The activity room of the Literary Club was already packed with people.
Although in theory, the club will not automatically withdraw from the club until the third year of high school.
But in fact, if you are no longer interested in the club, it is perfectly fine to stop participating in club activities even from the first year of high school.
Therefore, the total number of club members in the first and second years of high school is almost more than 70, but in fact, only about 40 people came to participate in the first club activity of the semester.
With the entrance of Xu Youyu, the originally lively classroom suddenly became quiet.
Seeing the very powerful senior sister sitting down on the podium, Li Luo couldn't help but feel a little dazed.
Turning around to look at the classmates below, under Xu Youyu's gaze, they quickly stopped whispering and all their eyes focused on them.
I have to say that when he was in school, Xu Youyu was quite prestigious.
These classmates probably never imagined that Xu Youyu was like this at school, but another at home, and that when he was in Li Luo's bedroom, there would be an unknown third face, even Ying Chanxi
He Yan Zhusheng has never been seen.
When he thought of this, Li Luo looked at Xu Youyu who was sitting on the podium, and some strange emotions rose in his heart.
It makes people feel inexplicably itchy.
At this time, on the podium, Xu Youyu glanced at the time. He was not as serious as he was at the student union. Instead, he held up his chin and smiled: "This is not a place for classes, and I am not a teacher. If you want to chat, you can feel free to do anything.
There are still ten minutes until we start, why are you so quiet?"
After Xu Youyu said this, the whispers below gradually started to sound again.
It's just that most of the discussion was focused on Xu Youyu, the president. In addition, Li Luo and Ying Chanxi, who followed Xu Youyu in, also received a certain amount of attention.
Especially the members of the club who have been invited by Li Luo and Ying Chanxi in the past few days. At this time, they all know their identities, they are the two vice presidents of the literary club.
The sophomore in high school knew very well that when Senior Xu abdicated after the National Day, one of the two of them would be elected president and take over the banner of the literary club.
"Our president is the president of the student union, right?" Aikesi asked Jiang Liuxian in a low voice, sitting in the third row by the window.
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"So beautiful." Aikosi glanced at Xu Youyu again, then put his hands on his ordinary chest and couldn't help but sigh, "And it's so big! It's much bigger than you."
"What are you talking about!" Jiang Liuxian suddenly blushed at what she said and quickly covered her mouth, "You are so rude, how could you say such a thing."
"Uh... Wuwu..." Aikes struggled for a moment, and after breaking free, he immediately said, "I'm just telling the truth, can't I even praise you?"
"But I see that the senior named Li Luo and that senior Ying Chanxi all came in together with that senior Xu."
"Are they the vice presidents?"
"Yes." Jiang Liuxian nodded, "After the last registration, they came to see me again to confirm that I would join the club before leaving."
"It shows that you are indeed the talent that the literary society is looking for." Aikosi said with a smile.
"No way." Jiang Liuxian shook his head and said, "It's just that I got full marks in the Chinese composition of the high school entrance examination. I'm just lucky."
"You're just too humble, okay."
The people below were chatting happily. Xu Youyu on the stage looked at the time. When it was one o'clock in the afternoon, he knocked on the tabletop of the podium to signal everyone to quiet down.
"Okay, it's already one o'clock, then our activities today will officially begin."
"Today is the first literary society meeting of our new semester, and it is also the first time that our new faces have come to our big family."
"I'm glad that you can choose the literary club as the club where you will leave wonderful memories in your high school career."
"The rules of our club are very loose. Except for the need to submit one piece of your own work every month, everything else doesn't matter. You can come and go freely."
"Of course, one article per month is just the bottom line. If you have a strong desire to create, you can submit a hundred articles."
"There are no restrictions on genres. Poetry, prose, and novels are all acceptable."
"After the works are submitted every month, they will be reviewed by Teacher Kong of our literary club. Excellent works will be selected, published in the monthly magazine of the literary club, and distributed to various classes for circulation."
"At the end of each semester, a vote will be held on the works in the monthly magazine to select the most popular works of the semester."
"The top three will be posted on the school bulletin board and receive a small reward."
Having said this, Xu Youyu paused for a moment, turned to look at Li Luo, who was sitting on a separate desk on the left side of the podium, and then said with a smile: "The next step is to introduce ourselves. Our future president, Li Luo, will do it."
Host."
Li Luo coughed twice and cleared his throat, but there was nothing to be afraid of.
He didn't bring out a list, nor did he follow the traditional self-introduction method of calling people one by one to stand up and speak. Instead, he stood up casually, looked at the boy by the window on the right and said, "Wu Yihang, right?"
?The top student in Class 1, Grade 1?"
"...Hello, senior." The boy named Wu Yihang was suddenly called on his name. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and nodded, "I am Wu Yihang."
"It's okay, don't be nervous." Li Luo walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and motioned for him to sit down. "We just want to chat and get to know each other. There is no need to stand up."
"You like poetry, especially the genre of Song poetry. You like it very much. When you were in junior high school, you participated in a poetry conference organized by the Municipal Writers Association and won the first prize."
"Let's not say it's too difficult. Among the poems you learned in junior high school, which one do you like best?"
This was the first time for Wu Yihang to face this kind of self-introduction. After thinking for a moment, he said: "The Sapphire Case, Xin Qiji's The Sapphire Case, I like it very much."
"The crowd looked for him thousands of times, but suddenly I looked back, and there he was, in a dimly lit place?" Li Luo said.
"Yes." Wu Yihang nodded, "But I prefer the sentence "The sound of the phoenix flute, the light of the jade pot, and the dance of fish and dragons all night long." It's beautifully written.
"Yeah." Li Luo nodded and did not continue chatting with him in detail, but instead looked at the girls on the other side of the classroom.
The girl happened to also like poetry, so Li Luo smoothly invited her to chat for a few words.
This information about each person's literary interests is included when they fill out the application form.
Li Luo read it once and wrote it all down. It was just in use at this time. There was no need to stand up one by one and introduce themselves dryly like in previous years.
Moreover, when you introduce yourself, others may not listen carefully, and they may not remember it after listening.
But under Li Luo's chat-like introduction, everyone didn't know who Li Luo would call next, so they couldn't help but listen carefully.
The content of Li Luo's chat was filled in by these students themselves on the application form. It was what they thought they liked the most, so the chat was naturally smooth.
So before they knew it, more than 30 high school freshmen had finished chatting like this.
When everyone came to their senses, they realized that they seemed to have already had a preliminary impression of the members around them.
Although I am not able to call everyone by name, I can at least remember the names of a few classmates who have similar interests to myself.
This kind of self-introduction makes people less nervous and more interesting, and the atmosphere becomes relaxed and comfortable.
After Li Luo finished talking, everyone looked at him with more admiration.
The future president, who was originally just appointed by Xu Youyu with a single word, was completely settled with this self-introduction, and everyone was convinced.
"Okay, self-introduction is over." Xu Youyu clapped his hands and said with a smile, "Now we all have a preliminary understanding. Next, we will enter the traditional part of our literary club, which is also a special project of our literary club."
As he spoke, Xu Youyu looked to the Yingchan River on the right.
Ying Chanxi understood the idea, took out a large stack of envelopes and stationery from the drawer, handed them to Li Luo to distribute, and said to everyone:
"Our literary club has a tradition of writing pen pal letters."
"Whether you want to make friends, want to talk, or complain and complain."
"We usually have a lot of things we want to say, but there are always some people who are unable to speak, or there are things that cannot be said, or there is no one around us who can share them."
"So the members of our literary club can write pen pal letters to each other to talk about these things that we usually can't tell others."
"New students in the first year of high school are writing pen pal letters for the first time. They can choose the pen pal they want to make based on the self-introduction they just introduced."
"There is no limit to the number of pen pal letters, you can write more."
"If you receive a pen pal letter from someone else, you can choose to reply or not. If you reply, you must indicate whether you accept being the other person's pen pal."
"If two people reach an exchange of pen pal letters, they can write to each other frequently in the future."
"Of course, if the other party refuses the pen pal invitation, don't continue to force it. Respecting each other's choice is the most important thing."
After receiving the envelope and letter from Li Luo, Jiang Liuxian's eyes were quite moved. He looked at his best friend Aikes next to him, then looked at Li Luo on the stage, pursed his lips, and didn't know what he was thinking.
And Aike Si next to her glanced at her, then immediately raised her hand and asked: "Senior, can a freshman in high school write a pen pal letter to a senior in high school who is a sophomore?"
"Okay." Ying Chanxi smiled, and then pointed at Xu Youyu, "Senior seniors in high school can do it too."
"I won't reply even if I write." Xu Youyu held his chin and laughed, "Don't waste your time on me. I already have a pen pal. I don't need another one."
To be continued...