Chapter Thirty-Seven Each Enters Their Own Sect

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  The holiday flew by, and they returned to the vibrant campus. On campus, various clubs also began to launch lively recruitment activities, and Meng Er and her three friends wandered around each exhibition area. Meng Er looked at the extraordinary scene, feeling like it was as fun as sneaking out to visit the market in the past.

  Meng'er stopped at a booth, pulled the sleeve of Zi Qi beside her. "Zi Qi, I think this suits you!" They followed Meng'er's line of sight - the school broadcasting station!

  "Uh-huh, I think so too!" Yan'er nodded in agreement!

  "Your voice is as clear as water, very suitable for the feeling of having a cup of tea and reading a book in the afternoon! If beautiful texts could be read from your mouth, it would be a pleasure to be your listener!" Mei'er continued to express her own views.

  Ziqi looked at their expectant faces and a faint smile appeared on her face as she said softly, "Then I'll go sign up."

  "Run!" The other three replied in unison.

  Only a few people in front of the stall saw their arrival, and their eyes all shone with bright "essence" light. The literary performance had long been spread throughout the campus, let alone the school radio station that was known for being the fastest to report news on campus. First to come out to greet them was a slender, fair-skinned boy with black-framed glasses.

  "Hello, the four beauties! Are you interested in joining our school radio station? If you give us a chance, our school radio station will bring you different joys and gains."

  "Is he for real, why does he talk like that? Usually it's the newcomers who say please, let me give you a chance to bring something different to the school broadcasting station?"

  They looked at the bespectacled man, their faces showing no attempt to conceal their puzzlement. Although Yan's voice was low, they leaned in close, and with the expressions on their faces.

  The smile on the bespectacled man's face froze for a moment before he continued, "My surname is Qin, and my given name is Su. The four beauties may not know me, but your brilliant performance has long been etched in our hearts! So, I cordially invite you to join us in the name of the radio station director!"

  "Are you Dad's surname Qin and Mom's surname Su?" Yan Er asked straightforwardly.

  Qin Su pushed up the frame of his glasses and replied, "Exactly!"

  "So you always 'lose' then!" Mei'er continued, unwilling to fall behind.

  "This is not that, this loss is not that loss!"

  "Stop it, you two!" Meng'er shouted at the two troublemakers, then smiled apologetically at Qin Su. "Don't mind them, brother, they're just joking with you! We came to accompany Zi Qi for registration, we're not participating!"

  "It's okay!" He said, quickly turning around and grabbing a form, handing it to Zi Qi. "Junior sister, fill out the form!" Zi Qi smoothly took the form from him, filled it out, and then 'handed' it back to Qin Su!

  Qin Su took over and confirmed: "Can this number contact you?" Zi Qi nodded. "Then I'll notify you to come for a trial audition and training later!"

  "Ah, okay, thanks!" Zi Qi smiled calmly at Qin Su. Qin Su heard Zi Qi's voice and was stunned for a second before responding: "Don't be polite, having you join us is an honor for our radio station!"

  "Eh, eh, what's going on over there?" Xian'er asked, her eyes fixed on the increasingly crowded 'exercise' grounds, as she poked Meng'er beside her with her hand.

  "I'm not a mind reader, how do I know what so many people are doing?" Mei'er gave Yan'er another "you're an idiot" look, but Yan'er was thinking of joining the crowd and completely ignored Mei'er's expression. "Want to go take a look? Just go then!"

  So they bid farewell to the school broadcasting station and walked towards where there were more people. After going through a lot of difficulties, they squeezed in and saw that the black-clad boy's right hand had grabbed the white-clad boy's left hand and slammed him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw!

  "Ouch!" Xian'er couldn't help but rub her arm back and forth. "The 'chicken' skin bumps all fell off."

  Mei'er watched as the two people bowed and retreated, then slowly said: "A small stone can tip a big scale, not bad!"

  Meng'er thought about her experiences over the past few days and suddenly had an idea. "Hey, let's join this!"

  Ziqi's face was shocked as she stared at Meng'er: "No way, I won't do it!"

  The little one's expression was also close to Zi Qi's face, and with a fearful look, he said: "Just now I saw them fall so hard, my little heart trembled a few times. Actually, I'm quite afraid of pain!"

  "Look at my hands, do they look like they're made for fighting?" Mei'er waved her slender fingers in front of Meng'er's face and said lightly.

  Meng'er took a glance and said lightly: "Not suitable for fighting, then suitable for playing basketball?"

  Mei'er heard Meng'er's words, and Furong's face twitched. "This dead girl is so good at remembering what she said!" "Alright, I'll accompany you then!"

  Meng'er looked at the other two people again, Zi Qi was still very firm in her stance, while Yan'er's sorrowful eyes looked at Meng'er. "I'm your assistant, I'll just accompany you, not practice! Is that okay?" Meng'er showed a big smile and took them to get the form.

  "You can come in, run five laps around the playground!" Meng'er and others had filled out the form and were about to hand it in when a arrogant and unruly male voice interrupted.

  Meng'er and the others turned around, only to see a man wearing sportswear, with a fluffy head of hair, sharp facial features, a smooth and fair complexion, and an ear stud on his left ear that shone brightly, making him look even more wild and uninhibited. If not for the disdainful gaze in his eyes, they would have definitely classified him as a 'flower' handsome guy.

  The people next to her had already started whispering among themselves, and Meng'er's hand holding the form paused for a moment, staring at those eyes and asking, "What right do you have?"

  "Just because I'm the president of the Judo Association - Xing Jian!" He hadn't noticed Meng'er until now, and he looked at her with disdain.

  "Hmph! With a person like that leading the association, we might as well not join! Mei'er, Yan'er, Zi'qi, let's go!" Meng'er felt uncomfortable with his arrogant attitude towards them. Isn't it advocated in this world that everyone is equal? Why should he come and make us run five laps first, without asking others to do so?!

  "Look, those who don't dare to challenge will automatically withdraw are 'flower' vases! Our association doesn't need 'flower' vases because our association doesn't raise 'flowers'!"

  "Who said I'm a vase!" Mei'er took a step forward and suddenly kicked the boy with a sweeping leg! He was seen to be shocked for a second, quickly dodging Mei'er's unexpected attack!

  After standing still again, he crossed his arms over his chest: "Who should say who!"

  "Mei'er, don't mind him. Let's go!" Meng'er put the completed application form back on the table and led them away!

  The man who just walked by, picked up the form that those people had just put down, looked at the information on it, and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

  "Chairman Shixiong, I think those few 'girls' are not bad, especially the one who made a move on you!" said the classmate in black clothes who had just left the stage.

  Xing Jian heard this and withdrew the expression on his face, changing from his previous arrogance to a serious tone: "A jade stone will not become a useful vessel if it is not carved!"

  That classmate was bewildered, rubbed his head and left...