelot, a first-year student at the academy."
Lancelot maintained a respectful attitude towards Beaufort, his expression and actions were perfectly appropriate.
Beaufort smiled slightly, "Junior's name is legendary. The first-ever champion of the Innovation School in the Joint Entrance Examination, you have brought honor to our Innovation School Ability Energy. In the time since the Joint Entrance Examination ended, I have felt extremely proud and honored wherever I go."
"Not at all, senior is truly a genius. In just a few years, he rose to the top five of the Holy Sword Ranking. Moreover, in the battle against the Sea Clan, he single-handedly saved thousands of soldiers and was praised by Director Steel Tiger."
Seniors like you are the role models we juniors should learn from...
Lancelot showered him with praise; putting everything else aside, he was quite skilled in this area.
As expected, upon hearing Lancelot's words, Beaufort's face lit up with an undisguised smile of pleasure, and his gaze softened even more as he looked at him.
Young man, if you can talk, then say more!
Although Beaufort is often praised and has long been immune to it, this time is different.
Who praised him?
The Joint Entrance Examination champion, Lancelot, this greatly satisfied Beaufort's vanity.
Then, Beaufort began to praise Lancelot as well.
The two exchanged pleasantries for a good three or four minutes before finally stopping and, with Lancelot taking the lead, getting down to business.
Lancelot didn't beat around the bush and recounted the entire incident directly, all the while subtly observing Beaufort.
Lancelot quickly concluded that this senior student was most likely not in cahoots with Fanxite.
In fact, there should be some conflicts between the two sides.
"Hmph, this Fanxite always abuses his power for personal gain; it's not the first or second time he's done it."
I never expected them to go this far, not even giving their junior any face.
Beaufort rebuked him sternly.
Lancelot raised an eyebrow and quickly said, "Please, senior, do me the right thing. Lancelot would be extremely grateful. From now on, I will obey your every command."
Upon hearing this, a smile flashed in Beaufort's eyes.
That's exactly what he was waiting for.
Everyone wants to invest in a genius like Lancelot, but not everyone is qualified to do so.
Often, you can't even find a way in.
Take doing business, for example. You know which business is profitable, but 99% of people can't even get a ticket to participate.
If you recklessly invest all your savings, you'll most likely end up losing everything.
Beaufort had always wanted to befriend Lancelot, but he never had the opportunity.
This time, the latter took the initiative to approach them, which can be described as a godsend.
Beaufort wanted to laugh out loud and thank Fanxite for it; without the latter, he wouldn't have had the chance to do Lancelot a favor.
"Don't worry, junior. I'll call Fanxite right away, give him a stern talking-to, and make sure that student gets justice and your losses are recovered," Beaufort assured him, patting his chest.
Lancelot naturally thanked him profusely and subtly gleaned a great Fanxite of information about Van Sitter from Beaufort.
According to Beaufort, this Fanxite came from a poor background; he was the son of an ordinary citizen and a member of a minority group, and he encountered many setbacks growing up.
Especially in the early stages, Fanxite was just an ordinary student at a provincial-level Transcendent academy. His talent was average, and he only awakened a D-level Ability Energy. He wasn't doing very well, and although he was brave and daring, his progress was very slow.
Until one day, for some unknown reason, this guy received funding from a Fax People's Consortium.
With abundant resources and his own Tenacious Will, Fanxite fought his way to the Holy Sword Academy.
It is worth mentioning that not all students in the Innovation Department at the Holy Sword Academy are admitted through the Joint Entrance Examination entrance examination.
A significant number of students were selected from provincial-level Transcendent schools.
After all, the talent of the Innovation School is not as intuitive as that of the Sublimation School; there are too many variables, and many are late bloomers.
This has resulted in a great many hidden gems within the Innovation School.
To prevent these geniuses from being wasted, the Innovation Department organizes personnel every year to select from various Transcendent schools, especially those who have achieved a second or even third awakening on their own.
"Sponsored by a large conglomerate..." Lancelot sneered, now almost certain that this high-ranking Student Council member was sent by that Blood Clan boy to cause him trouble.
Seeing Lancelot's expression, Beaufort's eyes flickered slightly.
As the saying goes, if you're going to help someone, help them all the way. Since we've already gained Lancelot's favor, we might as well deepen it further.
"If you're looking for revenge, junior, I do have some connections..."
Lancelot was overjoyed upon hearing this and quickly said, "In that case, thank you very much, senior. Don't worry, Lancelot repay you in the future."
"Haha, no problem, no problem..."
The two chatted for a while longer before Lancelot hung up the phone, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Fanxite, Peidasi..."
Huff! Huff!
Heavy breathing, accompanied by the sound of sweat dripping onto the floor, echoed in the small, dimly lit room.
A young man, shirtless and barefoot, wearing only shorts, is doing handstand push-ups.
The screen on the adjacent wall displayed the number "86".
"963, 964, 965... 999, 1000!"
The young man, whose skin was bright red, did 1,000 handstand push-ups under 86 times the force of gravity, then did a few simple stretches before preparing for the next set of exercises.
Just then, the communication device on the wall rang.
Fanxite frowned and connected the communication.
A man who was about thirty years old appeared. His name was Gao Luo, and he was considered one of Fanxite's confidants.
"What is it? Don't you know I can't be disturbed when I'm training?" Fanxite scolded.
Gao Luo lowered his head slightly, his face contorted with worry, and said, "Fanxite Cleef, I have no choice. Just now, the inspectors barged in, took away that credit dealer named Xijie, and made us return the two hundred-plus credits they had previously confiscated. They said it was Vice President Beaufort's order..."
"Beaufort?" Fanxite's face darkened. "Why would he stand up for Lancelot?"
"Forgive my bluntness, but anyone with eyes can see that Lancelot is the next generation leader of our Innovation Department. Going against him..." Gao Luo didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.
Fanxite glanced at him coldly and scoffed, "So what? No matter how talented he is, he still needs time to grow."
As for me, I graduated two years later, and we never saw each other again.
Besides, I didn't completely offend him; otherwise, that Gopher Raquel wouldn't have escaped either.
"If that's the case, why did you provoke him?" Gao Luo didn't understand. Why would someone go looking for trouble when there was no enmity between them?
They caused trouble, and they even had a backup plan...
"You don't understand, some things just have to be done," Fanxite said coldly.
After pacing a few steps, Fanxite said, "Since the person has been taken away by the inspection department, let's leave it at that. From now on, without my orders, don't cause Lancelot any more trouble."
Hearing this, Gao Luo breathed a sigh of relief.
Fanxite Sit waved his hand impatiently, and Gao Luo hung up the communication. The projection turned into a line of white light and disappeared.
"Lancelot..." Fanxite stood with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself.
After standing there quietly for a while, Fanxite dialed another number.
The projection unfolded, revealing a pale-skinned, red-haired Blood Clan boy Peidasi.
The latter was currently embracing both of them, his hands were very restless, and the two bunny-eared girls were in pain from his actions, but they could only maintain a smile.
Do they know how terrifying this seemingly gentle and refined young man can be when he goes berserk? More than a dozen of his sisters had their throats bitten open by him and died tragically.
"How did it go? Is everything done?" Peidasi pushed the two bunny-eared girls aside and asked expectantly.
Fanxite said with a regretful expression, "It was all done, and all the credits had been collected, but just now, the Student Council vice president Beaufort, intervened and took the person back."
"What?!" Peidasi jumped to his feet, angrily demanding, "What kind of work are you doing?!"
What Peidasi failed to notice was that he had already been drawn into the context set up by Fanxite.
Fanxite only arrested Xijie, one of Raquel's subordinates; he didn't truly offend Lancelot.
His words to Peidasi were rather vague, without mentioning any specific actions.
Peidasi thought that Fanxite had ordered his men to wipe out all of Lancelot's businesses, and his anger stemmed from the fact that the cooked duck had flown away.
Hearing Peidasi's reprimand, Fanxite's face also turned cold, and he angrily retorted, "Peidasi, I did everything you asked me to do, but what could I do? I'm just a senior Student Council officer, while Beaufort is the vice president. Rank matters. Do you expect me to personally take him back?"
"I've worked so hard for you, and this is your attitude?"
Fanxite understood one principle well.
When dealing with your boss, sometimes a little bit of confrontation can actually earn you their respect.
As expected, Peidasi was a bit stunned by the rebuttal.
Dude, I only said one thing to you, is that really such a big deal?
However, Peidasi did feel guilty about the matter.
Fanxite did indeed do his best.
Moreover, this person was a key figure being groomed by the family, so Peidasi couldn't afford to offend him too much and could only apologize with a smile.
Fanxite, seizing the opportunity, calmed his expression and sighed before saying earnestly, "Third Young Master, Lancelot is indeed utterly despicable, but dealing with him requires careful planning. This matter cannot be rushed."
"Yes, you're right. I was too hasty. After all, he's a champion in the Joint Entrance Examination, and he's not so easy to control."
However, this guy made me look bad in public, and this is definitely not over.
Fanxite remained silent, but his opinion of the Morgan Family's third son plummeted.
The two discussed their plan against Lancelot, with Peidasi doing most of the talking.
When Fanxite occasionally spoke, it was mostly flattery, which made the young master of the Morgan Family very happy.
After a long while, the call ended.
Fanxite gripped the communicator tightly in his hand, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty.
After a long while, he finally sighed, "I had no choice in the matter!"