Chapter 112: The Bakery Club's Recruitnt Talent Is Giving Away Free Cookies
After I carried a display board bigger than to the location, I searched for a long ti among the nurous club recruitnt groups before finding Senior Ying Shiqian slacking off.
At that mont, the senior was sitting bored behind the table, one arm pressing down on the club application forms.
Only a simple banner declared that this was the registration spot for the “Bakery Club.’’
It was a completely different state compared to the other clubs that were showcasing their talents.
“Senior, you ca so early just to slack off? You didn't even bring the stuff?”
I placed the display board in front of her, finally catching her attention.
“Hm? Ah! Little Han, you're here! I'm so bored here all by myself. If I had known, I would have stayed at the shop, boo hoo hoo…”
After seeing , Senior Ying Shiqian imdiately stood up and wailed.
This attracted a crowd of seniors from the neighboring clubs.
“Stop! Really, Senior, you ca over without bringing anything?”
I held back the senior's enthusiasm with one hand, then pointed to the display board on the side.
This display board was probably specially designed, but from the looks of it, it seed to be the kind that had been used many tis, giving off a feeling of age.
But it was still usable.
“Eh? Oh, the base is too heavy, so I didn't bring it. Anyway, the new mbers recruited this year will quit again soon, so it doesn't really matter if I work hard or not.”
The senior was now slumped on the table like a salted fish.
“Pull yourself together, Senior. Aren't you afraid the store manager will co to inspect?”
I propped my hands on the table and kindly reminded her.
I had to say that Senior Ying Shiqian's true nature was still that of a slacker.
Her enthusiasm and liveliness were just an act for strangers.
After getting familiar with , she imdiately stopped hiding it.
But… aren't there a lot of people here?
“What's there to be afraid of? If the store manager cos, I'll just act cute and complain a little. She won't bla . Co on, co on, sit down with .”
The senior said nonchalantly.
“Alright, have it your way.”
I moved the display board back a bit and assembled it.
After being busy for a while, I finally sat down.
“Senior, how long do we have to be here?”
I asked casually while picking up my phone after dusting my hands.
“Hmm… two days, today and tomorrow.”
“Alright, so have we prepared any talents?”
“Talents? What kind of talents are needed for this? Are we going to pipe a flower with cream on a newcor's head on the spot?”
Ying Shiqian retorted irritably.
“Okay, then… are we just going to stand here? This is still a recruitnt drive, after all. Shouldn't we bring the free little cookies from the shop to give out? Maybe it'll win the favor of so first-year girls.”
I continued to suggest.
After all, I had a hand in making many of those little cookies and other things, and I didn't want their final destination to be the big trash can outside the shop.
“Eh? Good idea!”
Upon hearing my words, the senior sat up straight.
I didn't know which part of what I said excited her so much that it snapped her out of her slacker state.
“Huh?”
“I've decided! I'm going to go flirt with the first-year girls!”
Well then… so it was the "first-year girls" that got her going.
I didn't expect Senior Ying Shiqian to be interested in first-year girls.
But thinking back, she did seem quite interested in before, but that enthusiasm seed to fade after we got familiar with each other.
Does she get tired of the old and crave the new so quickly?
I'm a first-year girl too!
“Senior, I'm a first-year girl too,” I said mischievously, tugging at the corner of her clothes.
“Ah, this… Little Han is my good sister now! I'm flirting with the first-year girls to get more good sisters. Wait for , I'll go find you so sisters right now!”
Ying Shiqian was first choked up by my words, but she quickly found an unreliable excuse to brush off.
“Alright, do as you wish. I'll watch the stall.”
I stretched and leaned back in my chair, speaking helplessly.
“Good sister! Wait for , I'm heading back now.”
Watching the seniors run off just like that, I could only stay here and guard the place out of boredom.
However, I took this opportunity to try and contact my classmates and pull them into the class group chat.
I numbered them one by one, then added them as friends and sent requests.
The process was extrely tedious and boring.
But soon, things started to get troubleso for .
Probably after students started joining the group, problems like welcoming newcors, new student inquiries, and so on followed one after another.
But there was no other way.
I still had to explain my identity as the Class President in the group and the reason for pulling them into the group, etc.
And it wasn't just the class group; I also created a second class mutual aid group, one without the Counselor.
As more and more people were pulled into the group, the chat started to get flooded.
The newcors asked a lot of questions, and many of them were repetitive.
After answering several tis, I started to get annoyed and just summarized the answers and solutions to these questions and sent them all out at once, @-ing all mbers while I was at it.
Afterward, I continued pulling students into the group.
After all, there were about a hundred people in the class, which was a really large number.
Even though it was only the morning of the second day of school, I already had the contact information for more than half of the classmates.
In the middle of it, so newcors also ca to consult about clubs, but I didn't know much about them either.
I just gave a simple explanation, and it seed they had no intention of joining.
In the end, even after Ying Shiqian had made a round trip to the bakery, I hadn't handed out a single club application form.
“Little Han Little Han I'm back.”
Ying Shiqian ca over, holding her basket, and placed it directly on the table.
“You brought the whole basket over?”
“Yeah, there's hardly anyone in the shop anyway, so it's better to give them out here.”
The senior said with her usual enthusiastic smile, “Little Han, want to co with to hand them out?”
“Um… no, no, I'm not good at this sort of thing. I'm still busy with class matters.”
I said, quickly waving my hands.
Now that I was the Class President, I had to prioritize the class.
Many newcors didn't know anything after just enrolling, so they would naturally turn to , the Class President, for help.
However, the fact that not a single person in our class had arrived at school early made wonder.
I rembered there were quite a few newcors who arrived early back then.
Could it be that not a single one was assigned to my Class 14?
Then just how many classes of new students are there?
Although I complained a little, I still enjoyed it tirelessly.
Helping others is a beautiful thing.
Seeing them encounter difficulties, helpless and only able to ask for help in the class group chat, eagerly holding their phones and hoping soone would reply to their questions.
The thought was even a little exciting.
Ti passed bit by bit.
I hadn't really been busy these past two days.
I had already gotten my Flying License, and the part-ti job at the bakery wasn't urgent.
With this rare free ti, I planned to go to the library to borrow so books to read.
After all, I couldn't continue to degenerate like this.
I had been in the academy for so long, and although I had mastered so transcendent ans, it didn't have much to do with my own efforts.
An academy is a place for learning, after all.
Learning the principles of the transcendent, mastering the ans of controlling power, and exploring the unknown secrets of the world isn't this all part of the charm of the transcendent?
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