“Why the Classical Literature Club?”
Lin Yi and Jian Shuye closed the door to the Student Council office and headed towards the fourth floor.
“Because they’re not doing their job. As the Classical Literature Club, their bookshelves are full of mystery novels.”
So Jian Shuye had noticed it a long time ago.
Lin Yi expressed her admiration for this.
“So, how do we borrow it?” Lin Yi was a little curious. “If it’s just a matter of not doing their job, even if we report it to the faculty advisor, the most they’d get is a reprimand, right?”
Looking at Jian Shuye’s expression, Lin Yi felt the other girl wasn’t one to play strictly by the rules.
“Don’t tell me you want to impersonate the Student Council and strip them of their right to use the club room?”
Jian Shuye stopped walking, turned her head, and looked at Lin Yi.
“What?”
“What kind of person do you think I am in your eyes?” Jian Shuye crossed her arms.
“Uh, I’d rather not say.”
“Speak boldly.”
“Yes! Young Lady Jian Shuye is the most sacred president of the Myriad Phenomena Club in my heart!” Lin Yi stood at attention.
“And?”
“My boss, my life mentor, and someone I must never forget.”
Only then did Jian Shye continue walking forward, explaining: “My plan is to challenge them, to prove they don’t have the professional competence to maintain the Classical Literature Club, and make them find another place.”
“Another place? Do they even have somewhere else to go?”
“Don’t underestimate my information network.” Jian Shuye pointed at her own head. “The Classical Literature Club was just established last year. After splitting off from the Literature Club, they haven’t recruited any new members this year.”
So that’s how it was. Lin Yi could understand a little now. She also thought that having a Classical Literature Club when a Literature Club already existed was a completely redundant move.
“Uh, Shuye, I have a question.”
“Ask.”
“Why not just take over their club directly?” Lin Yi was a moderate. “Pretend to join the Classical Literature Club, and when the time is right, I’ll immediately support you as president…”
“That’s not necessary.”
Jian Shuye mercilessly rejected the idea, then leaned against the wall, lifting her chin. “If I wanted to save effort, I would have settled things in the Student Council office. Why bother running up and down, wasting energy?”
Lin Yi closed her eyes, put her hands together, and bowed slightly in submission.
“I don’t like inheriting someone else’s legacy. I prefer to create and control everything myself.”
In other words, she didn’t like NTR themes. She really didn’t like them.
“Besides, if we wanted to take over their club, we’d have to fill out a Club Application Form first.” Jian Shuye started walking again. “In this school, I’m the only one who accepts other people’s application forms. Do you understand?”
“Completely understood!”
The two arrived at the door of the Classical Literature Club.
Lin Yi asked, “How do we challenge them? First, let me say I don’t deny your skills, Young Lady Shuye, but taking on two by yourself is a bit too arrogant.”
“Hmm, I also think one against two is too cruel.” Jian Shuye’s right hand stroked her smooth chin. “Especially since your literary level hasn’t been verified yet. Having you face off against both of them…”
“Wait!” Lin Yi interrupted. “You were originally thinking of me challenging them?!”
“What else?”
Lin Yi spread her hands in a helpless gesture. “But I haven’t read any classical literature!”
Jian Shuye scoffed. “They haven’t either!”
“Then what’s the point of having a Classical Literature Club?”
“That’s exactly why we’re here.”
Lin Yi waved her hands repeatedly. “No, no, I can’t do it. I can’t stand losing face. Every time I argue with someone, I’m the first one to get flustered. I’m also physically weak, with a soft voice and a delicate waist, easy to push over…”
Before she could finish, Lin Yi’s phone lit up.
She opened it and felt conflicted inside.
Jian Shuye: [Congratulations on Your Wealth]
“I…”
Jian Shuye: [Congratulations on Your Wealth]
Lin Yi’s heart was filled with hesitation.
Jian Shuye put away her phone. “Go. Knock.”
Lin Yi hated her own powerlessness.
Knock knock knock.
The door opened. The two girls they’d seen last time were wearing glasses, each holding a book.
The scent of coffee wafted from the classroom.
“Ah! It’s them.”
“The two girls who secretly used our classroom and drank our tea last time.”
Could you please not gossip about people right in front of them? It’s really awkward.
Lin Yi coughed, then introduced them. “We’re from the Myriad Phenomena Club. I’m Lin Yi. Our great president, Jian Shuye, says…”
Jian Shuye lifted her loafer and stepped on Lin Yi’s shoe.
“Says what?”
“Eek! It’s me! It was me who felt that after coming to the Classical Literature Club last time, I discovered these two people weren’t doing their job and have no right to use this classroom, so I’ve come specifically to seek guidance!”
Lin Yi’s words came out as fast as a machine gun.
The two girls from the Classical Literature Club looked at each other. Finally, the taller girl stepped forward. “I’m the president, Ji Yin. If you’re here to cause trouble over something like this, then go report it to the Student Council or a teacher. There’s no need to come here and play at ‘seeking guidance.'”
See? Just as I predicted.
Lin Yi looked triumphantly at Jian Shuye. However, this charming beauty calmly said, “We’ve already reported it. At the time, we were acting on behalf of the Student Council to inspect the operations of each club. We just happened to catch you as an example.”
Ji Yin argued, “What books we put in the club room and what we do is the members’ freedom!”
“Improper use of a classroom can lead to the Student Council reclaiming it.”
What a clever move, borrowing authority… wait, no, Jian Shuye is the authority herself. She really would dare to reclaim it.
And the other party didn’t even question Jian Shuye’s identity. It seemed this young lady’s formidable reputation had spread throughout the entire school.
The other club member timidly tugged on Ji Yin’s sleeve.
Ji Yin sighed. “So what do you want?”
“Simple. A Classical Literature Competition.”
Jian Shuye glanced at the classroom door. “Aren’t you going to invite us in to discuss this?”
Ji Yin rolled her eyes, led her member back into the classroom, and didn’t close the door.
After entering, the female club member pulled out two chairs for Jian Shuye and Lin Yi to sit, then sat down next to her president.
“A Classical Literature Competition? How does it work?”
Jian Shuye extended her index and middle fingers. “Each of us will select a work. No restrictions on genre. Time limit: fifteen minutes. Select a chapter for analysis and write an essay of about five hundred words about it.”
Ji Yin thought for a moment, feeling it was reasonable, and pressed further. “How do we determine the winner?”
Jian Shuye pointed at herself. “I’ll evaluate.”
“You?” Ji Yin felt her nose was about to twist in anger.
“Besides me, there’s no one else in the school who can give a fair and impartial evaluation.”
“Even if we invited a Chinese language teacher over, what’s this about you appointing yourself?” Ji Yin didn’t believe it at all.
“Because if you invite any Chinese language teacher, they’ll act according to my wishes.” Jian Shuye refuted.
Arrogant!
Arrogant Shuye!
“Who ever heard of someone being both the athlete and the referee?” Ji Yin protested.
“You’re mistaken. I’m not the athlete.” Jian Shuye pointed at Lin Yi. “She’ll represent me. You can rest assured, she has zero classical literary literacy. Just like you.”
Lin Yi could only offer an awkward smile.
Under this combined pressure, Ji Yin bit her lip, her eyes constantly shifting between Jian Shuye’s and Lin Yi’s faces.
Seeing the other party was still hesitating, Jian Shuye crossed her arms. “You don’t have a choice. If you reject my proposal, the next people to come will be the Student Council president and the faculty advisor.”
“And if we agree?”
“Then you still have a chance to struggle.” Jian Shuye said. “If you somehow manage to win, I’ll act as if nothing happened and leave.”
“Add a condition!” Ji Yin slapped the table. “I’ll also be a judge! Each of our scores will be discounted by half! And if we win, you have to get the Student Council to increase the Classical Literature Club’s funding!”
“Deal.”
“How do you guarantee you won’t deliberately give my member a low score?” Although Ji Yin was talking about her own member, her gaze was directed at Lin Yi.
Jian Shuye flicked her hair. “Don’t worry. I treat Lin Yi even more harshly than I treat your member. My evaluation of her analysis will only have a score of one hundred or zero. No middle ground.”
Are you messing with me?
Lin Yi felt like a rice ball, being kneaded and squeezed in Jian Shuye’s hands, utterly without dignity.
In fact, as Jian Shuye said, the Classical Literature Club had no choice.
They could only agree, placing their hope of defending their classroom on Lin Yi, who had never read classical literature.
Will we win?
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