typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 32 Difficulties at the beginning

Yun Shuqian was guarding the base camp, while Song Jiamu was dispatching leaflets nearby.

Because of his good family background, Song Jiamu has not yet had a part-time job. He is writing online articles. Although he only has a thousand subscriptions, including full attendance, his monthly pocket money is enough.

Song Jiamu was very methodical when it was his first time to do a job like distributing leaflets.

"Junior sister, do you like online literature? Would you like to come to our club to learn more?"

Song Jiamu stopped a very good-looking girl.

Usually boys don't dare to talk to such good-looking girls.

However, Song Jiamu himself is also very handsome, to the extent that girls would exclaim, "Oh no, my belly is bulging" after looking at him.

If you want to develop a strong mentality, girls with such good looks are your first choice.

"Well, I haven't read a novel for a long time, and oh, junior sister, I am a senior this year."

"It turns out you are a senior sister. I really couldn't tell. Your skin is so good, I thought you were a junior sister."

The beautiful senior sister blushed, covered her mouth and giggled, and naturally took the flyer in his hand.

"Who are you? Why are you so good at talking?"

"I'm a freshman. The people in our club are all talented people and they all speak well. Senior sister, don't you think about it?"

"Hey, you are so brave. You are obviously a freshman and you call everyone junior sister. But senior sister is old. If you give me your contact information, I can introduce you to some junior sisters."

When Song Jiamu was about to give someone his contact information, a pair of small hands appeared from behind and pulled him away with a quick lift.



"Hey, what are you doing? I'm almost done."

"Song Jiamu!"

Yun Shuqian was so angry with him that she put her hands on her hips and raised her head, glaring at him angrily.

"What's wrong? Didn't I get more than ten girls to sign up?"

"Tell me your name! They came to me and asked for your contact information, and then left without even a name. Also, can't you find a boy? Why are all the girls here??"

Yun Shuqian was still surprised. She followed him secretly to see how he sent the flyers. This was incredible. This guy was choosing concubines according to the order. He went to strike up a conversation under the pretense of sending flyers, and even used the young girls in the photos.

They all called her to register their names and contact information, and every girl who came to sign up was pretty good-looking. This was to create a harem.

Of course, she wasn't jealous. Why was she jealous? The main reason was that the girls he found rarely read novels, so she passed them all.

"My president, if you don't read novels now, it doesn't mean you won't read them in the future. They all say they are very interested. It's okay if they are interested in novels."

"I'm still interested in novels. Everyone who comes here is asking about you. I think I'm more interested in you!"

"Now is the era of free love. Besides being interested in novels, it's normal for you to also be interested in me."

"In short, I do not allow such impure purposes to exist in my club."

Yun Shuqian was speechless. Couldn't she have a simpler purpose when recruiting members like her? When she recruited Song Jiamu, it had nothing to do with him being able to do manual labor.

Song Jiamu was also speechless. He had felt that recruiting new students would be difficult before, but after getting started, he realized that spring recruitment was more difficult than he thought. Each student was smarter than the last.

Don't look at how other clubs recruit new members in various ways. The dance club even pulled out the pickled senior sisters to perform spicy dances. Everyone said openly or covertly that "our club has many beauties" and "there are many handsome guys". Just talking about dreams would make everyone happy.

Too lazy to look.

Literary-related interests are niche in themselves, and traditional literary societies are almost out of control. Of course, this does not mean that there are few people who like reading, but compared to other societies, the activities that can be carried out are destined to be less attractive.

"Also, I guess because you, the club president, are only a freshman, it is more difficult to recruit students in the same class. Moreover, I am handsome, and you are barely good-looking. The number of people in the club is small, and ordinary students will feel pressured. In order to recruit new students,

You can only find another way to support the number of people." Song Jiamu said his thoughts based on the order dispatch situation just now.

It was obvious that Yun Shuqian did not agree with his ideas. As the founder of the online literature club, she hoped that all members in the club would have pure intentions and not come in to fall in love or anything like that.

"Even if we can't get even one person in the end, I don't want to create a mess. Our goal is not to bring in a group of people, but to bring together a group of people with common interests."

Seeing that she was so serious, Song Jiamu stopped talking. He knew that Yun Shuqian had a stubborn temper and was very serious about everything. From elementary school to the present, she had been the class monitor, but she didn't have many truly close friends.

That's because she is too serious.

Yun Shuqian stretched out her little hand: "Give me the flyer, you go and guard the house."

"Recruiting new recruits is not as easy as you think. I hope you won't be shocked."

Song Jiamu then gave her all the leaflets. Because he spoke nicely, he had already sent out nearly a hundred leaflets.

"I'm not that fragile."

Yun Shuqian snorted and picked up the kettle. The color of her kettle was sky blue and it was quite big. There was a strap on the bottle, so she could carry it with her.

She took the remaining two hundred leaflets and distributed them nearby with a water bottle on her back.



Song Jiamu was sitting in the tent, with the registration form in front of her. Excluding those who were passed by her, her current record was 0.

Occasionally, students walking by would take a curious look, but before Song Jiamu came out to introduce it, they all waved and left. After all, the simple appearance of this tent alone did not give people confidence.

But there is nothing we can do about it. Start-up clubs have no manpower and no funds. Every year, there are many start-up clubs in schools, but after a one-year inspection period, none of them close down.

When he was idle and bored, Song Jiamu was observing Yun Shuqian.

A little girl with a ponytail and a flyer in her arms. When she saw someone passing by from a distance, she ran over, her ponytail behind her trembling.

He couldn't hear what she was talking to, he just saw her walking with others, making introductions as they walked, but it was obvious that the other person was not very interested, and gradually she couldn't keep up with the other person, so she stood still and continued to look for the next person.

"Hello, are you interested in knowing..."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just wanted to ask where the e-sports club recruits new people?"

"……there."

"Thanks."

"Hello, are you interested in learning about our online literature club? We..."

"But I don't write books."

"You can also like online literature! We usually have book lists to share, including..."

"Well, forget it, forget it, I rarely read novels now."

The little girl ran around here and there. When she got a little tired, she squatted down on the spot, held the leaflets in her arms, unscrewed the lid of the kettle, and drank a few sips of water. After so long, she only handed out ten leaflets in her hand.

Less than.

She also saw someone throwing the flyer she had just handed in a trash can not far away.

It is not false to say that I feel depressed at all, but the great Yun Shuqian will not be knocked down by this kind of thing.



There were footsteps coming in the distance. She took a deep breath, adjusted her emotions and tried again.

"Hello...Song Jiamu, if you don't guard the house, why are you out here?"

"Let me do it. Don't take my job away from me. I am a person with a strong mentality through inspiration."

Before Yun Shuqian could say anything, Song Jiamu took the flyer from her hand and began to be rejected on her behalf.

This time was different from before, he looked very serious in his cheeky and pestering manner, and she could hear his voice introducing the club from a distance.



Okay, she admitted that Song Zhutou was a bit handsome.

.

.


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next