Because today is registration day.
Basically, school clubs of all sizes will send people to the Welco Plaza to recruit new mbers.
The more mbers a club has, the more resources it can receive from the student council, making the organization more powerful in the school.
According to usual circumstances.
Increasing numbers.
Is a positive thing for the clubs.
So almost every club tries hard to recruit new mbers every year during welcoming events, strengthening their teams.
As soon as Baiyu arrived at the Welco Plaza, several clubs extended invitations.
Things like Nap Club, Mysticism Research Club, chanical Club, etc.
All sorts of quirky clubs showed Baiyu just how imaginative people could be.
The Kendo Club was a bit hard to find.
Logically, such a normally nad and grand club should have lots of people joining.
Yet Baiyu searched a round and finally found the Kendo Club’s location in a corner of the Welco Plaza.
Two tables joined together.
A young girl lay on the table, listless, lazily basking in the artificial sunlight.
A cardboard sign stood beside her.
Three crooked, large words were written on it in black marker: Kendo Club.
Knock knock.
Baiyu tapped his knuckles on the table.
The girl woke up at the sound, raised her head, and her eyes slightly opened, quickly narrowing into slits: "Oh, you’re here. Didn’t expect you to be even more handso in person than in the photos, making my heart flutter."
"Don’t use such misleading tones, you idiot."
Baiyu rolled his dead fish eyes, "I’m not here for a blind date, are you Qiong Xue?"
"Yes, unfortunately, I am indeed the most outstanding among the young generation of the Qiong Family. If it weren’t for you, I would inherit Erza, so you snatched my opportunity. Damn it, you’re just so handso that I can’t even hate you... hating is too tiring, I’m too lazy to hate you."
Qiong Xue sprawled weakly on the table.
Baiyu had too many things to complain about internally, unsure of how to respond.
"Your ennoblent ceremony is held at the Qiong Family, scheduled for next month.
The ceremony will be presided over by Kiyomoto Count.
This is an Imperial Count, so if you can build a good relationship with him, it will greatly benefit both you and our Qiong Family."
Qiong Xue stretched lazily, then sat up slightly: "In the future, if you need anything at school, just let know, I’ll do my best to help you.
By the way.
There are quite a few people who know your identity.
The Qiong Family has always had so rivals; after Qiong Yue’s passing, the younger generations of those families might beco restless.
Be cautious at school.
If you can get into the student council, that would be best, as it acts as a protective umbrella and offers many conveniences."
"How do you join the student council?"
Baiyu asked.
"It’s simple, just beco the lackey of the few leaders in the student council, suck up well to them, and they’ll let you in." Qiong Xue started yawning again.
"Then what’s the point of you telling this?" Baiyu sat beside her, looking around.
New students stread endlessly into the Welco Plaza.
Every recruitnt booth of major clubs was crowded with people.
Only the Kendo Club had few visitors, hardly any interest.
Firstly, its location was remote.
Secondly, this recruitnt point was simply too shabby.
Qiong Xue slightly opened her eyes, revealing a pretty smile: "There’s another way, join a club ranked in the top twenty in the school, and the president will automatically beco an elite mber of the student council.
Even the vice president can’t boss you around.
That’s the non-sycophantic way."
"What rank is the Kendo Club?"
"Eighty-ninth, last academic year, there were eighty-nine clubs in total."
"You could have just said the last place."
"That would make seem very incompetent."
Baiyu furrowed his brow.
Unreliable.
This is just too unreliable.
The most outstanding among the young Qiong generation turned out to be like this.
If they were all like her, it’s truly miraculous that the Qiong Family survived until now.
No wonder Qiong Yue entrusted Erza to soone with an external surna like , now he probably understands the elder’s thoughts, can’t carry deadweight teammates!
"Actually, there’s even worse news, if the club fails to pass its annual task assessnt, it will be abolished, and next month is the club assessnt."
Qiong Xue yawned: "If I pass the role of club president to you, becoming an elite mber of the student council is still very difficult."
Baiyu furrowed his brow: "Is there a third way?"
"Yes. The third way is naturally choosing a good teacher, you’re the top scorer in the Celestial River district this year, born with an advantage, choose a powerful teacher, and the cultivation at school will have fewer obstacles. But this thod is uncontrollable, because selecting students is mutual, many strong masters have peculiar temperants and might not see eye to eye with you."
Qiong Xue took out a pamphlet: "I don’t know which academy you want to choose, but I recomnd choosing from the Martial Arts and Mysticism academies, I’ve painstakingly collected info."
So this was what she was waiting for here.
Now the primary goal of the Qiong Family is for to improve.
At least improve to the level where I can control the Legendary Ship; otherwise, without the suppression of the Legendary Ship, the situation for the Qiong Family would only worsen.
"How is the current situation of the Qiong Family?"
"It’s alright, Qiong Yue’s legacy is still felt, sacrificing for the Empire at least ensures there won’t be any external coveting for a few years, but overt and covert struggles are inevitable."
Qiong Xue’s voice got slightly more spirited.
"Does this Celestial River professor have only you as a student? Enrollnt scope, Mysterious Academy, Research Academy, it’s her then, I’m too lazy to pick anyone else." Baiyu stopped flipping through the booklet.
"Are you enrolling in the Mysterious Academy?" Qiong Xue asked surprised.
"Research Academy."
Baiyu answered casually.
This choice surprised Qiong Xue even more.
Understandably, Research specialization is mainly logistics.
Usually, students with poor Ancient Martial Arts performances choose it.
The admission standards for the Research Academy are also much lower than popular academies like the Mysticism, Martial Arts, and Manufacturing academies.
"Suit yourself. Professor Celestial River’s personality is quite cold and detached, it might actually be a good choice for you, but you have to impress her, after I got accepted, she only taught one set of swordsmanship."
Qiong Xue didn’t have much opinion on Baiyu’s choice.
Her task was to inform Baiyu of the current situation and help him get familiar with the school.
"Excuse , are you still accepting mbers in the Kendo Club?"
At this mont,
A timid voice ca from behind.
Baiyu looked over.
The little chubby ball he encountered on his way here was standing right behind him.
Qiong Xue hadn’t even opened her eyes, and lay back down on the table.
Baiyu chuckled: "Of course we are."
"Thank you, I’ve always wanted to join a club, but other clubs aren’t accepting mbers anymore..." The chubby ball scratched his head, sowhat embarrassed.
They aren’t accepting mbers only because they don’t want you.
Baiyu silently complained and recorded the chubby guy’s na, Su Ahzhong.
"That’s it, I’ll head back for now, if anything happens just call directly. By the way, in three days is the entrance exam, most of the school’s professors will be present, this is your best chance to choose a ntor."
Qiong Xue stood up from the chair, her figure enveloped under a wide white robe.
This robe was huge.
It even gave Baiyu a feeling of a vintage long robe coat from his previous life.
Both the sleeve design and the entire hem were extrely similar.
She carried a wooden sword in her right hand and tucked a pillow under her left arm.
And then leisurely strolled away.
Beside him, Su Ahzhong hesitantly asked: "Who is this senior?"
"Uh, just a second ago, she was the forr club president."
Baiyu thought for a long ti, finding too many things to complain about Qiong Xue, only to answer so.
User Comments
0 comments from readers