In the cafeteria.
Su Qingyu sat against Mu Hanyan.
Opposite them, Chen Feifei and Jiang Yunnan, who were eating kebabs, sat on one side.
"Um...Miss Jiang, don't you still want to follow us after dinner?"
Although looking at the two sisters opposite me makes me feel inexplicably CP, Su Qingyu doesn't have that much time to help Jiangfu Group take care of the children.
Jiang Yunnan, who was immersed in showing off, heard this and raised his head slightly, then shook his head and said:
"Hmm... No, I will go home after eating."
He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this guy was finally not clingy anymore.
Chen Feifei on the side became interested in Jiang Yunnan after being called sister.
"Why did you just jump to sophomore year?"
After getting the skewers, Jiang Yunnan also answered all questions: "I am very talented. Let alone my sophomore year, I feel like I can jump right into my junior year."
Although she basically spoke outright about what she had to say, she still didn't reveal the fact that she had been educated at home since she was a child.
With a slightly unconvinced snort, Chen Feifei focused on cooking.
The dinner ended quickly.
Jiang Yunnan really kept his word.
After eating half a handful of skewers, she took out a wet tissue from her high-end bag and wiped her lips gracefully.
I didn't even bother to say hello, so I stepped on high heels and walked away leisurely.
However, Su Qingyu and the others were not too interested in saying hello before leaving.
To them, Jiang Yunnan was just a passerby, so there was no need to take him too seriously.
Eat and drink enough.
The three women were walking hand in hand on the campus avenue.
It’s been about half a month since school started.
The half-tanned freshmen still gathered in groups after dinner, walking around the campus with their new friends.
In view of such a large flow of people, some clubs in the school began to take the opportunity to recruit new students.
Mu Hanyan's Taekwondo club is no exception.
At this moment, she took Su Qingyu and the two of them to the stall to help.
The three of them were walking on the road lined with welcome booths of various societies.
During this time, beauties with slim waists and long legs from the dance club competed to take the stage, and many freshmen gathered around the stage of the dance club, clapping and cheering.
The Guitar Club on the other side, not to be outdone, also set up a stage directly opposite.
On the stage, the drummer, bassist, keyboardist, guitarist and a female vocalist with long legs and slender waist were performing "Love You" passionately, attracting countless passers-by to stop and watch and sing along.
Obviously, the atmosphere along the entire avenue where the school is allowed to open new recruitment stalls is extremely lively.
But what is incompatible with these bustling societies is a stall next to the music club.
Currently waiting in front of the booth to register new members is a sophomore with a pot haircut, thick glasses, and playing with his mobile phone with his head down.
Unlike the music club next door that set up a stage for the band to perform on stage, this Taekwondo club's welcome point just posted a printed message welcoming new students to join the club, followed by a table and a stool.
There is no display of the culture or characteristics of the association.
Naturally, this also led to a whole club's welcome stalls, but the front of the Taekwondo club was deserted.
Occasionally, two junior students who were interested and prepared to ask questions gave up the idea of joining the club when they saw the otaku-like registrant.
Su Qingyu and Chen Feifei suddenly walked from the bustling front of the music club to this deserted stall, and they couldn't get used to it for a while.
"Sister, could this be the entire recruitment method of your Taekwondo club?"
"Sister Mu, are you sure you can recruit people like this?"
The two women expressed their opinions speechlessly.
Mu Hanyan on the side also knocked on the table in the booth with an embarrassed look.
The Jarhead, who was immersed in reading a novel, then looked up. When he saw that it was the president, he almost couldn't hold his cell phone steady, and then said nervously:
"President Mu, I...I just saw that no one came to consult, so I just played with my phone."
He tried hard to defend his fishing behavior, and showed that he was very afraid of this president who was extremely powerful.
Mu Hanyan was not angry, but shook her head helplessly:
"Xiao Li, you have nothing to do here."
"Thank you for taking the time to look at the stalls for me all afternoon."
After hearing this, Jarhead, who had been granted amnesty, said a few words and walked towards the dormitory.
Obviously, he was ready to go back to lying in bed beautifully and start enjoying the wonderful world of novels.
The three of them sat down in the deserted stall.
"Sister, don't you have anything to show for your Taekwondo club?"
It felt like even if I sat here all night, I wouldn't be able to find a source of students, so Su Qingyu asked.
"Actually, the club was very prosperous before."
"But my personality doesn't seem to be very suitable for managing a club."
"Last semester, Chu Qingfeng often used his position in the student union to help me promote the club, so that the club wouldn't close down because it couldn't recruit people."
"but..."
Speaking of this, she frowned slightly, obviously very embarrassed.
Seeing this, Su Qingyu hurriedly asked:
"But what's wrong?"
Mu Hanyan sighed and said softly:
"Societies have a number of people."
"If less than thirty people are recruited during this three-day recruitment, the school will cancel the establishment of the club."
For her, she likes to be alone, and she doesn't like clubs with many people.
But some old members have deep feelings for the club.
Almost all of them have been practicing Taekwondo since childhood, and they rely on the club to discuss their interests and have occasional sparring sessions.
She really doesn't want to make these fellows "homeless" because of her lack of ability.
Seeing Mu Hanyan's embarrassment, Su Qingyu immediately stood up and patted the table:
"Sister, we can't sit still and wait for death!"
"If a big and dignified society just disappears, wouldn't it be treated as a joke by other societies?"
Mu Hanyan didn't know what Su Qingyu said.
But she could only sigh at this moment:
"There's nothing you can do about it. Even if you are willing to join the society, these are only two indicators."
Then, she pointed at the roster to the two of them.
"Look, I've been here all afternoon and there's not a single registered student."
Glancing at the extremely white registration book, Su Qingyu was speechless.
This propaganda method is too far-fetched.
At this moment, a senior from the music club next door who had just stepped off the stage came over.
"Oh? Student Mu, why didn't anyone come in all afternoon?"
Although she doesn't look as good as Mu Hanyan, her figure is indeed pretty good.
Especially the thin waist, the perfect waist, is really suitable for standing in front of the band as the lead singer.
Hearing the girl's chat, Mu Han knew who was speaking without even raising the end of his cigarette.
Mu Zhijin, vice president of the music club.
The runner-up among the top ten singers on campus last year.
The lead singer of the school band "Youth Band".
He and I are classmates in the same class, and were nominally roommates in the same dormitory when school started.
But Mu Hanyan's personality is really not suitable for dealing with girls who live in groups of four and five in a dormitory.
So I gave up the low-rent student dormitory and chose to study day-to-day.
Su Qingyu raised his head and glanced at the senior sister in front of him, and immediately recognized that she was the original number one in the competition for the school beauty list two days ago.
But ever since the photo of Mu Hanyan and the three girls appeared on the forum, she was directly dumped to fourth place.
At this time, due to old grudges, she disliked Mu Hanyan and immediately rushed over to mock him with a playful expression.
Mu Hanyan didn't even raise her eyelids, and replied in a calm voice:
"Student Mu, how is my club? It probably has little to do with your music club, right?"
