"Hello, classmate Han Fei, I am Yao Na, the president of the music club. I wonder if it is an honor to invite you to join our music club? Your [memory] is very good, and everyone in our music club likes it."
The tall girl with short hair said with a smile.
"Music club?" Han Fei fell into deep thought. Originally, he did not want to join these entertainment-oriented clubs, but after thinking for a while, Han Fei decided to join the music club.
After filling out the form three times, five by two, and handing it to Yao Na, Yao Na was stunned for a moment. She just saw that Han Fei rejected invitations from several societies. Yao Na once thought that he was a very hard person. As a result, he
Just agreed?
I prepared a lot of rhetoric but it was completely useless? The effortless process washed away the sense of accomplishment that I should have had.
"Hey, Sister Yao Na, you are great, tell me how you defeated Han Fei?"
"Yes, I just saw that Han Fei rejected a lot of people, but as soon as you came forward, he joined obediently. How did you do it? Teach us."
Facing the admiring looks of the young ladies, Yao Na reluctantly smiled, and suddenly felt a sense of frustration in her heart. This feeling was even more uncomfortable than if she had messed up the matter.
"Didn't you just say that you don't have time to participate in club activities?" Xie Buchen was also surprised that Han Fei chose to join the music club.
Han Fei spread his hands: "Yes, I didn't plan to participate."
Okay, you win, Xie Buchen was speechless for a while.
Along the way, Han Fei suddenly discovered a very strange club. While other clubs were busy recruiting new members, there was only one guy with glasses in this club, holding a book and looking at himself, as if
Everything around him has nothing to do with him.
Han Fei glanced at the club name that was posted crookedly, and suddenly became interested: "Hey, buddy, is your club recruiting people?"
The man with the eyes raised his head and glanced at Han Fei blankly, a little impatiently: "Isn't it written above that you need to fill out a form before joining the club?"
"Where's the watch?" Han Fei glanced at the clean tabletop.
"Uh...wait a minute." The man with glasses said, taking out a notebook from his backpack, tearing up a piece of paper and handing it to Han Fei.
Xie Buchen frowned. This was too childish. The school club could apply for paper from the college every year when recruiting new students. The printer school also had ready-made paper. It seemed that this club was not prepared at all. He didn't understand.
Why is Han Fei interested in this club?
Han Fei didn't care, and quickly filled out the basic information and handed it to the man with glasses: "Senior, when can I participate in club activities?"
Xie Buchen rolled his eyes for a while, wondering who just said he would not participate in club activities.
The man with glasses was suddenly at a loss: "Uh... junior fellow, are you from the acting department?"
Han Fei nodded, and the man with glasses curled his lips and said: "I'm sorry, junior, our screenwriting club only recruits new students in the directing department, photography department, literature department, acting department...with all due respect, this may be beyond the scope of
Your area of expertise.”
Han Fei raised his eyebrows: "You are right, I am indeed majoring in acting, but I am still capable of writing some not-so-complex scripts, shooting, and editing videos."
The man with glasses looked at Han Fei in surprise and looked at him carefully for a while: "You look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?"
"Siyan, I asked you to recruit new people for me, are you too lazy?" Suddenly a lazy voice came from below, and a "chicken coop" slowly rose up.
"President, no, I..." Siyan explained hurriedly.
Xie Buchen couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth: "Hey, are you sure you want to join this club?"
Han Fei was also speechless for a while, what the hell? I originally thought that the four eyes were weird enough, but when I saw the president... Han Fei suddenly had doubts about his decision.
"President, this classmate wants to join our screenwriter club, but it is not a requirement of our club..." Siyan helped "Jiwotou" up.
"What rules? Where do they come from? If we don't recruit ten people this semester, the club will be banned. Are you stupid?" Jiwotou cursed.
Jiwotou suddenly rubbed his hands and smiled and said to Han Fei: "Junior, don't worry about this idiot. I am Jia Youqian, the president of the screenwriter club. You are welcome to join."
"Uh... don't you need an interview or something?" Han Fei was speechless as Jiwotou held his hand.
"Ahem, junior, in fact, you have just passed the interview with our president. Your argumentative and unswerving character is really suitable for being a screenwriter. You will definitely be one of the top in the future. Screenwriters, please give the Chinese screenwriting community a chance, and also give our screenwriting club a chance." Jia Youqian waved his hands excitedly.
Xie Buchen simply didn't notice. If he hadn't known that this guy had just been hiding under his desk and sleeping in, he would probably have believed it. Wouldn't it be more appropriate to change the name of the screenwriting club to Qi Pa Club?
Han Fei was completely speechless: "Okay, I'll join. Stop shaking me. I'm about to be shaken to pieces by you."
"Ahem, Siyan, hurry up and complete the procedures for them." Jia Youqian nodded with satisfaction.
"Them?" Four eyes looked blank.
Xie Buchen was immediately stunned. He glanced around and found that he and Han Fei were the only two people around.
"no........"
Jia Youqian said to Xie Buchen sincerely: "Since this classmate is here, why not come together? There is no harm in having one more club."
"But, I don't have time to participate in club activities." Xie Buchen declined politely.
"Social activities? What is that? Siyan, how long has it been since our club held a club activity?" Jia Yougan scratched his head and asked.
"Uh... It's not that you're lazy, the previous president always held club activities from time to time." Siyan beeped in a low voice.
Jia Youqian turned around and glared fiercely, then turned his head and turned into a smile. The speed of his face change was extraordinary. Xie Buchen quickly surrendered: "Stop, I'll join. Can you stop laughing? It's so scary ."
Han Fei and Xie Buchen hadn't gone far when they heard Jia Youqian yawn: "Siyan, pack your things and go home."
He asked with blank eyes: "President, are we not recruiting new people?"
"Nonsense, isn't this full of ten people? Are you creating trouble for yourself by recruiting so many people?"
"Are you just afraid of trouble?"
Back in the dormitory, Xie Buchen took a deep look at Han Fei: "You joined the screenwriter club because you didn't want to..."
Han Fei went to the hanging chair, stretched, turned around and smiled at Xie Buchen: "What are you thinking about? Don't forget that we are not allowed to take roles in our freshman year."
Xie Buchen just smiled and said no more.
In the next three months, Han Fei suffered a lot. Whether it was obscure film history or bodybuilding classes that were extremely damaging to the body, for a wild guy like Han Fei, every class was a torment.
It also corrected many of his misconceptions and rebuilt his knowledge system of the film and television industry.