After the spring recruitment of clubs ended, many clubs chose these two days to interview newcomers who had been tricked into the job.
When recruiting people, you say nice words, "Oh my fellow juniors, I see that you are a good fit for our club." During the interview, you start with the sentence "Why do you want to join our club."
Except for some large clubs, the school does not have fixed classrooms for club activities. You have to apply every time you want to use a classroom. Many small clubs often use the cafeteria as an activity venue.
Although the online literature club is shabby, Yun Shuqian also applied for a classroom for interviews. After all, you can't just invite new people to the cafeteria for interviews from the beginning.
Song Jiamu inquired about the situation and walked around the second floor. In the almost lit classrooms, other clubs were conducting interviews.
Compared with the bustle of autumn recruitment, spring recruitment is a bit more deserted, and the interview situation of each club is also different.
Like in some popular clubs, there are more than ten people sitting in the classroom. During the interview, they will introduce themselves and ask questions and answers. The seniors and seniors are sitting at the bottom of the stage, and there are slightly nervous newcomers on the stage.
For some relatively unpopular clubs, the classrooms are a bit empty, and there are very few newcomers for interviews, so there are more interviewers than newcomers.
While Song Jiamu was cracking melon seeds, he curiously stood at the window and looked into the classroom.
As a result, he was mistakenly thought that he was coming for an interview, and a sophomore sister ran out happily.
"Classmate, are you here for an interview?"
"Ah? I'll just take a look."
"Stop looking, come in quickly, our walking club welcomes you!"
"...I didn't sign up, so what does your walking club do?"
"Let's go for a walk together! If the female club members allow it, you can hold hands! Come on, come on, if you are a classmate, there will be many schoolmates who are willing to hold hands with you and walk!"
"What if not?"
"Look at how I am..."
"..."
It sounded interesting, and Song Jiamu was almost roped in for an interview.
Thinking of Yun Shuqian still waiting for him in the classroom, if she found out that he had defected to the walking club and was holding hands with his senior sister, she would probably strangle him to death.
Quickly rejecting the senior sister's invitation, Song Jiamu left the second floor and went up to the third floor.
There are also some clubs conducting interviews on the third floor, but it is more deserted than the second floor.
The classroom lights in 302 were on. When he walked past the window, Song Jiamu didn't even notice anyone in the classroom. If others had walked past, they probably wouldn't have thought that half of the people from a certain club were hidden inside, right?
Walking to the front door, Song Jiamu saw Yun Shuqian sitting in the first row.
The little girl is sitting on a chair reading a book, quietly like a study room.
When she heard the noise, she raised her head and glanced at the door, then looked at the time. Without speaking, she seemed to be discouraged. She changed from sitting to lying on her stomach and continued reading.
"You came so early?"
"As an interviewer, not being late is a sign of respect."
"I thought the same as you, so I wasn't late." Song Jiamu quickly approached.
There are still two minutes left until half past seven.
Yun Shuqian really couldn't find anything to find fault with, so she could only give him a blank look.
Song Jiamu sat down next to her, and the two of them were next to each other.
There was no one else around now, and Yun Shuqian didn't chase him away.
When he is around, I feel warmer.
She looked depressed, lying on the table, resting her chin on her arms, and looking at the classroom door from time to time.
As long as she hears voices or footsteps, she will change from lying down to sitting upright.
But the people who passed by didn't knock on the door or look inside, and just walked away. She pouted again, lay down again, and retracted her short legs to step on the bars of the chair.
Her soft hair was scattered on her shoulders, and Song Jiamu beside her could catch the gentle and soft atmosphere of a girl in the air.
"I bought something to eat."
Song Jiamu took out the snacks in his hand and handed her the yogurt. He took out the box of strawberries and placed the opened melon seeds on the table.
"We are having an interview now, student Song Jiamu, please pay more attention."
"sorry."
Song Jiamu put the snacks in the drawer.
It's half past seven.
The appointed interview time has come, and both of them were sitting upright. Even Song Jiamu took out a book and pretended to write and draw, intending to give the newcomer the impression that "the senior is very busy."
Yun Shuqian looked at the door more frequently. Unfortunately, let alone someone coming, even the sound of footsteps became less and less.
Seven forty.
Song Jiamu took out the snack again and gently poked the girl's soft arm.
"Oh, I don't want to eat..."
"No, I mean, can I eat it myself?"
"...Eat, eat."
The classroom was quiet, except for the sound of Song Jiamu opening the plastic strawberry box.
Yun Shuqian looked back at him.
He moved lightly, opening it bit by bit, and then took off the lid of the yogurt. He pinched a strawberry, dipped it in the yogurt cup, put it in his mouth and ate it deliciously.
Then, there was the sound of eating melon seeds.
Yun Shuqian looked back at him again.
He no longer dared to eat it with his mouth. He held the small melon seeds between his thumb and index finger and slowly peeled them off one by one.
Let me make it clear first, this is not because I am afraid of her, this is because a person who knows the current affairs is a hero. This woman is obviously in a bad mood now, only a fool would get into trouble.
Song Jiamu put the peeled melon seeds on a paper towel and soon had a handful. He planned to save a big handful and eat them in one bite. He would be very satisfied.
Seven fifty.
Twenty minutes have passed since the scheduled interview time.
Yun Shuqian stopped looking at the door. She took out the form. There were about twelve applicants on it, seven of whom had not been notified in advance that they would not be able to come. She took out her mobile phone and called the remaining five.
"Hello?"
"Hello, are you Chen Daiman? I'm from the Internet Literature Club. I have an interview appointment at 7:30 today. Are you here now?"
"Ah...I'm sorry, I suddenly had something to do and couldn't go. I forgot to tell you. I'm sorry."
After hanging up the phone, Yun Shuqian crossed out the other party's name.
"Why don't you make a new appointment with her?" Song Jiamu asked, peeling melon seeds. She clearly looked like she needed someone new.
"Although we are short of people, we don't want everyone. If I call and ask about my job, if she really doesn't want to come, just forget it."
"Well, I have principles, I like it."
Yun Shuqian looked at him.
Song Jiamu explained: "I mean, I am also a very principled person."
Yun Shuqian continued to call the remaining four people and asked them one by one why they didn't come. One of them said that he had forgotten and wanted to come over now, but she refused. She directly checked the box next to her name and said "Failed to pass the interview".
.
"We have different ways, so we don't want to work together!" Yun Shuqian said.
"It seems like you and I are the only ones who have the foresight at Nuo University." Song Jiamu said principledly.
"If you say...just try to do it."
Compared with the small depression of not being able to recruit people, it would be a big depression if all the random people were brought in.
After the interview, Yun Shuqian felt relaxed all over. He crossed his fingers and turned his palms outward, stretching his delicate body like a peach tree upwards. It looked like his chest had a cute outline?
"I'm hungry!"
"Here are strawberries, which are delicious dipped in yogurt. Do you think my pile of melon seeds look like... Hey, hey, hey?!"
Song Jiamu was about to show off his pile of peeled melon seeds, but he didn't expect that Yun Shuqian took them over and ate them all in one bite.
Look at him with a look of pain on his face and beating his chest and feet.
Chewing the fragrant and satisfying melon seeds, the girl was so happy that her eyes narrowed.