After all, most of the people in the Department of Traditional Chinese Music want to transfer to another department, and some have already successfully transferred, so it would be strange if this club could recruit such talented people.
It was drizzling outside, and the four people in the old building were sitting bored. Chunxiao came over with some snacks in her arms: "Would you like some melon seeds? Plum flavored."
Wen Qiao was feeling a little sleepy, so he reached out to take the melon seeds.
"I also ordered milk tea, which was delivered right away."
Lu Youyou was a little anxious: "It's been a day, how come no one has come to sign up? Not to mention signing up, no one has even come to take a look."
Wen Qiao said lazily: "Why are you in such a hurry? Calm down."
Lu Youyou walked around the room: "So many people are waiting to laugh at us, especially Zhao Tong and Xu Lu, who knows, they might be laughing at us right now."
The table was a bit low, and Wen Qiao had nowhere to put her long legs, so she just leaned on the corner of the table, cracking melon seeds lazily and watching the video: "Why do you care what they do?"
Lu Youyou was a little upset: "I just can't stand the way they gloat over other people's misfortunes."
Wen Qiao patted her head and said, "Youyou, we should have a long-term vision and not worry about success or failure in the short term, okay?"
Lu Youyou didn’t understand.
She is indeed short-sighted and cannot be as calm as Qiao Qiao. She just wants to piss Xu Lu and Zhao Tong off to death. If she doesn't piss them off to death, she will be pissed off to death herself.
It had been raining outside all day and the air was beginning to cool down. Because it was a rainy day, it was completely dark at six o'clock.
No one came all day.
Wen Qiao cracked melon seeds for half a day, and his mouth became dry and he felt a little irritated.
She clapped her hands: "Let's go, let's go back first."
The four of them held umbrellas, walked around half of the campus, and returned to the dormitory building. However, they ran into Zhao Tong, Xu Lu, and two other girls they didn't know well.
Whenever they meet on a narrow road, Zhao Tong is always the one who flirts first.
"Defeated general, look at your dejected face, don't lose heart, don't lose heart. If you can't recruit people in one day, then open it for a few more days. Who knows, some brainless person might suddenly lose his mind and come to join you."
Wen Qiao put his hands in his pockets and said nonchalantly, "Why are you so concerned about our club's every move? Could it be that you want to join us?"
Zhao Tong almost jumped up as if her tail had been stepped on. "How could I possibly degenerate and join you? What are you dreaming of?"
Lu Youyou: "Then why are you always staring at us? Is it because your student union is too idle, or because your cello department has too few courses, or does Zhao Tong have some special hobby?"
Zhao Tong was so angry that she wanted to hit someone: "Lu Youyou, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Lu Youyou took advantage of the victory and continued to attack: "If you continue to pay close attention to us, I will tell others mercilessly that you, Zhao Tong, have evil intentions."
Zhao Tong almost did it, but was stopped by Xu Lu and went into the dormitory building: "Why are you arguing with them? The folk music club opened for recruitment, but there was no one, and it has become a laughing stock in the whole school. Why do you have to involve yourself in it and get yourself into trouble?"
Zhao Tong was filled with righteous indignation: "A bunch of defeated generals are still so arrogant in front of me. They really have no self-awareness at all."
Xu Lu comforted her: "Okay, okay, let's not bother with them, lest we lower our status."
The next day, it was already raining, just like Lu Youyou's mood.
"God is so damn appropriate, using this sad autumn rain to highlight our lonely mood. The house is deserted, the house is deserted."
Wen Qiao was listening to music with headphones on. It was her new song. Song Hao had already asked someone to write the lyrics and recorded a demo, and sent it to her for her to listen to.
(End of this chapter)