Chaos Theory

The senior, unfazed by the stunned silence, snapped the stack of papers against the podium and continued, voice as smooth and cruel as ice:

Senior:
"And now - Rule Number Two."

A collective shudder passed through the students.
Some of them looked like they were physically shrinking into their seats.
Love let out a tiny squeak beside Dunk.

Dunk just blinked, exhausted already without moving a muscle.

Dunk (thinking, dry as hell):
There's a second one?
...Of course there is.
They're on a power trip.

Senior (smiling way too sweetly):
"Rule Two:
Leadership Club members must prioritize club duties over personal schedules.
Classes, family, part-time jobs - none of these are acceptable excuses for missing a club event."

Someone at the back of the room actually gasped.

Even Dunk, master of keeping a straight face, felt his eyebrow twitch slightly.

Dunk (thinking, sharp and sarcastic):
Prioritize this club over actual university classes?
Brilliant.
Absolutely brilliant.
Maybe next they'll ask for blood donations.

The senior smiled wider, like she knew exactly how much everyone hated this - and loved it.

She leaned in toward the mic.

Senior (final punch):
"Remember: Excellence demands sacrifice."

The senior snapped her clipboard shut with a sharp clap that echoed in the dead-silent auditorium.

She smiled - a smile so fake it practically dripped glue.

Senior:
"And now, finally... Rule Number Three."

You could feel the tension crackling in the air.
Someone a few rows ahead even muttered, "There's more?" under their breath.

Love beside Dunk was practically vibrating in her seat with anxiety.
Dunk, meanwhile, leaned back casually, arms crossed - the picture of false calm.

Dunk (thinking, amused):
Come on.
Shock me.

Senior (announcing proudly):
"Rule Three:
No romantic relationships are allowed between club members."

Complete silence.

You could have heard a pin drop.

Even Dunk, prepared for almost anything, felt his brain short-circuit for exactly half a second.

Dunk (thinking, blank):
...Excuse me?

The senior continued, completely serious:

Senior:
"Relationships cause unnecessary distractions, drama, and favoritism.
As future leaders, you must learn self-control.
Strictly no dating, no flirting - and certainly no scandals."

Dunk closed his eyes for a brief second, letting the full insanity of the rule settle in.

Dunk (thinking, dark humor kicking in):
No phones.
No free time.
No dating.
What's next?
Matching brain implants?

On stage, Joong finally moved - shifting slightly, slipping his hands into his pockets, head tilted like he was watching which students would crack first, trying to track love birds and shoot them down .

The senior let the silence hang for a moment longer, clearly enjoying the heavy atmosphere.
Then, suddenly -
she laughed.

A sharp, sarcastic sound that bounced off the empty auditorium walls.

Senior (mockingly cheerful):
"Oh, come on!
You're all looking like we just sentenced you to prison!"

She waved a hand dismissively, as if they were the dramatic ones.

Senior (sweet voice, dripping with sarcasm):
"These rules are nothing - nothing! - compared to the real world.
We're just helping you build discipline.
Helping you enjoy life beyond screens and schedules."

She smiled wide - fake enough to make Dunk want to gag.

Senior:
"Our club believes in real freedom!
Freedom to connect with nature, freedom from the addiction of technology... freedom to live."

Dunk stared at her, completely blank-faced.

Dunk (thinking, deadpan):
Freedom?
Lady, you sound like a cult recruiter.

The senior didn't seem to notice (or care) how ridiculous she sounded.
She clapped her hands once, loudly.

The senior clasped her hands together, grinning way too happily.

Senior (cheerfully):
"And you know what's the best thing about this club?"

The students leaned forward automatically - almost like they couldn't help it, despite everything.
Even Dunk - purely for the entertainment value - raised an eyebrow, waiting for the punchline.

Dunk (thinking, dry and vicious):
What now?
Mandatory brainwashing?
Reproduction robots?

For a second, the image flashed in his mind -
a line of emotionless, identical students marching across campus, waving flags of "freedom" under Joong's cold stare.

Dunk almost laughed out loud but bit the inside of his cheek instead.

The senior beamed like she was about to announce they had won the lottery.

Senior:
"We provide free - yes, completely free -
top-class dormitories for all club members!"

Murmurs broke out across the auditorium.

Love, sitting next to Dunk, gasped excitedly.
Some of the students even looked at each other with wide, hopeful eyes.

Dunk (thinking, flatly):
Yeah.
Because free cages are still cages, sweetheart.

The senior continued with fake enthusiasm:

Senior:
"Fully furnished rooms, study spaces, gardens, meal plans - everything!
We believe in providing the best environment for our future leaders."

She smiled a little too widely.

Dunk (thinking, dark humor):
Fully furnished, huh?
What next?
Hidden cameras?
24/7 behavior monitoring?

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