Chapter 17 Come here, don't even think about running away
Song Jiamu's hand was still on the door handle;
The clouds on the notebook touched by the tip of the pen are sparse;
Their eyes met each other, and they were all stunned.
Song Jiamu backed out again and looked at the classroom number again, 302, that's right.
Before he could speak, Yun Shuqian, who had been preparing for the interview, suddenly became discouraged and asked: "Song Jiamu, what do you want to see me for?"
"Oh no...why are you here?"
Song Jiamu was confused, "Please tell me more clearly. When did I take the initiative to find you?"
"Well, if you can, don't ask me to borrow my notes before the exam this semester."
"...Brother, I was joking."
"Who is your brother!"
"Stop, stop, stop..."
Song Jiamu was afraid of her. As soon as they met, the air smelled of gunpowder, "You haven't answered my question yet, why are you here?"
"Why am I here? Do you care where I am..."
"No, isn't this the interview place for new recruits of the Internet Literature Research Society? Where are their people? Were they kicked away by you?"
"So you are here..."
"Are you just..."
The four eyes met each other, and they were all a little shocked.
Yun Shuqian's heart surged, it was indeed a trap set by God! Why did Song Jiamu come to the club she founded to interview? By the way... He was using pen and paper... He fainted!
It’s true that the road between enemies is narrow, and so is Murphy’s Law. So what’s wrong with it?
Song Jiamu seemed more surprised than Yun Shuqian.
I thought I knew her very well, but I didn't expect that she also likes to read online novels. Could it be that she is also a codeword girl? She even created a club specifically. Song Jiamu didn't think that she was just trying to improve her comprehensive test scores.
The depth is bottomless and the clouds are sparse.
Of course, reading online novels is not an unacceptable hobby. His father also likes to read all kinds of stories about his son-in-law.
Song Jiamu looked at her with a strange expression. Normally, once a girl like this with a serious appearance likes to read online novels, the types of books she likes are mostly not serious. Maybe she likes some kind of overbearing president who wants to give birth to a hundred hundred yuan.
Articles like Ling Babao?
In short, this club cannot be added!
"Sorry, I saw it wrong."
Song Jiamu greased the soles of his feet and prepared to run away.
"You, you are not allowed to leave!"
Yun Shuqian moved very quickly, running out with a whoosh, holding his arm and dragging him into the classroom.
"I promise, I swear! I will never tell anyone that you like the idea of a domineering president falling in love with me!"
"What the hell! I didn't!"
"I'll swallow it!"
"I really didn't!"
"What kind of club is this? How do you recruit new people?"
"Come in... come in quickly!"
Yun Shuqian suppressed her blush, dragging Song Jiamu into the classroom and slamming the door, as if trying to steal his bride.
She finally figured it out. It didn't matter if Song Jiamu didn't know. Now that he knew, she couldn't let him run away. Anyway, it was difficult to recruit new people now. Every one who could come was one.
Song Jiamu always felt that he had broken into some of her big secrets, so she pushed him down on a chair and sat down, looking frightened.
"Don't you want to have an interview? Let's get started."
Yun Shuqian opened the notebook, and Song Jiamu saw that there were only a few names on the pages, and there were also crosses at the back.
"Can I skip the interview?" Song Jiamu asked cautiously.
"No, even if you know me very well, I can't let you go through the back door." Yun Shuqian looked businesslike.
"What I mean is that I won't join." Song Jiamu said speechlessly.
Hearing this, Yun Shuqian's big eyes stared at him again, and the fingertips of the hand holding the pen were slightly white due to exertion.
"You're already here, let me give you an interview."
Song Jiamu quickly changed his mind, thinking that he would go through the process and forget it. Yun Shuqian never dealt with him, so he would definitely find an excuse to kick him away.
"Be more serious."
"yes."
"Name."
"..."
Song Jiamu was about to complain, but he caught a glimpse of her eyes again, so he had to say honestly: "Song Jiamu."
"age."
"twenty."
"Where did you see our recruitment information?"
"School Forum."
"Why do you want to join our club?"
This problem stumped Song Jiamu. He originally wanted to join, but now he doesn't want to join at all!
"Interested in online literature."
"What are your strengths or strengths? What are your weaknesses?"
"Does it count for being handsome..."
"Song Jiamu!"
"I study hard, endure hardships, and obey organizational arrangements. My specialty is reading books quickly and reading a lot. My shortcoming is that I don't know how to reject others."
Yun Shu rolled his eyes at him. After knowing him for so many years, there was not a single word of truth in what he said above. Song Jiamu was nothing but handsome.
But she still recorded it carefully. After all, she needed to use it when making information. Who told her to fall into a trap by herself?
Then, according to the procedure, I asked him about his knowledge of the club, his future plans, whether he had held any positions, etc.
Song Jiamu felt that she was not in an interview, but more like a blind date.
"Since you like online literature, let me recommend a few of your favorite books."
"..."Those Things in the Ming Dynasty", "Qin Officials", "The Lord of Mysteries""
Yun Shuqian raised his head and glanced at him, "Shit!" You obviously like "The Ultimate Butler" and "The Big Stick" the most!
"So, you have read so many books, have you ever tried to create something on the Internet?"
Song Jiamu became vigilant, yes, of course there is.
But this can't be said! If she knew about the book she wrote, she would definitely say in a disgusting tone, 'Oh~? I can't see that you still write this kind of book, you are really unsatisfied.'
"No!"
Song Jiamu was categorical and asked her casually: "So have you written a book? Can I read your work?"
"I am interviewing you now, classmate Song Jiamu, please position yourself correctly."
"..."
In a mediocre interview, two people hid a hundred and eight secrets.
Song Jiamu couldn't understand why she had to ask so many questions, including whether he had anyone he liked. Are all club interviews like this? Or was Yun Shuqian seeking personal gain?
"Then the last question is, what are you more accepting of?"
Seeing Yun Shuqian's harmless appearance, Song Jiamu became wary.
"What do you mean? I don't quite understand..."
"That is, if you and the president have different opinions, what will you choose?"
Damn, it’s just an interview, why should I be so tricky!
He must have tied up the president, whipped her, and dripped candle oil on her until she surrendered.
"Ahem... Generally speaking, as long as it doesn't violate the core socialist values, I'm fine with it."
"very good."
Yun Shuqian is satisfied.
"You passed the rigorous interview, and from now on, you are a member of the online literary club!"