Chapter 039 Chapter 39

"It takes at least three people to apply for the club qualification. How did you get it by yourself?" Mo Xuanji suddenly discovered a blind spot.

The fact that Wilde was able to produce the club application form showed that he had obtained the qualifications for the club, but now with Mo Xuanji, there were only two people in the club, which did not meet the minimum requirements at all.

"Ahem, well, that." Wilde rubbed his nose. He seemed to feel guilty. He turned his back quickly, leaving Mo Xuanji with a sullen back. "Well, it's a long story. I still had some friends in the club at that time, but they all left later."

"Don't worry, although there are few people, our club is absolutely formal." Wilde lifted his bangs and posed with his back to his junior, showing a very confident look: "As long as we join forces, we can quickly make the club bigger and stronger, and then there will be more people."

"Yeah, you're right." It seems that the senior is really obsessed with becoming bigger and stronger. "So what should we do next?"

Wilde held his hat down with one hand, turned around and chuckled, "I've already made a plan. The first step for us to become bigger and stronger is to make a stunning appearance at the anniversary celebration the day after tomorrow!"

He pulled out a roll of toilet paper from somewhere, pinched the beginning and shook it gently. Mo Xuanji watched the other end of the roll fall to the ground and unfold. The roll rolled from the southernmost to the northernmost, hit the wall, turned a corner and moved in another direction. Soon, the paper filled with the project plan filled the entire classroom.

"A lot." Mo Xuanji silently raised his thumb to give Wilde a thumbs up. He picked up one of the pages and found that it was a design drawing of an event venue, with a cartoon bear drawn on it in a girlish way with crayons.

He looked at the little bear, then at Wilde, and hesitated to speak.

"This is..."

"This is the decoration plan of the club's exclusive activity classroom. I forgot to mention that the activity classroom is the classroom we are in."

Wilde noticed the cartoon bear with his sharp eyes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch. He leaned over and picked up the first paragraph: "Junior, look at this. This is the recruitment plan prepared for the anniversary celebration."

Mo Xuanji came over. This plan was very detailed and everything was arranged very well. All the plans that could be used and those that could not be used at the moment but might be used in the future were listed.

It even planned what programs to prepare for the anniversary celebration, where to put the tents for recruiting new members, and what colors and uniforms to wear. Mo Xuanji couldn't help but sighed: "It's so detailed."

It is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover. Although Wilde looks flamboyant and gives people a very unreliable feeling, he is really reliable when it comes to serious matters.

A plan often directly reflects a person's character. This one is not only written in great detail, but also lists solutions for various unexpected situations. As long as you strictly follow the above, there will be absolutely no mistakes.

The only contrast is that various cartoon animals occasionally appear on the pages.

"Actually, these were all painted by several of my friends. Do you believe it?" Wilde said sincerely.

"I believe it." Mo Xuanji's eyes were full of sincerity.

It is well known that "I have a friend" is equal to "myself". So don't explain it, senior. Explanation is concealment, and concealment is the fact. I will not tell others that you like to draw cartoons.

In a certain respect, Mouji had mastered the true teachings of the system. Of course, in order to save his senior's face, he did not say this.

"Don't worry about the details. Come on, let me tell you about the arrangements for the anniversary celebration..." Wilde grabbed Mo Xuanji's shoulders and forcibly changed the subject.

This talk was so intense that both of them forgot about time.

"Is it so late? How about you just stop here today and I'll take you back?"

Mo Xuanji nodded: "Thank you, Senior." They were teleported here directly at that time, so Mo Xuanji didn't know the way back.

"Should we use the teleportation array?"

Wilde was a little embarrassed: "No, we have to walk. The teleportation array needs to be anchored before it can be used. I haven't set it up in your dormitory area, so it can't be used."

After that, he lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "By the way, don't tell anyone about the teleportation array. You are not allowed to use it casually within the school. If you are discovered, you will lose credits."

So when we came here, did it count as acting against the wind?

Mo Xuanji, who still remembered how he got here, couldn't help but complain in his heart. At this moment, in his eyes, Wilde's image changed from a somewhat reliable senior to a lawless outlaw.

"Then in the cafeteria..."

"That's because they paid a fine. Anyway, the fine is just one credit, so why not use it?"

"As expected of you."

When Mo Xuanji returned to the dormitory, it was already completely dark. He thought about it and went to the convenience store to buy a can of energy drink.

"I'm back." The lights were on in the living room, and Mo Xuanji pushed the door open carrying a plastic bag.

Zhu Changan and Ji Sheng, who was in a vegetative state, were lying face to face on the sofa, their faces pale and their bodies as soft as two pieces of boiled noodles. The scene was somewhat scary. If Zhu Changan's chest was not still moving, the call to the school hospital might have been made at this time.

"Welcome back..." The two of them said in a faint voice.

Seeing Mo Xuanji coming back, Zhu Changan forced a smile. Unfortunately, because he was too tired, he didn't have the extra energy to control other facial muscles, causing his expression to look like the Dragon King's crooked mouth at first glance.

"I bought some energy drinks, which replenish energy relatively quickly." Mo Xuanji didn't notice Zhu Changan's expression at first. He took out two bottles of drinks from the plastic bag and opened them. Just as he was about to hand one of the bottles to Zhu Changan, he saw this somewhat abstract smile. At that moment, the cool guy almost couldn't hold back his own personality.

"Cough cough cough cough..." In this situation, I can only use coughing to cover up my smile.

Zhu Changan finished the bottle of drink in a very strange way and recovered half of his health: "Save my life, Xuanji."

The other can was poured into the flowerpot that Ji Sheng often used. The sunflowers slid down from the sofa very smoothly and crawled into the flowerpot as darkly as a snake.

An endless stream of energy surged up through the roots, and the wilted leaves slowly unfolded: "My life is alive."

"Drink slowly, I bought a lot."

"Wuwuwu Xuanji!" Zhu Changan just wanted to hug his little friend's thighs.

After a period of chaos, the two finally recovered.

Ji Sheng held the flower pot and complained with a sad face: "Those guys are too crazy. Mule can go drink some water when he is tired. We have been fighting since noon until now. Even Changan is exhausted."

"What's going on?" Mo Xuanji opened a can of drink for herself.

Zhu Changan lay flat on the sofa, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked calm: "At first, three classmates came to me to compete, and then more and more people came."

Even from the initial voluntary competition to forced competition, Zhu Changan has deeply felt the care from the collective.

Those energetic guys never stop playing.

Even if the juniors are not militant, their style will gradually change under the influence of the seniors. And fighting can't be started at any time, so this time they must have been holding back for a long time.

Knowing how destructive these little bastards are, the school intentionally restricts their sparring activities and only allows them to spar in the training ground. Besides being used in class, the training ground is only open on certain days.

Unfortunately, today happens to be the day when the martial arts arena is open. The students are like huskies who have been holding back their energy for a long time and have nowhere to release their energy. They either tear down their homes or shovel their shit... This should be their classmates. We cannot afford to tear down our family, so we can only settle for the next best thing and focus on our classmates.

The favorites at the beginning were the paparazzi of Penglai Daily. Their daily routine was to defend the newspaper and be caught as sparring partners. As time went by, their strength increased rapidly, and they became the strongest club organization in the school. Seeing that they could not afford to offend the paparazzi, it happened that Zhu Changan and the other two became popular in the newspapers in the past two days, which attracted everyone's attention.

As for Ji Sheng, Xiao Hua was simply an innocent victim. It would be too painful to talk about what happened during the whole day.

Zhu Changan struggled to sit up. He looked at Mo Xuanji with a look of surprise: "I just wanted to ask you, Xuanji, when did you turn back?"

"This evening." Mo Xuanji keenly noticed the regret flashing across Zhu Changan's eyes, and the radar in his head beeped for a moment. For the sake of future integrity, he reluctantly lied: "My ability to transform is not very stable, and I may not be able to easily transform back to my original form in the future."

"Is that so?" Zhu Changan's dream of continuing to rub the fur was shattered.

Ji Sheng had never seen Mo Xuanji's true form, so he was a little curious: "Is Xuanji originally a demon? I really can't tell at all."

Don't talk about you, I didn't even know I was a demon before this, Mo Xuanji thought silently.

The system couldn't help but laugh out loud in its sea of ​​consciousness.

"Can you hold back a little on that smile of yours?" Mo Xuanji silently clenched his fists.

"Hahahaha, cough cough, what's wrong with my laughter? Don't slander me, I just remembered something happy."

Never mind. Just be happy.

"Xuan Ji is from the Feather Clan, and his demon body is so... cool!" Facing Mo Xuan Ji's threatening gaze, Zhu Changan quickly changed his words.

"The Feather Tribe? Then weren't you very happy when you were a child? My generation heard that there were very few cubs in the Feather Tribe, and every one of them would be raised as a little ancestor." Ji Sheng asked curiously.

"Maybe." It was not known whether he would be worshipped as a little ancestor, but the only thing that was certain was that the Feather Clan really cared about their cubs.

Mo Xuanji finished the last sip of his drink.