Chapter 44
The club recruitment area was still a bit deserted. Someone had turned on the speakers first, and a folk song from who knows how many years ago suddenly filled the room, its enchanting sound lingering for a long time.
A group from the Magic Club, standing nearby, scoffed at the thought. They grumbled out from the back, bringing out a giant blue seashell. Just as Mo Xuanji was wondering what the seashell was for, one of the students swiftly stripped off his coat, plopped down on it, and in the blink of an eye, transformed into a mermaid and began to sing.
While brainwashing and purifying, the two sides seem to have launched a fierce confrontation in an area that is invisible and intangible but audible.
If it weren't for the prohibition on using psychic abilities on other students during non-practical classes, this mermaid classmate would have been able to make use of the tribe's innate skills.
"Good, good, this is very advanced." Wilde clapped his hands on the side.
With these two clubs leading the way, every club soon brought out their own music equipment...or even students. The club recruitment area, which had been somewhat deserted, quickly became bustling. Although music didn't necessarily attract new members to the recruitment process, it did create a lively atmosphere.
Mo Xuanji looked at Wilde, a subtle hint of anticipation flashing in her eyes: "Do we have it?"
Wilde smiled slightly and raised his right hand high: "Of course, I am fully prepared."
"Snap!" With the sound of snapping fingers, the playing cards hanging on the tent instantly turned into small metal phonographs, playing music in unison.
Mo Xuanji watched this scene, a flicker of wonder in his eyes. Wilde's magic tricks always amazed people. Seeing Mo Xuanji's gaze, Wilde smiled proudly, "This is a magic trick I created myself. Do you want to learn? I'll teach you after I'm done today."
"Learn." It is always good to have many skills. If you are willing to teach, you are willing to learn.
"Junior, please help put this sign outside. I'll go move the other one."
Mo Xuanji nodded and carried the sign with the catchy slogan out of the tent. Before he could place it, the ground suddenly shook, accompanied by a distant rumbling sound.
Mo Xuanji was startled and looked around: "What's going on? Is there an earthquake?"
Wilde took a deep breath, unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, and took a sip. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "Come on, junior. The real battle is about to begin."
Before he could even complain about this, Mo Xuanji looked in the direction of the vibration's source and was so shocked that he was speechless.
Everywhere they looked, there were heads. Amidst the billowing dust, a large army rushed towards them with disorganized steps, shouting slogans in a disjointed but resounding rhythm, as if they were running a marathon. Their faces were filled with uncontrollable excitement and agitation; Mo Xuanji could even faintly hear a few monkey cries.
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The first-year rookies seemed particularly interested in the activities, and there were several familiar faces among the leading group.
"Oh my god."
"Is this a siege?" Mo Xuanji couldn't help but complain in his mind. He turned his head and saw Wilde's pleading eyes.
"Junior, please!"
"...I understand. Leave it to me." Mo Xuanji closed his eyes and let out a long breath. Although this was a challenging task for someone with social anxiety, he would not back down since he had promised Wilde.
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, revealing a pair of resolute black eyes behind the plain lenses. He thought to himself: Come on, all this is just a whetstone to make his heart stronger. There's nothing to be afraid of.
He picked up a stack of postcards and walked over to the billboard with an expressionless face. Actually, the background image on this billboard was specially designed by Wilde for it. Nothing else was needed; Mo Xuanji only had to stand in front and strike a pose. However, doing so would only make him more conspicuous, doubling his embarrassment.
The senior’s thoughtfulness made the socially anxious student feel panic.
Wilde counted the props needed for the performance one by one in the back and made an "OK" gesture to Mo Xuanji.
Perhaps the beauty was too attractive, or perhaps Wilde's magic was too wonderful, but after seeing this, many people turned 90 degrees and headed towards the magic club.
"Classmate, can I take a picture of you? I'm sorry, I know this is a bit awkward, but I really... oh, sorry..."
Mo Xuanji turned around and saw a young man in a plaid shirt standing there shyly, his face slightly red. He was holding a black camera tightly in his hands.
"Yes," Mo Xuanji managed to utter with difficulty. Later, someone else expressed a desire to take a photo with him, and for the sake of publicity for the magic club, Mo Xuanji agreed to all of them.
Postcards were distributed in stacks, and group photos were taken one after another.
Mo Xuanji didn't know what expression was on his face right now. He only knew that the ground beneath his feet was about to be pierced through by him. Perhaps it was the increased friction from his clenched toes, but Mo Xuanji felt he had never stood so steadily in his life. As expected, he was more interested in confronting Weird than socializing.
Just as Mo Xuanji was about to give up, a burst of exclamations suddenly erupted from the opposite clubs, quickly drawing everyone's attention. Wilde, unable to resist his curiosity, emerged.
Across from the Magic Club was the Calligraphy Club. When they were setting up their respective areas, Mo Xuanji had been puzzled by the large blank space they had left. Now he finally understood what it was for.
Three well-built men stepped forward in unison, their movements in unison. After bowing to the audience, they unleashed their shirts with a single, impressive gesture, drawing gasps of surprise. Some quickly covered their eyes, only to see their eyes darting wildly through their fingers.
A fellow dressed as a scholar smiled crookedly, walked up and bowed, then turned around, took out a brush, dipped it in ink, and began to show off his calligraphy on the smooth and delicate "rice paper".
Mo Xuanji was stunned. Wilde shook his head and sighed.
A powerful and rhythmic music suddenly started playing, drawing everyone's attention. The cosplay club members all donned cute, soft dresses, bunny and cat ear headbands, and began dancing to the Pure Land.
Next to his house was a fitness club, where several shirtless guys were showing off their muscles in all sorts of poses. They were doing push-ups with one hand on their backs, doing bottle cap abs (yes, that's what), doing handstands and lifting weights—everything they could think of.
When he ran out of tricks to do, the president thought for a moment, then took out a huge hammer weighing several hundred kilograms and started to perform a stone-breaking trick with his chest.
Mo Xuanji: Subway, old people, cell phones.
Senior Wang, I'm sorry, he was a little too loud earlier. Compared to this group of guys, Lao Wang's honey trap can be said to be the most gentle and conscientious.
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Seeing that everyone had been snatched away, the bosses weren't in a hurry. Some even joined in the fun, their smiles wider than their own. Some even went so far as to kidnap people from other people's territories.
"Classmate, I see you have a unique talent and are a good candidate for cosplay. Why don't you join us..." "Thank you, but I'm the president of the dance club." "..."
"I've been reborn, on the day the club is recruiting new members! They bullied and humiliated me in my previous life, but this time I swear to take back the membership that's rightfully mine! Please join the club and I'll tell you my detailed revenge plan."
"V me 50, I'll do it for you... What did you say? Today is not Thursday, it doesn't matter, after joining our food club, every day is Crazy Thursday!" "Stay away from our tea ceremony club, bastard!" "Hey~"
There were so many flaws that Mo Xuanji almost couldn't maintain her character. The system laughed carelessly in its sea of consciousness, and judging by the noise, it was probably rolling on the ground.
Mo Xuanji adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. He really wasn't used to wearing them.
"...Xuan Ji?" Zhu Changan's slightly hesitant voice sounded from behind, and Mo Xuan Ji turned around reflexively.
"Chang'an? And Ji Sheng, what a coincidence." Mo Xuanji had originally made an appointment with her friends in the afternoon, but she didn't expect to meet them here in the morning.
Zhu Changan changed into his favorite casual clothes, and Ji Sheng turned into a sunflower in order to be able to play normally.
"Wow, Xuanji, you look so good in this dress. Neither of us recognized you at first."
"It's that feeling of a cool guy suddenly transforming into a gentleman!" Ji Sheng added excitedly.
Mo Xuanji finally remembered that he was still wearing strange clothes, and suddenly felt ashamed as if someone he knew had caught him showing off. Fortunately, after a morning of experience, Mo Xuanji had become numb to it. He handed Zhu Changan and Ji Sheng two postcards with a calm expression: "Want to come to the magic club to play?"
Zhu Changan quickly took it and asked, "Is this Senior Wang?"
"Um."
Zhu Changan took a look and scratched his head in annoyance. "I feel like magic is a very sophisticated thing. I don't think I can handle it with my brain."
Ji Sheng also refused. His personality really wasn't up to the task. Even in human form, he'd get uncomfortable being stared at, let alone magic.
Mo Xuanji didn't force it: "Okay. It's very lively here, you can walk around for a while."
"Well, we will!"
In order not to disturb Mo Xuanji's mission, Zhu Changan and Ji Sheng left after a brief chat.
The morning passed quickly, and as it was approaching lunchtime, the flow of people began to gradually decrease.
"Let's go eat." Wilde packed up his things, came out of the tent and stretched.
"How many people did we recruit today?"
"If you don't include those under consideration, there are thirty-one." Wilde smiled with satisfaction.
Although there weren't many people, it was a perfect first step.
"What do you want to eat today? Senior, please treat me."
"Then I can just order whatever I want?"
"Come on, order whatever you want!"
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