The second day of school.
Not long after the storm of demonic beasts siege the city, the courses of all grades at Jinghua University gradually began to get back on track.
Leisure time after school.
In some corridors on campus where there is a high concentration of people, such as the library, the training room, or next to the restaurant, sophomores and juniors have begun to set up a table and hang a banner, facing the students. A new group of elementary school students started a new round of recruiting activities for the club.
There is a monster hunting club, a martial arts club, a chess club, a painting club, even a cooking club, a tailoring club, and so on.
Somewhere, in front of a table with a banner of the cooking club, a fat, white young man was taking a nap with one arm on the table.
Next to him was the countertop of the blacksmith club. A young man with an extremely strong upper body was carefully playing with a dagger in his hand and picking his nails.
"so boring!"
Next to it, a white-faced boy was knitting a sweater, sitting under the banner of a tailoring club. While knitting a sweater, he complained at the top of his voice.
"What's wrong with this year's freshmen? They've been setting up stalls here for most of the day. How come no one even comes to ask?"
"How come today's junior students have no curiosity at all? I remember when we first entered school, every time it was time for clubs to recruit new members, we couldn't wait to visit all the clubs!"
No one paid any attention to him.
The two people next to them were taking a nap when it was time to take a nap, and they were getting their nails done when they needed to be manicured. It was as if they didn't hear the pretty boy's chatter at all.
"Hey! Zhu Xiaofei! Niu Sledgehammer! I'm talking to you, did you hear me?!"
The pretty boy turned his head and started pointing out names.
The fat, white and tender baby opened his eyes, raised his hand to wipe the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the pretty face without saying a word: "You damn sissy, if you call me Zhu Xiaofa again, don't let Fat Master throw you away." Did it get fried in a frying pan?"
"My name is Zhu Liangjun, Zhu Liangjun, remember?!"
The sturdy young man who was playing with the sword interrupted without haste: "My name is Niu Xingwang, thank you."
The pretty boy stopped sewing in his hand and excitedly raised his head and glanced at the two of them: "You didn't speak, so I thought you were all mute. After waiting for so long, no one has received it, aren't you anxious?"
"Our three clubs are already sparsely populated. Every year, we rely on fooling a few freshmen to stay alive. Let's see how you sleep and entertain yourself one by one. Can you be more careful?"
"Just sitting here, will new students come to you? Can you, like me, put out a few samples that can represent the characteristics of the club?"
Zhu Liangjun and Niu Xingwang invariably raised their heads and glanced at the pair of red pants placed in front of the pretty boy's table, and the corners of their mouths twitched.
It is indeed very attractive and very sexy.
It is estimated that only such a sissy can create such perverted works.
"Tch! I really don't know how to appreciate it. This is a masterpiece that I spun bit by bit using the tail hair of the seventh-level demon king's red-tailed fox. Not only does it have amazing defense, but it's also warm in winter and cool in summer!"
Seeing that the two of them seemed to dislike the red pants they had spun, the pretty boy curled his lips and boasted, showing off his arrogance.
Zhu Liangjun and Niu Xingwang were both silent.
That's what this damn sissy is like. It's fine if you don't talk to him, but when you talk to him, his words are like a reservoir that has opened its floodgates. He keeps talking and never finishes.
Now, they were beginning to regret speaking just now.
"Hey, these pants are good. Do you want to sell them?"
At this time, a strange voice suddenly sounded in front of Xiaobailian's stall. Zhu Liangjun and Niu Xingwang couldn't help but look up.
A young elementary school student wearing a new school uniform, holding a fat yellow and white cat in his arms, was looking at the red-tailed fox pants knitted by the boy with great interest.
"Have vision!"
The pretty boy put the half-knitted sweater on the table and stood up excitedly to say hello.
"This junior has really good eyesight. This pair of underwear I have is made from the winter fur of the seventh-level demon king. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. It is soft and delicate. Not only does it have good breathability, but it also has a self-cleaning effect. Basically, it is Even if you don’t wash them for a year, they won’t smell at all. They are definitely the best pants that all boys dream of!”
I have to say that the pretty boy is indeed very eloquent, and his words made Zhu Xiaofei and Niu Dachui next to him a little excited.
However, the freshman opposite didn't change his expression. He raised his hand and stroked the cat's head, and continued to ask softly: "How is the elasticity? Will it break when stretched about ten times?"
"There is no problem if it is ten times more natural. The hair of the red-tailed fox is inherently very malleable. The reason why these pants have such good softness and breathability is because the material itself has excellent stretchability."
"Don't say ten times, even if it stretches twenty times, it will still fit snugly and naturally when worn, without any discomfort."
A satisfied smile finally appeared on the freshman's face: "How much, I want it!"
The pretty face also showed a satisfied smile: "No money, as long as you are willing to join my tailoring club, junior, these pants can be regarded as a gift from senior!"
"Join a club?" The freshman shook his head slightly: "I'm afraid that's not possible. I just went to the student union to apply for a new club. I am the leader. According to the regulations, I cannot join other clubs."
The pretty boy was startled: "You, a freshman, actually applied for a club by yourself?"
"Junior brother, what's going on? Jinghua Wuhan University has been established for a hundred years and has a long history. If there is no mature club on campus, why is it missing you?"
"Listen to my brother's advice and cancel the association now. Come to our tailoring club. I'm not bragging to you. Our tailoring club has a long history of nearly fifty years. It has many heritages and many benefits. There are also There are so many pretty girls!”
As he spoke, he even started to change his attitude towards seduction.
Zhu Xiaofei was also advising beside him: "Yes, yes, this junior student has no future in starting a club by himself. It will be difficult to recruit people in the early stage, and even the initial task of starting a group is not easy for everyone." It’s done!”
"Listen to my brother's advice. If you have no interest in tailoring, you can come to my cooking club. I dare not say anything else. At least the food will definitely satisfy you!"
"If you are a person who pursues food and want to improve your cultivation and advance rapidly through medicine and food supplements, then our cooking club is definitely your best choice!"
"What..." Niu Sledge, who was standing next to him, waved his manicure dagger at the right time, and said something in his mouth: "Our Forging Club is not bad."
"That's enough for you two! Stop making trouble for me here. Didn't you see that this junior came to ask about our tailoring club first?" The pretty boy was unhappy and squirted at the two of them with a look of disgust.
Then, he turned around, with a very kind smile on his face, looked at the new student in front of him and said: "Let me introduce myself, student. My surname is Lu, my name is Xiong. I am the current president of the tailoring club. Call me Brother Lu. That’s good.”
"After chatting for so long, I still don't know what to call you, junior?"
Lu Xiong
So domineering
The new student glanced at Lu Xiong in surprise and said softly: "Hello, Brother Lu, my name is Yang Fan. Just call me by my name."
"Yang Fan, um, what a good name." Lu Xiong looked at Yang Fan with a smile and said, "So, Yang Fan, how are you thinking about joining our tailoring club now? I can give you a form first and register as you like. It’ll be fine in just one moment.”
Zhu Liangjun and Niu Xingwang next to them raised their eyebrows when they heard the name Yang Fan. They felt that the name was so familiar, as if they had heard it somewhere.
"I still don't want it." Yang Fan shook his head slightly: "I still think my club has more prospects, and I have completed the task of starting the club. So far, 835 students have applied to join the club."
"Eight hundred and thirty-five? Haha, Junior Yang Fan, you really know how to joke."
Lu Xiong pinched the orchid finger, looked at Yang Fan with an angry smile, and said: "There are only 836 freshmen this year. If all 835 of them join your newly formed club, wouldn't it mean that , haven’t you taken away all the freshmen in the freshman year?”
Yang Fan nodded seriously: "If nothing else happens, it should be like this."
"So, some seniors may not receive a single new member this year."
Yang Fan looked at Lu Xiong with some embarrassment, as well as Zhu Liangjun and Niu Xingwang next to him:
"I heard that the school club has a minimum number of members. Once the number of ordinary members in the club is less than three, the school will forcibly cancel it and dissolve it."
"I just did some research, and it seems that the club where the three seniors belong is facing such a crisis of disbandment."
"In one week, it should be the deadline for the school to conduct a census of the number of members in each major club. If the three seniors cannot recruit new members by then, your club will be forced to disband."
At this time, Yang Fan chuckled and revealed his true purpose of coming here.
"So, I would like to sincerely invite the three seniors and every club member under you to join my Demon Slayer Club."
"Our club welfare is definitely the best in the entire Jinghua Wuhan University, and we will never let the three seniors down!"
Yang Fan finished his words.
On the opposite side, the expressions of Lu Xiong, Zhu Liangjun, and Niu Xingwang all changed.
"Junior Yang Fan, this joke is not funny at all."
Lu Xiong chuckled uncomfortably: "There are 836 freshmen this year. How is it possible that all of them will join your club?"
This is simply impossible, okay
Beijing Wuhan University has been established for more than a hundred years, but nothing like this has ever happened!
(End of chapter)