Chapter 039 Chapter 39
"It takes at least three people to apply for club qualifications. 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 meant that the qualifications for his club had been obtained, but now there were only two people including Mo Xuanji, which did not meet the minimum requirements at all.
"Ahem, well," Wilde rubbed his nose, seeming a little guilty. He quickly turned away, leaving Mo Xuanji with a desolate back. "Well, it's a long story. I did have some friends in the club back then, but they all left."
"Don't worry, even though we're small, our club is absolutely legitimate." Wilde brushed his bangs and posed confidently with his back to his junior. "As long as we work together, we'll be able to make the club bigger and stronger soon. Then we'll have 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 the plan. The first step toward becoming bigger and stronger is to make a stunning appearance at the school's anniversary celebration the day after tomorrow!"
He pulled out a roll of toilet paper from somewhere, pinched the beginning, and gave it a gentle shake. Mo Xuanji watched as the other end of the roll fell to the ground, unrolling. The roll rolled from the southernmost end to the northernmost end, then hit the wall, turned, and headed in another direction. Soon, the entire classroom was covered in paper filled with project proposals.
"A lot." Mo Xuanji silently gave Wilde a thumbs-up. He picked up a section and looked at it, discovering it was a design for an event venue. It even had a girlish crayon drawing of a cartoon bear on it.
He looked at the little bear, then at Wilde, and hesitated to speak.
"This is……"
"This is the layout of the club's exclusive activity room. I forgot to mention, the activity room is the one we're in."
Wilde spotted the cartoon bear, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He leaned over and picked up the first paragraph. "Junior, look at this. This is the new recruiting plan for our anniversary celebration."
Mo Xuanji came over. This plan was incredibly detailed, with everything arranged perfectly. Everything was listed, including those that were currently unavailable but might be useful in the future.
It even planned out the anniversary celebration program, where to place the tents for the new recruits, and even the colors and uniforms. Mo Xuanji couldn't help but sigh, "How detailed."
It is true that you cannot judge a book by its cover. Although Wilde looks very flamboyant and gives people a very unreliable feeling, he is really reliable when it comes to serious matters.
A schedule often directly reflects a person's personality. This one is not only very detailed, but also lists solutions for various unexpected situations. As long as you strictly follow the above, you will never make mistakes.
The only contrast is that various cartoon animal images occasionally appear on the pages.
"Actually, these were all drawn by several friends of mine. Do you believe it?" Wilde said sincerely.
"I believe it." Mo Xuanji's eyes were full of sincerity.
It's common knowledge that "I have a friend" is equivalent to "myself." So don't explain, senior. Explanation is concealment, and concealment is the truth. I won't tell anyone that you like to draw cartoons.
In a certain respect, Mouji had truly mastered the system. Of course, to save his senior's face, he didn't say this out loud.
"Don't worry about these details. Come on, let me tell you about the arrangements for the anniversary celebration..." Wilde put his arm around Mo Xuanji's shoulders and forcibly changed the subject.
The lecture was so intense that both of them forgot about time.
"Is it so late? How about we just stop here today and I'll take you back?"
Mo Xuanji nodded: "Thank you, senior." They were teleported here directly, so Mo Xuanji didn't know the way back.
"Are we going to use the teleportation array?"
Wilde was a little embarrassed. "No, we have to walk. The teleportation array needs to be set up with an anchor point before it can be used. I haven't set up one in your dormitory area, so it can't be used."
After saying this, he lowered his voice mysteriously and said, "By the way, don't tell anyone about the teleportation array. You're not allowed to use it casually within the school. If you're caught, you'll lose credits."
So when we came here, did it count as going against the wind?
Mo Xuanji, who still remembered how he got here, couldn't help but complain internally. In his eyes, Wilde's image had gone from a somewhat reliable senior to a lawless outlaw.
"Then in the cafeteria..."
"That's because I paid a fine. Anyway, the fine is just one credit, so why not use it?"
"As expected of you."
By the time Mo Xuanji returned to the dormitory, it was already completely dark. He thought for a moment, then 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, lay face to face on the sofa, their faces pale and their bodies limp like two pieces of boiled noodles. The scene was somewhat frightening. If Zhu Changan's chest hadn't been moving, the call to the school hospital might have been made by then.
"Welcome back..." The two people's voices were weak.
Seeing Mo Xuanji return, Zhu Changan forced a smile. Unfortunately, he was too exhausted to control his other facial muscles, so his expression at first glance resembled the Dragon King's crooked mouth.
"I bought some energy drinks; they replenish energy relatively quickly." Mo Xuanji didn't notice Zhu Changan's expression at first. He took two cans of drinks out of the plastic bag and opened them. Just as he was about to hand one to Zhu Changan, he saw this somewhat abstract smile. In that moment, the cool guy almost couldn't hold back his 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 posture, and restored half of his health bar: "Save my life, Xuanji."
The other can was poured into the flowerpot that Ji Sheng often used. The sunflower slid down from the sofa with incredible silkiness 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: "We are alive."
"Drink slowly, I bought a lot."
"Wuwuwu Xuanji!" Zhu Changan just wanted to hug his little friend's thighs.
After a period of confusion, the two finally regained their energy.
Ji Sheng held the flower pot and complained with a sad face: "Those guys are too cruel. The mule can go to drink water when it is tired. We have been fighting since noon until now. Even Chang'an is exhausted."
"What's going on?" Mo Xuanji opened a can of drink for himself.
Zhu Changan lay flat on the sofa, his hands clasped together in front of his chest, his face serene. "At first, three classmates came to me to spar, but as time went on, more and more people showed up."
Even from the voluntary competition at the beginning to forced competition, Zhu Changan has deeply felt the care from the collective.
Those energetic guys just won't stop.
Even if the younger students weren't belligerent, their style would gradually change under the influence of the older students. And fighting wasn't something that could happen at any time; this time, they had been holding back for quite some time.
Knowing how destructive these little bastards are, the school intentionally restricts their sparring and only allows them to spar in the training grounds. Besides being used in classes, the training grounds are only open on certain days.
Unfortunately, today was the day the martial arts field was open. The students were like huskies with nowhere to release their pent-up energy, tearing down the house or the poop scooper... which was probably their classmates. They couldn't afford to tear down the house, so they had to settle for the next best thing and focus on their classmates.
The initial favorites were the paparazzi from Penglai Daily. Their daily routine consisted of defending the newspaper and being captured as sparring partners. Over time, their strength skyrocketed, and they became the strongest club on campus. Seeing that the paparazzi were becoming unbearable, Zhu Changan and the other two happened to be making headlines in the newspapers, which really stole everyone's attention.
As for Ji Sheng, the unfortunate Xiao Hua was simply an innocent victim of the disaster. Talking about what happened that day was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Zhu Changan struggled to sit up. He looked at Mo Xuanji with a look of surprise and joy: "I was just about to ask, Xuanji, when did you transform back?"
"This evening." Mo Xuanji keenly sensed the flicker of regret in Zhu Changan's eyes, and for a moment, the radar in his head began to beep. For the sake of his future integrity, he reluctantly lied: "My ability to transform is not very stable. I may not be able to easily return to my original form later."
"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 curious: "Is Xuanji actually a demon? I really can't tell at all."
Let alone you, I myself 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 please stop smiling like that?" Mo Xuanji silently clenched his fists.
"Hahahaha, cough cough, what's wrong with my laughter? Don't slander me, I just remembered something happy."
Forget it, as long as you are happy.
"Xuan Ji is from the Feather Clan, and his demon body is so... cool!" Facing Mo Xuan Ji's stabbing gaze, Zhu Changan quickly changed his words.
"The Feather Tribe? Weren't you very happy when you were a kid? My generation has heard that there are very few Feather Tribe cubs, and every one of them would be raised as a little ancestor." Ji Sheng asked curiously.
"Maybe." He didn't know 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.
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