The several events held by the Ancient Style Society this semester, though small in scale, went quite smoothly.
And Pan Pan, the president who worked behind the scenes, naturally deserves the greatest credit.
One day in December, after coming up with a new activity plan, Pan Pan submitted the proposal to Fu Chi, the vice president of the student union, for review.
Fu Chi followed up very efficiently, and soon provided the Ancient Style Society with an activity space.
Pan Pan also called on any available members to help move the props that would be needed later.
There are quite a few props, mostly stored in cardboard boxes.
Although the club has folding flatbed carts available for use, you still need to carry things up and down the stairs.
Some of the cardboard boxes are quite heavy.
"...No, it's not just a little...this is way too heavy!"
Wen Yuan, the deputy director, was complaining bitterly while holding a cardboard box that was seventy or eighty centimeters wide.
Pan Pan stood beside him, glanced at him, and said indifferently, "The Source God still needs more training."
"The training isn't geared towards physical fitness..."
Wen Yuan complained: "I am an intelligence-type hero, but I am bad at strength."
This vice president is indeed skinny; to put it nicely, he's "refined and scholarly," but to put it bluntly...
Pan Pan: "Why are you so weak?"
Wen Yuan: "...Watch out or I'll get mad at you!"
Pan Pan saw a young girl coming towards him and called out to her.
"Wang Jue".
Wang Jue immediately stopped: "Senior."
She had just moved some small items to the activity room.
Just as she was about to go back and move the box, Pan Pan stuffed the small cardboard box into her arms.
“Here, take this,” Pan Pan said. “This box is heavy, let Yuan Shen and I carry it together.”
Wang Jue nodded, then turned around and saw a familiar figure:
"Qingqian—"
Ji Qingqian was dashing and swift, walking as if she were carrying a gust of wind.
She had just placed the props she was carrying over to the event area.
She stopped: "?"
Then he looked at the large cardboard box that Pan Pan and Wen Yuan wanted to move together.
“…”
Ji Qingqian stood next to Pan Pan.
At 1.74 meters tall, she was a head taller than Pan Pan, and even Wen Yuan was a little shorter than her.
After supporting the bottom with her arm, she gave a soft "hmm" and then said:
"let go."
Pan Pan: ...
She obediently listened and let go of his arm.
Ji Qingqian continued, "You too."
Wen Yuan was taken aback: "It's really heavy, junior."
Ji Qingqian: "It's nothing."
Wen Yuan then let go, but he still placed his hand loosely under the cardboard box, as if afraid that Ji Qingqian would not be able to support it.
As a result, Ji Qingqian used her knee to brace the cardboard box, securing it firmly in her arms, and then walked towards the activity room without hesitation.
Upon seeing this scene.
Pan Pan felt somewhat embarrassed.
Wen Yuan was quite embarrassed. He hesitated for a moment, then tried to break the ice with praise:
"She's practically a superhero."
Pan Pan took the cardboard box from Wang Jue and handed it to Wen Yuan, smiling broadly.
"Come on, get out of here."
Wen Yuan: ...
He shook his head, wanting to follow Ji Qingqian's footsteps, but found that the superwoman, carrying a box that even he found too heavy, had already disappeared from sight.
Pan Pan and Wang Jue turned around and walked downstairs. As they walked, she asked in a slightly complaining tone:
"Where's Chen Wei? That kid is usually very active in activities, and today he was just about to put his biceps to good use, so why didn't he come? Are you really going to let him suffer here all by himself?"
Pan Pan said this because recently, whenever she saw Wang Jue, whether it was in club activities or even just occasionally bumping into him at school, she always saw the two of them appearing together.
Anyone with eyes can see that their relationship is unusual.
Wang Jue blushed slightly, but did not deny Pan Pan's words, only whispering:
"He's busy."
“Oh, Chen Wei is the class monitor… right?” Pan Pan asked.
They are busier than the average student.
"Um."
Wang Jue nodded and said, "But it has nothing to do with the 'class monitor'... He went to play ball with Senior Lu."
"Brother Bei?"
"right."
"Playing ball is nothing to be busy with, it's just for fun!"
"Hmm, senior, didn't you know?"
Wang Jue asked in confusion, "Senior Lu will be representing the Computer Science Department basketball team later."
As she said this, the two had already gone downstairs.
Pan Pan was counting how many cardboard boxes she still had to move when she heard this and slapped the surface of the cardboard box.
With a "bang".
"…What!?"
Pan Pan panicked: "That guy joined the basketball team?!"
…
"Liaobei".
Lu Yibei, who had just finished showering, came out of the bathroom and frantically rubbed his wet hair with a towel. Zhao Xun, wearing cashmere socks and squatting on a chair, asked, "Your match is on Saturday afternoon?"
"right."
"where?"
"Qian Tang".
"so far away?"
"yes."
Lu Yibei said helplessly, "The location was chosen by the other side; their school is closer to that side."
It is said that Cheng Mingli competed with the other team in a free throw contest of ten shots. The other team made nine shots, while Cheng's team only made seven, thus giving up the right to choose the location.
"That's practically their home turf, isn't it?" Zhao Sun asked.
"You could say that," Lu Yibei said.
Although we didn't actually go to the school across the street, we just rented an indoor basketball court, so we don't know what the situation is like on the other side.
However, the distance between Jiangda and Qiantang requires two subway transfers to get there.
If there are people in the audience, they'll definitely be on the opposite side.
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