"The two top figures of the ’Hero List’ appearing at the sa ti, strange, strange." He Xiaofei noticed the two walking over, full of astonishnt.
Ning Wenbin gritted his teeth and muttered, "Hmph, what’s so strange about that? That guy is always sticking with my goddess, it’s not the first ti they’ve appeared together."
"But as far as I know, both of them are already third-year students, there’s no reason for them to still care about joining clubs." He Xiaofei was quite puzzled, her understanding of the school was likely deeper than the average sophomore.
"Who knows, maybe they know I’m here, and that guy wants to steal my spotlight." Ning Wenbin said with a very narcissistic tone.
Lin Tian and the others were speechless, thinking, can you even be more shaless than this? A whole first school beauty, and you think they need to steal your spotlight?
"After talking for so long, what are the nas of these two important figures?" Lin Tian asked curiously. Originally, he had no interest in the so-called rankings, but these two gave him a special feeling. As for what feeling, he couldn’t quite articulate it.
He Xiaofei and Ning Wenbin turned to look at Lin Tian, as if he were an alien; soone who didn’t know the nas of the top figures must be from Mars.
"My goddess is called Wu Xiuluo, isn’t it a distinctive na? And that annoying guy is called Gai Huatian, honestly, what an awful-sounding na." Ning Wenbin’s double standards were evident—nas he liked were ’unique,’ while those he disliked were ’awful sounding’; it’s quite laughable.
"Xiu Luo?" Lin Tian was taken aback, there are girls with such fierceso nas?
Ning Wenbin quickly clarified, "It’s the ’grass’ character root Luo, calling her Xiu Luo would be over-the-top distinctive."
"Both nas are quite peculiar though; I suspect their parents read too much novels to have given them such nas." Lin Tian laughed, his own na was simple, of course, not knowing whom ’Lin Tian’ was written by.
Ning Wenbin glanced ahead and said urgently, "No way, I can’t let him stick to my goddess." Saying this as he prepared to walk over, Lin Tian didn’t intercept, and watched to see what was going on with these two.
In the pursuit of girls, Ning Wenbin was indeed proactive, quickening his pace to reach Wu Xiuluo’s side.
"Ning, is that you?" Wu Xiuluo saw Ning Wenbin, surprisingly did not show the disgust Lin Tian imagined, but greeted calmly, like between classmates.
How strange, Ning Wenbin’s pestering of Wu Xiuluo seed endless, yet Wu Xiuluo wasn’t annoyed and spoke so amiably? Lin Tian’s mind was filled with questions.
Even more bewildering—Gai Huatian just glanced at Ning Wenbin indifferently without any excessive reaction.
What? These two are too odd, seeing soone they dislike shouldn’t they turn hostile? Lin Tian was truly speechless, Xiao Manxuan and the others were equally puzzled, clearly not understanding the relationship among the three.
Ning Wenbin deliberately stood between Wu Xiuluo and Gai Huatian, separating them. Yet even so, neither seed to react much, not bothered at all.
"Lin Tian, these two are really strange." Xiao Manxuan, known for reading people well, also noticed the oddity.
"Xiuluo, why are you out here with him?" Ning Wenbin inquired, clearly flustered enough to ask such a silly question.
She’s not your girlfriend, questioning her like this is clearly inappropriate. Lin Tian shook his head—though Ning Wenbin might appear quirky sotis, he shouldn’t be this clueless, seems he truly likes Wu Xiuluo or wouldn’t have lost composure.
Love makes one lose their mind, that’s probably the gist here.
Wu Xiuluo didn’t get angry, instead answering calmly, "Gai Huatian is my friend, we ca together to see the club recruitnt, what’s wrong with that?"
"You enjoy watching the club recruitnt, I can accompany you." Ning Wenbin said shalessly, knowing well that chasing a girl requires a thick skin—though this principle seed ineffective with Wu Xiuluo.
Wu Xiuluo chuckled lightly and said, "The club I’m joining, you wouldn’t like."
"Who says? Whatever you like, I like too." Ning Wenbin beat his chest, a face of assurance.
Wu Xiuluo’s gaze shifted, looking at the stall of the Supernatural Research Society, then glanced at Ning Wenbin. Ning Wenbin was sowhat dumbfounded, thinking, really? The first school beauty, interested in such a quiet club?
Already anticipating Ning Wenbin’s reaction, Wu Xiuluo said nothing further, directly walking to the Supernatural Research Society’s stall, along with Gai Huatian, and Ning Wenbin promptly followed.
"Let’s go too." Lin Tian said to Xiao Manxuan beside him, also heading to the quiet stall.
Feeling others walking over, Wu Xiuluo stopped, looking at Lin Tian and Xiao Manxuan’s group. Her gaze t Lin Tian’s in the air, Wu Xiuluo unconsciously furrowed her eyebrows.
The two stared back at each other, or perhaps probing one another, eye-to-eye lasting a full minute; this situation left everyone with questions.
"Lin Tian, do you know Wu Xiuluo?" Xiao Manxuan felt strange because Lin Tian didn’t know the first school beauty’s na earlier.
Lin Tian naturally retracted his gaze, casually saying, "Don’t know her, it just seed like she’s glaring at , so I glared back—can’t lose montum."
The group was speechless, thinking, is there such a way to glare?
A previously quiet stall suddenly gathered a crowd, a pair of fat n stood up; it’s their first visitor, and suddenly so many, a whole eight, quite a lot for them.
Yet these people looked familiar? The tall fatty blinked his small eyes, struggling to react.
"The... first school beauty, and the... first school grass..." The short fatty recognized Wu Xiuluo and Gai Huatian, his eyes glazed over, stamring.
Finally turning his gaze, he saw Ning Wenbin, and stamred again, "The tenth school grass..."
Then the tall fatty noticed Lin Tian’s group, again his gaze shocked, likewise stuttering, "That freshman, Lin Tian! And the newly crowned Guqin goddess, Xiao Manxuan..."
"Am... am I dreaming, Little Fatty, pinch ." The tall fatty murmured, bewildered—shocked, at the quiet booth suddenly gathering the school’s hottest figures; he thought he was dreaming.
"Pinch your head, quickly serve the school beauty goddess." Ning Wenbin shouted, it’s not that he wanted to shout, but that he knocked on the table several tis, yet received no response from them.
The little fatty first reacted, quickly running out, placing several stools in front, politely shouting ’please sit,’ extrely courteous.
"Welco, everyone, is there anything I can do for you?" The tall fatty said cautiously.
He really dared not ask them to join the club, so many popular figures—figures sought by prominent clubs, even targeted by the student council.
Unfortunately, never heard of them joining any club, so he didn’t dare to hope the ’celebrities’ would join his newly founded club.
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