Li Mingde darkened his face: "How important is the club life of Zhixing College? It's okay if you didn't understand it before, but after the club promotion meeting on the 24th, can you still explain it clearly? At the meeting, I asked you to pay attention to it and find it as soon as possible.
Apply to join your favorite club to avoid being fined for credits. After so many days, most of the hundreds of people who participated have achieved results, but what about you?"
He tapped on the desktop, and the sensor activated the simple AR device, which displayed a piece of information: "Xue Lei, joined the traditional martial arts club on the 25th and then quit the club?"
"The skills over there are too rough..." Xue Lei tried to explain, but Li Mingde glared back fiercely. Ronan also glanced at him, deeply impressed.
But then it was his turn: "And you, Ronan, you said you would attend the interview for the Occult Research Society on the 27th, but you didn't take the exam. Haha, you were absent from class all day!"
Ronan opened his mouth to explain, but finally closed his mouth and just stood quietly.
Li Mingde pointed out other people's failed or even blank club experiences one by one, and finally sneered: "You are so calm. I told you at the club promotion meeting that according to school regulations, the club series credits total 24 points in three years, 8 points each year.
If you don't join the club, all 8 points will be deducted. Do the math, how many additional courses do you need to take to make up for the gap?"
For many students, this is the most realistic problem. After all, one main course is only 4 credits per year. The gap between the two main courses is enough to wipe out most people's efforts throughout the year.
At that moment, there was an uneasy commotion in the office. It seemed that the school was playing for real? This was so different from their previous school!
At this time, Li Mingde gave them another heavy blow: "The final deadline for new students to join the company is September 30th. Today is the 28th, there is still time, right? But I want to remind you that tomorrow is a weekend holiday, and most of them
The club will no longer recruit new students into the club!"
A bunch of people looked down at their watches, and then their faces turned pale. The club activities ended at 6 o'clock, but it was already 5:20. In other words, even if they turned around and left now, they would only have less than 40 minutes to find the club, apply to join, and process it.
The procedure... this only requires the club to be willing to accept it!
Immediately, someone screamed: "Isn't this doomed?"
Xue Lei and Ronan looked at each other and realized that this was very similar to what Chen Xiaolin reminded them, so they both lowered their heads and pretended to be dead.
Seeing the lifeless or shattering expressions of a group of people, Li Mingde waved his hand: "Whether it's the school or me as a consultant, we have fulfilled our obligation to inform you, and you will have to bear the consequences of the choices you make..."
...Well, time is tight and those who still want to save their credits should seize the time and work hard."
Hey, hey, is this the end?
When it comes to choosing a club, except for weirdos like Xue Lei who quit the club on their own, and special situations like Ronan, most people are introverted, indecisive, and inexperienced at the age of fifteen or sixteen.
At this young age, after several rounds of bombings, I have already lost my mind and have no choice!
A group of people looked at each other, no one dared to move, some were timid and were about to cry. Ronan and Xue Lei, who originally wanted to withdraw, were too embarrassed to move again.
Until a person with a vague mind suddenly opened his mouth, Qiqi Ai Ai said: "Well, Consultant Li, it's already this time. It's too late for us to hurry up and slow down. Is there any arrangement the school can make..."
"The school will not interfere with students' free choice." Li Mingde continued to emphasize the word "free choice" and ignored it.
The young man became anxious and began to speak indiscriminately: "But you are a consultant. When students have problems, shouldn't you help solve them?"
"You idiots, are you letting me take over you now?" After saying this, Li Mingde's serious face softened slightly. He leaned back in his chair and pondered for a moment, "Well, let me give you a suggestion.
Just a suggestion!”
No matter what came out of his mouth, the students who were in a hurry and rushed to the hospital were all affected by it: "Suggestions are OK, suggestions are OK."
One person took the lead, and many others responded, and soon the office was in chaos.
Li Mingde shook his head and pointed to the students: "Actually, I just want to say: At times like this, it is inevitable to be more realistic. You don't have to think about a well-known and well-resourced club. Personal interests and specialties should also come last. Everything else
The purpose of joining a society is to ensure a place to live first..."
A group of young people thought about it for a while, and suddenly realized that it made sense, and they all said: "That's right, that's right."
"Then you can only choose those that are in a less popular direction and are less popular. The activities of these associations are often intensive and the resources are limited. You may have glanced at them before, but you can't care about them now."
Li Mingde sighed: "To put it bluntly, preserving credits and ensuring the quality of learning are the first priority. This is my suggestion. You have heard it, so hurry up and do it now."
The ten or so young people looked at each other. It sounded reasonable, but it was too general.
Seeing the expressions of the waiting people, Li Mingde laughed and said: "I've already mentioned this, what else do you want? Do you think you don't have enough time? Well, I'll open a back door for you. If you feel that you can't make a choice in half an hour,
, just add one more night, contact me before 8 o'clock tomorrow morning, and tell me your choice. I will try to communicate with those societies and arrange a reply or interview for you. It can't be any later, otherwise it will definitely not be arranged... and
, and there is no guarantee of success.”
Of course it would be good to have an extra night to think about it, but the problem is that it is unreliable. Some people looked bitter and said: "Consultant, there are more than 4,000 school clubs, can you draw a range or something?"
"You think this is a final exam?"
Li Mingde glared at it, pondered for a moment, and tapped on the desktop. The smart office system switched the interface and displayed a list of club names according to the conditions he set. There were thirty or forty names: "I searched for some from the management system.
, you can refer to it..."
The crowd pushed forward, and Xue Lei at the front glanced at him and laughed out loud:
Man-Eating Plant Bonsai Art Interest Group?
Female Misty Poetry Psychology Research Society?
M31 Nebula Higher Life Telepathic Association?
What the hell?
Ronan didn't join in the fun. He was so overwhelmed that he took advantage of the crowd to retreat and hide temporarily.
Credits and club matters were important, but right now, most of his mind was still churning with the long electric light wire. He unknowingly took out the film envelope and stared at it in a daze.
At this time, he saw that the long electric light line had poked a small hole in the seal bag, half of it was exposed, and it looked sharper than he imagined.
"The material is indeed special... but how can this be a problem with the material?" Ronan finally took the long thread in his hand, and the next moment, he was stunned.
The first barrier-free contact, the long and slender touch, but there is an incredible "temperature" seeping in. After savoring it carefully, it is neither cold nor hot, but like a numb electric energy, which is introduced from the fingertips and spreads throughout the body in an instant
.
The body hadn't done anything yet, but the long thread that was fluttering in the breeze in the room suddenly straightened up, trembling back and forth like a tough sharp needle.
Ronan was immediately dumbfounded, wondering what the principle of this was. Just as he was puzzled, his bracelet vibrated slightly, and a call came in.
He instinctively stretched out his hand to press it, but he forgot about the "long string" trembling on his fingertips. He handed it forward, and the straight front end of the long string came into contact with the side of the bracelet. It penetrated without any sound, and it was seven or eight centimeters in length.
, more than half of it went in instantly.
It was also at this moment that an electric current ran through Ronan's hand. His fingertips were numb and he couldn't hold it for a moment. He watched helplessly as the remaining half of the long wire drilled in, like a living thing that could not be seen in the blink of an eye.