The next morning, Zhao Changan got up early and went to the third playground to run in the morning.

In the slight morning light, he saw that there were also some first-class sports girls running on the playground track.

But it should be all the seniors who are learning from their aunts, and there are almost always one or a few seniors who are kneeling down and licking their uncles around them.

The pearl at the end of September of the Gregorian calendar has faded the heat of summer. Under the gentle sea breeze, the morning breeze is filled with the coolness of late summer and early autumn.

Zhao Changan ran and thought.

In fact, when he saw the long-haired man in the music club sing "The Girl Opposite Comes Here" last night, he had some thoughts in his mind.

Because as he has observed along the way, the number of students surrounding the music club is incomparable to any school club.

It is ranked second. In recent years, a pair of men and women who are good at singing while singing, but it is far from the hot atmosphere of the music club like a fire and oil.

At this time, since Lu Xiao’s vice president and alumnus were looking for him specifically, it means that joining the club is no longer an obstacle to the music club.

"That's it!"

Zhao Changan made up his mind and at the same time he had a strange sigh of fate.

When he was in junior high school, his mother Zhang Lishan enrolled him in training classes everywhere.

Especially the 'vocal training classes, 'guitar training classes, 'piano training classes', and 'ballet training classes' related to vocal music.

In fact, it is just changing direction to fulfill her star dreams of Girls' Generation through Zhao Changan.

As a result, when the family plummeted in high school, the mother left the mind and hoped that her son could get into a good university and have a good job and smooth work.

As a result, it returned to 98.

However, Zhao Changan dramatically chose the shortcut of pirated songs to install a sail for his ideal business empire.

After the morning run, Zhao Changan returned to the dormitory and went to the water room to wash and take a cool shower.

I went to Canteen Six to have a bowl of hot dry noodles.

The huge campus is already quiet.

Although it is still people coming and going.

However, the enrollment sites scattered everywhere for recruiting new members stopped loudspeakers and noise, and just spoke with the juniors who were consulting in normal voices.

Only then did Chang'an understand why it was so lively last night.

Because students in the other grades are in class during the day, they can only work hard to promote sales at night.

Chess club, literature club, gymnastics club, comic club,—

"Zhao Chang'an!"

He suddenly heard a shout of surprise. Looking at him, Su Wei called him at the admissions office of the guitar club.

Hearing Su Wei's shouts, six or seven men and women in the admissions office looked over.

Zhao Changan actually saw two "acquaintances".

The girl who borrowed her guitar from the doctor class, and the proud man who played "You, the deskmate" in the Microelectronics Class 2.

Zhao Changan walked over slowly and decided that if Su Wei asked for an invitation, he would politely decline.

"Where have you been there these two days? Can't find anyone?"

Su Wei held a bottle of mineral water and handed it to Zhao Changan.

"I've lived a two-person world with my girlfriend, what's the matter?"

Zhao Changan shook his hand, and was helpless and did not receive any rewards. He was short-speaking and soft-selling. After receiving the bottle of water, it was difficult to refuse completely.

"Brother, I'm so lucky! Gu Yuming, Microelectronics Class 2."

When Gu Yuming, who was originally facing a great enemy, heard Zhao Changan say this, his face was filled with spring breeze.

He smiled enthusiastically at Zhao Changan and introduced himself: "Brother, I really sang very well that day!"

“Overall, average.”

Zhao Changan looked modest.

"Don't make friends with you two. In the future, in the same club, there is still time. Come and fill out a form!"

Su Wei took out a form and slapped her on the table with a smile.

"Why can he go directly to the guitar club? I can't sing for a long time, just because you know each other?"

A male student carrying a guitar next to him saw this scene and said in a cold voice: "It's such a guitar club. It would be better if I don't join!"

"Which class is yours? What playground is it in?"

A tall and slightly black-haired young man who finally sat on the chair asked with sharp eyes.

"What about French class in the Foreign Court?"

The male student carrying the guitar was a little dissatisfied and looked at the slightly black man provocatively.

"What playground do you have?"

"What's going on in the playground?"

The male student carrying a guitar still couldn't resist the sharp eyes of the young man. His mouth was hard, but his voice became much weaker.

"Okay, it's understandable. At the welcome party the night after tomorrow, Zhao Changan will perform in the name of the new guitar club. Then you will understand why he can go directly to the guitar club and why you can't."

The male student carrying a guitar turned around and looked at Zhao Changan's face seriously, turned around and left: "Zhao Changan, right? I'll wait!"

"Qin Youyuan, Class 1, Grade 3, School of Law, Deputy Director of the Discipline Inspection Department of the Student Union, and President of the Guitar Club. I skipped class today and waited for you. I just said that I was going to leave the pigeon, wouldn't I let me put the pigeon?"

Qin Youyuan stood up and extended his hand to Zhao Changan with a smile: "Welcome to join the Guitar Club, and our Guitar Club will add another general!"

Su Wei, who was next to her, applauded warmly.

The girl with black-framed glasses and Gu Yuming also applauded.

The remaining two freshmen who seemed to be recruiting were also enthusiastic applause.

"sharp!"

Zhao Changan felt regretful that he was about to die. If he had known that there would be a banquet for Hongmen here, he would take a detour to say anything.

Now that Qin Youyuan is doing this,

It's like Qin Youyuan throwing his face to Zhao Changan as a plate.

Then there are fellow men,

If you don’t answer, Qin Youyuan’s face will be broken this time.

‘Deputy Minister of the Discipline Inspection Department of the School Student Union’

If you really get targeted, it won’t be a good thing!

"I can join, but I have two requirements."

Zhao Changan took out the Yuyan King from his pocket, took out one and handed it to Qin Youyuan, and handed it to Gu Yuming and another male student.

But it was Qin Youyuan who took it.

The other two shook their hands and 'don't smoke'.

"You might as well mention three points, it will be smoother. As long as I am not allowed to run naked now, it will be fine if my guitar club or the position of vice president is added."

Qin Youyuan joked.

Su Wei and the others laughed.

Although Gu Yuming felt a little sad, he had listened to Zhao Chang'an's "Those Years" singing in the third playground that day. Perhaps Gu Yuming still had confidence in playing skills.

But that sound, that lyrics and songs completely crushed him.

So it's also a smirk that fits.

“Since that’s the case,”

This time, Zhao Changan took the initiative to stretch out his hand and said with a smile: "I don't have any conditions and am willing to join the guitar club."

The whole scene was quiet,

Even Qin Youyuan was stunned for a moment.

Then he realized, his eyes were bright and sharp, looking at Zhao Changan with admiration, holding his hand tightly and shaking enthusiastically.

"Qin Youyuan, you are not authentic!"

As a furious female voice came, Zhao Changan saw that he was turning around in front of the music club about a hundred meters away.

Lu Xiao and a delicate woman in Hanfu strode over.

Especially the woman in Hanfu, glaring at Qin Youyuan with anger: "I didn't listen to me, can you know Zhao Chang'an, damn it, I kindly share a good song with you, you--! Zhao Chang'an, you haven't filled in the form yet?"

"I~"

Zhao Changan was about to speak,

I felt like my big hand was held by a warm and tender little hand, and the fingertips felt a little rough.
To be continued...