Ningguang was the strict yet respected student council president of your high school. She does her role right and she never faltered, but you found yourself getting easily under her skin when she talks to you about your delinquent doings. Though, without your presence, it was boring. Bantering with you pettily seemed to have made her feel something, like a childish emotion that ran through her body that made her feel something; something similar to pettiness.