It wasn't that Cheng Zhu had a dirty mind, but Ya's behavior at this moment made her a little suspicious.
The Diplomatic Etiquette Society—just hearing the name, one might easily imagine activities organized by a national diplomatic department, or a cultural club dedicated to learning the etiquette of other countries. But listen to what Ya is saying?
Club activities involving visiting a noble family?
What kind of diplomacy is this? Is this diplomacy between a school and the nobility? Or are ordinary people and nobles now considered to be from completely different worlds?
It's understandable that Cheng Zhu was puzzled. While there are class differences in Future Star, the class stratification in a war-torn world is far less rigid than in a dungeon world. Even in a monarchical country, royalty can be assassinated by the military, leading to a change of dynasty. If the enemy country is too powerful, the entire country might be wiped out, leaving former royalty to live in anonymity.
Therefore, Cheng Zhu once heard his elders say: Truth lies only within the range of cannons, and dignity lies only on the edge of a sword.
For a moment, Cheng Zhu even began to doubt whether there was a problem with the translation of the Rules of Strange Tales dungeon, or whether there was something wrong with his understanding. Could it be that what Ya was talking about was really just a very innocent social club?
"Does Christine have any questions?"
Sensing the unusual activity in Cheng Zhu's cerebral cortex, Ya keenly realized what she was thinking, but couldn't immediately pinpoint the specific issue. Considering the core of their conversation was "Diplomatic Etiquette Society," Ya extracted the keywords "Diplomatic Etiquette Society" and "suburban immigrants" from her database. Using her quantum reading ability, she quickly concluded: "Could it be that Christine has longed for the Diplomatic Etiquette Society for a long time, but was simply too shy to say it?"
"What?" Cheng Zhu never expected that Ya would give such an answer that had nothing to do with her.
"Did I say something wrong? I'm sorry (＞人＜；)!"
An apology from Ya immediately appeared in the chat box in front of Cheng Zhu, complete with cute emoticons. Supported by big data, Ya quickly combined Cheng Zhu's emotions and statements, realizing her answer was completely wrong, and reported this to the central database as a new reference for human emotional feedback.
Cheng Zhu rubbed his head, somewhat helplessly: "I just know too little about the Diplomatic Protocol Society. Could you tell me more?"
After Cheng Zhu brought up the topic, Ya immediately regained her cheerful mood and began to explain to Cheng Zhu: "The Diplomatic Etiquette Club is a popular choice for many suburban immigrants at Slote High School. They can learn various ways to enhance their charm, easily connect with the upper class without much effort, earn a large number of general points as academic rewards, and even substitute for elective courses in diplomacy. Club activities also earn credits! And..."
Okay, it turns out my feeling wasn't a misperception.
Cheng Zhu had lost interest in listening to the rest of the beautification content; this club was indeed much as she had imagined.
The reason it's called "diplomacy" is simply because this association does involve some aspects of diplomacy, but not much. Based on the preceding parts alone, Cheng Zhu already understood why this association would become a popular choice for suburban immigrants.
For young people who know nothing about big cities, suddenly having a shortcut to access the upper class is a huge temptation.
Add to that the regionally discriminatory inspector in the apartment building—if one like him appears, more will follow, creating invisible pressure on suburban immigrants and making them even more eager to quickly improve their social class and status and acquire more money.
Most importantly, it is a legitimate student organization within a higher education institution.
Cheng Zhu looked at Ya with a somewhat subtle expression: Does this artificial intelligence really know what I'm saying?
"...In short, if Christine wants to join the Diplomatic Etiquette Club, she should start contacting upperclassmen now." Aya had already summarized, "Otherwise, if you wait until you enter the school to choose a club, there may not be any spots left."
"It's okay, I can look at other clubs. Are there any other popular clubs at the school?"
Cheng Zhu vaguely sensed that she had seen a hidden side of this society, and she had a premonition that the problems of this world were definitely not just this one thing.
"Other popular clubs?"
Ya put her index finger on her chin and began to think seriously: "The Religious History Club, the Theology Club, and the Religious Youth Alliance Club are all very popular, but even if Christine wants to apply for a religion-related major, it's probably too late to join these clubs. They have already announced that they are not recruiting new members this year."
"Are religious topics really that popular?"
Cheng Zhu was a bit surprised, but upon reflection, it made sense. After all, gods can't make guns and cannons for future stars in times of war, but they can provide spiritual sustenance for people in times of peace.
"That's right. Religious-related majors are also popular majors, and many people apply for them every year."
Ya nodded, about to recommend something to Chengzhu, when Chengzhu interrupted her in time: "What about other majors? For example, science and engineering? Or humanities majors? Sports majors?" As for fine arts and music, Chengzhu lacked too much artistic talent, so they wouldn't consider them for now.
The most valuable quality in a person is self-awareness.
"Science and engineering? That's too difficult, very few people apply." Ya frowned. "Is Christine interested in it? Although as an inheritor, Christine can still enroll even if she doesn't pass the entrance exam, she still can't graduate if she fails the final professional exam."
It seems that Asia has never considered the possibility that suburban immigrants could pass STEM majors.
Not to mention their excellent grades.
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