Jiang Shuiyuan thought that he would use the fourth class every afternoon to train and discuss, so he couldn't help but pinch his eyebrows: There are more and more things, and the time is less and less.?????????????Qu?ge                                                                                                

After dinner, I just returned to the classroom to sit down. Before I picked up the book, I heard the classmate shouting at the door: "Second leader, someone is looking for me!"

Someone was looking for it? Jiang Shuiyuan was full of doubts. He got up and walked out the door and saw a strange girl with a beautiful appearance and ponytail combed her chin and stood proudly. Then he went up politely and asked, "Classmate, are you looking for me?"

"Are you a classmate Jiang Shuiyuan?" The girl looked up at Jiang Shuiyuan for a few glances, "My name is Zong Yingyun, and I am the president of the school music club. I am one level higher than you, you can call me 'Sister Zong'. I heard that you sing well and have won the championship of the singing competition for middle school students in the mansion, so I want to invite you to join our club, and the position of vice president of our music club will be full!"

Jiang Shuiyuan smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you first for your sincere intentions! But I have joined the Chinese Studies Association and the Olympic Games Association one after another. Now I am really unable to share my feelings, so I can only respect Bumin for the good intentions of the music club."

Zong Yingyun frowned slightly: "It won't waste much time on you, just hang a name in our music club and make up the number!"

"..." Jiang Shuiyuan was speechless to her truth, but her frowning expression reminded him of someone: "Sister Zong, have we seen it somewhere? Let me think about it, was the bel canto solo that the woman who was currently in the Chinese Academy of Sciences and the Korean Stories last year was performed by you?"

The girl who wore a bright red silk evening dress, with golden gauze and very delicate combed, looked at everyone with a arrogant and contemptuous look, and always raised her chin intentionally or unintentionally, with a queen-like look, which impressed Jiang Shuiyuan quite deeply. However, what Zong Yingyun thought of was that day when she made a fool of herself on the stage, her face suddenly turned abrupt: "How was it me who performed, so what if I was not me? I am now inviting you on behalf of the music club. Don't talk about those useful or useless things!"

"Oh, beauty Zong, why can't I change my temper from your eldest lady anywhere? As a classmate, I have to remind you very kindly. Inviting others to join the club is not the way you invite me!" As he spoke, a girl with a pair of ponytails came over, greeted Zong Yingyun with a smile, and stretched out her right hand to Jiang Shuiyuan: "President Jiang, get to know me, my name is Wenjing. I am a classmate with beauty Zong, but I am not as good as her. You can treat her as a white swan, and I am the ugly duckling who hides in the corner and can't stand it."

"Hello, Senior Sister Wen!" Jiang Shuiyuan shook hands with Wen Jing, "Actually, Senior Sister, you are very pretty and don't have to be so arrogant."

He didn't just talk nonsense and deliberately make girls happy. In fact, although Wen Jing is not pretty, her facial features are upright and there is a strong scholarly atmosphere between her eyebrows. You can tell at a glance that she comes from a scholarly family. She is a well-educated girl.

"I know that if some people look too ordinary and can't find other adjectives to modify, everyone will usually use the word "pretentious" to perfunctory. But I still feel very, very happy to hear the school grass praise me like this!" Wen Jing said with a smile, "But our relationship is more than just alumni. I am still your loyal brainless fan. You don't know this, right?"

Hum? A crazy fan? Why do you suddenly feel like the style of painting is wrong?

Wenjing was quite satisfied with Jiang Shuiyuan's shock: "Isn't it normal for a few handsome guys like you who are very good-looking and have excellent grades to have a few brainless fans? Of course, I am not those shallow second-tier patients. In addition to complimenting your appearance, I also compliment your talents. I have read all the articles you have in recent issues of "Gengyun" magazine, and they are very well written. So can you please sign me?" As she said that, she took out the issue of "Gengyun" magazine with the image of Jiang Shuiyuan, which was printed with the image of Jiang Shuiyuan, and handed it to him devoutly.

Well... this girl, your thinking is jumping too fast, I can't keep up, so I can't make sense slowly.

"Tsk!" Zong Yingyun looked disdainful, "Wenjing, are you still finished? You said directly that you are the president of Jinyu Literature Society. Your club did not get any results in the last New Concept Composition Competition, but an irrelevant person won the first prize in the national award, which made you look disgrace. So you want to invite Jiang Shuiyuan to join your Literature Society and win the face of your club. Isn't that a big deal? Are you tired if you talk so much?"

"I'm not tired! I just like to talk like this! Why, I haven't heard that speaking like this is illegal?" Wen Jing said deliberately, "But the beauty Zong is right. In addition to asking for an autograph, my other main purpose is to invite you to join our Jinyu Literature Society. I wonder what President Jiang wants?"

"Sorry--" Jiang Shuiyuan is really busy and doesn't want to join any clubs anymore. Moreover, in front of these two girls, there is no reason to favor one or the other.

"President Jiang, don't be too busy refusing!" Wen Jing immediately interrupted Jiang Shuiyuan's words, "You should know that our Jinyu Literature Club is a club voluntarily formed by literature enthusiasts in the school. There is nothing to do in normal times. Just everyone gathers together to exchange writing experiences and discuss their feelings about reading literary classics. It is very relaxed and freehand."

"But I really don't have time!" Jiang Shuiyuan replied helplessly.

Wen Jing was not discouraged and continued to advise: "It doesn't matter if there is no time. Anyway, our literary club has a very relaxed management. You just need to sign up and get a job title. If you have time, go there. If there is no time, you can not go there. By the way, President Jiang, what conditions does the music club offer you to invite you to join?"

"What's wrong with the position of deputy president of the Music Club? Do you have any objections?" Zong Yingyun seemed very dissatisfied with Wen Jing's behavior of intercepting the huhu halfway.

Wen Jing suddenly widened her eyes: "Oh my God, you asked the vice president of the student union and the president of the Chinese Academy of Sciences to be the vice president of your music club? You also asked what's wrong! As an onlooker, I thought it was fantasy and incredible. Do you think others would have no objection? President Jiang, as long as you come to our Jinyu Literature Club, you will be our president!"

"..." Zong Yingyun realized how outrageous she was wrong at this time, and quickly remedyed: "The vice president is just a temporary arrangement. As long as junior Jiang is willing to go to our music club to surrender, Zong can abdicate at any time!"

Jiang Shuiyuan smiled bitterly and said, "Two senior sisters, I really can't get away with you. I'm not polite."

Wen Jing waved her hand: "It doesn't matter if you can't pull yourself away. You can hold the position of president first. Just leave all the things to me. There is only one thing that needs your guidance. You should have heard of our school's literary monthly "Juzhi"? It is compiled by our literary club. Please give me more manuscripts and check the magazines by the way. How about it?"

Jiang Shuiyuan shook his head: "I'm afraid this is not possible."

"Why?" Wenjing became angry secretly. In her opinion, Jiang Shuiyuan's rejection was a bit unkind.

Jiang Shuiyuan quickly explained: "Senior sister is like this. I have signed an agreement with "Gengyun" magazine earlier, agreeing that all literary works must be presented in their magazines first, otherwise it will be considered a breach of contract, and the breach of contract is very expensive. As a student in the school, submitting the manuscript to "Juzhi" was not only a responsibility, but also a huge honor, but now I can only say sorry."

Wen Jing thought about it and understood: Jiang Shuiyuan is now a well-known young writer. His works can not only bring great reputation in "Cultivation", but also have high royalties. What other benefits can be obtained by publishing them in the school magazine besides winning praise from some teachers and students? If you are unwilling to do this kind of thing, you will face the punishment of breach of contract?

"Since that's the case, can you please trouble President Jiang to have a consultant title in our literary club and serve as the honorary editor-in-chief of "Juzhi" by the way? This shouldn't make you embarrassed, right?" Wen Jing had to settle for the second best.

This time, Jiang Shuiyuan could no longer find a reason to refuse, so he could only reluctantly agree: "Okay!"
Chapter completed!