In an empty classroom on the sixth floor of the high school teaching building.
Duan Qintian, the president of the literary club, took a look at today's club recruitment list.
Generally speaking, in the first year of high school, most students will choose a subject that interests them, join a competitive club, and then choose an interest-based club that they like more.
If they are not the kind of students who are relatively literary, have a certain filter on literature, and usually like reading and creating, few people will sign up for the literary club.
Therefore, the literature club is not like the mathematics club and physics club, where competition teachers teach alone every day, nor is it like a big club like the basketball club and animation club, which has a very large number of people.
Similar to last year, there were about fifty students joining the literary club, and more than half of them were students who had won composition awards before, or had perfect scores in the high school entrance examination.
This year's number is similar, more than fifty, but there is one exception this year. There is a classmate who scored perfect marks in the high school entrance examination. Not only did he not come to participate in the recruitment, he also refused the vice president's invitation.
"This guy named Li Luo has a very bad attitude." Qin Yawei couldn't help complaining as soon as she entered the classroom, "I didn't even say anything, and he just refused."
"I've obviously said that you only need to submit one manuscript every month, and you don't need to do anything else."
"Our literary club is not like those competitive clubs that require classes all day long and small tests on weekends. He would not join such a relaxing club."
"Okay, okay." Duan Qintian waved his hand, "It's not like I haven't done it before. Maybe they just aren't interested."
That's what he said, but in the list of 37 people given by the teacher, Duan Qintian and Xu Youyu had already included the responsible classmates into the club. Qin Yawei was the only one who missed Li Luo, so she must have felt uncomfortable.
"You just said, what is the name of the person who refuses to join the club?" Xu Youyu asked curiously.
"Li Luo, what's wrong?"
"The monitor of Class 18, Grade 1?"
"I don't know if the class is monitor or not, but it is indeed Class 8."
"Oh, that's it." Xu Youyu chuckled twice, finding it quite interesting.
But she didn't expect that Li Luo would directly refuse.
"Do you know this classmate?" Duan Qintian couldn't help but ask after seeing her reaction.
"So we know each other."
"Why don't I trouble you? You can ask Qin Yawei tomorrow." Duan Qintian is still very confident in Xu Youyu's charm.
As long as Xu Youyu is willing to take action and the other party is a boy, they are basically inseparable.
When Qin Yawei next to her heard this, she immediately raised her eyebrows and wanted to say something.
But when she caught a glimpse of Xu Youyu's plump breasts and delicate profile, she immediately snorted and fell silent.
That one named Li Luo had better hold on.
If Xu Youyu came in as soon as he invited him, Qin Yawei would definitely look down on him, he is just another ordinary and vulgar boy.
"Okay, I'll give it a try." Xu Youyu nodded and said, "But there's no guarantee it will work."
"It's okay. I really don't want to join, and we won't force it." Duan Qintian said, "If there's nothing else, let's just end it. Xu Youyu has to go home, right?"
"Well." Xu Youyu stood up and stretched, already thinking about Li Luo's fried noodles, "Then I'll leave first, bye."
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Xu Youyu was walking on the way home, breathing the fresh night air, thinking about Li Luo's fried noodles, and walking briskly.
In fact, if she wanted to, she could move back to the family building of Qianjiang University next door, and her mother would make supper for her at night.
But Xu Youyu longed for the feeling of freedom more than the comfort of home.
Her family comes from a standard scholarly family. Her upbringing has been strict since she was a child, and she has been influenced by traditional literature for a long time. She was a very good girl when she was a child.
It was only later that I accidentally came into contact with online literature and discovered another side that I had never known about in literature, and my personality slowly changed.
Then Xu Youyu discovered that whether traditional classics are good or not, the characters and sufferings in those books can make people think deeply and wistfully every time they are tasted.
But reading online articles can bring absolute and pure happiness.
If traditional literature is a sharp sword that pierces the hazy veil of reality, then online literature is the wings that satisfy illusory dreams.
But in her father's eyes, the so-called Internet articles are just some kind of inferior writing garbage after all.
If he knew that his daughter was writing such things, Xu Youyu would not dare to imagine that kind of scene.
In order to be able to sign the contract, Xu Youyu secretly took his family's household registration book and copied it. He concealed it from the editor by playing two roles, and then signed the contract using a copy of the household registration book.
In order to avoid being discovered while coding, she started laying the groundwork as early as her freshman year in high school, saying that she would learn to be independent when she entered high school, so she applied to rent a house.
Anyway, the house he rented was right opposite Qianjiang University, so his parents agreed.
As for the literary club in school, even if it only meets the needs of her parents, Xu Youyu has always participated seriously.
Thinking of this, Xu Youyu also found it funny, and he knew very well why Li Luo didn't want to join the literary club.
After all, if you have the time, you might as well code a few more chapters.
"Hmm...it smells so good." Xu Youyu returned to 1502. As soon as he opened the door, he smelled the aroma of fried noodles coming from the kitchen. He couldn't wait to put on his slippers and walked over.
She looked into the kitchen and saw Li Luo stir-frying, so she asked, "Where is Xixi?"
"She went to take a shower." Li Luo responded, "The fried noodles will be ready soon."
"Okay." Xu Youyu responded, and went back to the bedroom to put away his schoolbag. After turning on the computer, he returned to the kitchen, took out a pack of fruit powder from the refrigerator, and made three cups of juice.
At this time, Li Luo's fried noodles have been cooked.
He filled a bowl for himself and Xu Youyu, and left the portion belonging to Ying Chanxi in the pot, covering the pot and letting it simmer to prevent her from taking a bath for too long and letting it cool down.
Xu Youyu on the side put the juice on the dining table. When he saw Li Luo coming out with a plate, he asked with a smile: "The club is recruiting new members today, which one did you choose in the end?"
"Basketball club." Li Luo sat down and pushed Xu Youyu's fried noodles in front of her, "I follow Principal Wang's teachings and exercise more."
"Didn't you consider those competitive clubs?" Xu Youyu asked curiously, "Xixi seems to have joined the mathematics club, right? Aren't you going to accompany her?"
"She went to the Mathematics Club to swim in knowledge." Li Luo shook his head and said, "When I went in, I was simply tortured. Why should I ask for trouble?"
"Aren't you doing very well in the high school entrance examination? Is it that exaggerated?"
"I got a 110 in the high school entrance examination, which is the only level I got. Others got a 120 because the test score was only this level. I am very self-aware."
"In that case." Xu Youyu smiled and suggested while eating fried noodles, "Why don't you join the literary club?"
"Huh? So I'm waiting here." Li Luo raised his eyebrows, finally understanding Xu Youyu's foreshadowing, "Senior sister is also from the literary club?"
"I'm the vice president."
"I thought it was the president."
"If you can join the club," Xu Youyu said with a smile, "I might be the president right away."
"Ah?" Li Luo was stunned for a moment, "Is it possible that you and the other vice president are doing something? Whoever can drag me in will become the president?"
"You want to be pretty." Xu Youyu rolled his eyes at him, "I'm just going to be polite to you."
"Forget it then. I feel like the literary club is too troublesome. People who go to the basketball club can go whenever they want. There are no hard requirements."
"The literary club doesn't have any hard requirements."
"Didn't I say that I have to submit a manuscript every month?"
"Guess who is the person who received the manuscript?" Xu Youyu laughed and said, "I will drag you into the club, and you will be under my control. If you don't want to write the manuscript, just don't write it."
"Can it still be like this?" Li Luo looked surprised, "Then what's the difference between me joining and not joining?"
"What if you want to write something then?" Xu Youyu said, "And the literary club is not just about writing manuscripts, it also has club activities. It depends on whether you want to participate."
"for example?"
"For example..." Xu Youyu said such words, but fell silent for a moment.
The literary club does not seem to have any interesting activities.
For example, the Mathematics Club and the Physics Club are simply competition clubs. The club activities in the evening are equivalent to the eighth class every day, and the competition teachers will specially prepare lessons.
As for basketball clubs, table tennis clubs, and animation clubs, they are all relatively loose. Members can have each other's companions, play ball, and watch TV dramas together.
As for the literary club, during the club activities in the evening, we actually gather in a fixed mobile classroom, where everyone chats and shares the good books and articles they have read recently.
In the pen pal meeting on Saturday afternoon, we will also comment on each other’s recent works.
Apart from that, there is another interesting thing.
"The literary club does not have many interesting activities, but there is one thing that I think is quite interesting." Xu Youyu said with a smile, "In the literary club, you can choose one or two pen pals."
"The two of them made an agreement to communicate with each other through letters, just like the literati in the past."
"Some words may not be suitable for friends to say face to face, but they can be conveyed through written letters."
Li Luo blinked and couldn't help but ask: "But can you do this without joining the literary club?"
"Then you may not be able to find people who are willing to correspond with you. There are more people who are willing to work in the literary club." Xu Youyu was good at tempting, "Come on, come on. When I become the president, I will make you the deputy publisher.
long!"
"Haha, if you want to help me, just say so, and the vice president will be exempted." Li Luo pouted, "It's better to wash my clothes for a month."
Xu Youyu: "...I think your skin is itchy."
Chapter completed!