If you don't step into some pits, you won't even know they are pits.
"Actually, I think it's good to post on the forum..."
“The efficiency is too poor.”
"Then let's..."
"Classmate Song Jiamu!"
Yun Shuqian interrupted him and said seriously: "This is an opportunity to show off the style of our club. If you just post messages on the forum, others can't see anything, so how can you attract people? I admit that you are good-looking.
If it looks good, as long as you sit there, you will get twice the result with half the effort when recruiting new jobs."
"Then if you want to say that, I have no reason to refuse."
Song Jiamu was in a good mood. He heard a kind word from her for the first time and felt that this guy was not so annoying anymore.
The two of them just do what they say.
Yun Shuqian's ability to act is still very strong. Before, he just suffered from lack of helpers. Now he has found a free labor force, so why not squeeze him dry?
…
After class in the afternoon, Yun Shuqian caught Song Jiamu who wanted to sneak away to play ball, and they went to a printing shop to print out about three hundred leaflets.
[Are you short of books? Are you stuck? Can't find a good book for your favorite Amway? No teammates to spell the word with?... Come on! Join us! Let's travel together in the whimsical world of literature! 】
Song Jiamu carefully looked at the contents of the flyer, such as sharing book lists, exchanging reading experiences, exchanging writing experiences, going out together to collect stories, PYing each other's tweets, spelling and other club activities. For someone like him who likes reading and writing books,
For people, it is quite attractive.
Compared with similar literary clubs, the online literary club has a relatively relaxed atmosphere.
But after all, it is still a niche hobby among the student community. I heard that the e-sports club next door has full interviews every day, and even the League of Legends branch has to be platinum or above to have an interview opportunity.
"Did you make this flyer yourself?"
Song Jiamu shook the paper in his hand. It was just an ordinary color print, because the club's funding was very impressive, and Yun Shuqian was currently paying for it out of his own pocket.
"I designed it myself."
Yun Shuqian took a look at the printed effect, and thought it was almost ok. At least it didn't look like a small advertisement posted on a telephone pole asking for a child with a lot of money.
"Just do it..."
Song Jiamu refused to praise her. Without an artist, it was actually quite good for her to create such an effect by herself. He then asked: "How about we set the goal a little lower? With about ten people, I think the pressure to recruit new people will be less."
a lot of."
Yun Shu rolled his eyes at him: "Those who seek the top will get it, and those who seek it will get the bottom. My goal is to recruit fifty people!"
"The club has a one-year assessment period, and we must make some achievements. Student Song Jiamu, you are now the reserve vice president, so you must have a sense of crisis."
"...Yes, that's what the president taught you."
This is also where the two often have disagreements in their daily interactions. Even though Yun Shuqian is a small girl, she is very strong. From elementary school to now, she has almost always been the monitor.
In comparison, Song Jiamu was a lot more lazy. His mother often said that he was lazier than the donkeys in the production team. He was too lazy to move without being whipped.
Walking back from the print shop, students occasionally cast their eyes at them. He and the young and beautiful girl seemed to be a good match.
Song Jiamu also realized that it seemed that he hadn't done the same thing with her for a long time.
The last time we walked side by side on campus like this was in elementary school.
Yun Shuqian was thinking about the club, but she didn't notice that she had been walking side by side with him for so long. Looking at her appearance, it seemed quite natural?
"Then what are your pursuits of this online literary club?"
Song Jiamu asked again, after all, few people know what they are pursuing.
"My goal is to have at least two authors in the club who are high-quality or above!"
Boutique is a term commonly used in the industry, which refers to works with an average subscription of more than 3,000.
"...It seems that you really know a lot about Internet articles." Song Jiamu pointed out.
Yun Shuqian reacted and replied: "You seem to understand?"
The two had a good conversation and started to play tricks again.
"I read a lot, so I understand a lot." Song Jiamu quickly explained, for fear of revealing that he was writing a novel.
“I’ve seen a lot too!”
"Then according to your intention of creating this club, as the president, you should try to create, right?"
"...I will start writing when I finish my work."
"Then I'm going to read your masterpiece carefully."
Song Jiamu suddenly became energetic and felt that joining the online literary club had meaning. There was nothing better than being a critic in her book.
"Tch, I won't show it to you even if I write it..."
“Can’t the president take the lead?”
"Before that, you should take out your own book and let me check it for you."
In this dimension, it was meaningless to engage in endless Tai Chi with her, so Song Jiamu took advantage of the situation and spread his hands, looking like a master:
"Okay, I admit, I am indeed writing a book, but you will never have the chance to read my work in this life. It is really a good book that makes people want to stop reading it."
He peeked at Yun Shuqian's reaction with his peripheral vision. He originally imagined that her face said 'I'm very curious!' Please tell me quickly! 'I really want to read your book!' This kind of reaction did not
Didn't show up.
She was just stunned, as if she didn't expect that he would suddenly dare to blow himself up.
Hey, hey, why don't you follow the script? Grab my phone and see what kind of book I'm going to write. You're so calm, I'm so embarrassed.
"Since you are so honest, I'll tell you too."
Yun Shuqian held the flyer in one hand, brushed the hair around her ear with the other hand, and said in a show-off tone:
"Actually, I'm also writing a book, and I'm still writing it at Qidian. Maybe... it's not necessarily true that you've read my book. Of course, you'll never have the chance to know which author is my author."
"..."
Song Jiamu took a deep breath, and the curiosity in his heart bubbled up on his face, couldn't he? Yun Shuqian was really writing a book? What kind of book was she writing? Or was it Qidian? I heard that the female author was
They are very good at driving, and some unknown XP may be revealed in the book...
"Sir President! Please tell me about the book you wrote! I am very curious! I want to read your masterpiece with all my heart!"
"Forget it, forget it, it's not well written, why am I embarrassed to let you read it."
"Brother and sister? Jio Control? Furui Control? M attribute?..."
"you guess."
"Can you give me some tips?"
"cannot."
Song Jiamu grabbed her arm and walked around her. She seemed to be quite enjoying it, and the little pride in her eyes became more and more intense.
"Then can I ask you a question?"
"Okay, but you have already asked one, classmate Song Jiamu."
Damn, wasn't this the trick he played on her this morning?
"Then can I...ask you four questions?"
"cannot."
Song Jiamu was furious.
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(Thanks to Spongebob’s best friend Mr. Starfish for being the leader. The boss is so generous. I wish the boss a happy birthday!)