The school beauty is aloof? Whatever, she has a younger sister.

Chapter 151 The Childhood Sweetheart Caught in the Act
Zhang Muchen stared at the red-headed document, his gaze slowly sliding down.

A few lines of text suddenly caught his eye, causing him to pause in surprise.

Morning self-study sessions must not begin earlier than 7:00 AM.

Damn it?

Zhang Muchen scratched his head subconsciously.

The morning self-study session now starts at 5:30, which means that the time has been delayed by a full hour and a half.

Is this true?

Zhang Muchen touched his cheek.

"Brother Wang, is this document authentic? Don't let it be fake, like your hair."

?

Director Wang put down his teacup: "You kid, would I show you fake documents?"

Then, he picked up his teacup, blew on it, took a sip, and said slowly, "This is the provincial government's decision; the city leaders are just following orders."

"Tsk. So it turns out that when the province takes action, the whole city follows suit."

Director Wang smiled and continued, "Our school is a pilot school, and we will officially implement it right after New Year's Day."

"By the way, there's one more thing."

"What is it?" Zhang Muchen looked up at him.

"The school has decided to cooperate with the policy and develop student club activities."

"Starting from the new semester, no fewer than 10 clubs should be established, with students voluntarily signing up and teachers providing assistance and guidance."

Zhang Muchen blinked.

clam?
Establish a club/organization?
Am I dreaming? Is this still high school?

He raised an eyebrow: "Brother Wang, are you serious? Starting a club sounds impressive. It's not one of those clubs that's just for show, is it?"

"It's the kind of program where someone has a name and a sign, but nobody actually participates, and the teacher even subtly discourages people from joining."

Director Wang had just taken a sip of tea when he almost choked on his words and coughed several times.

"Cough cough... Don't worry."

"This is not just a formality; it's something that the higher-ups really value."

He paused, then said seriously, "Our school is currently a pilot unit, and the leaders are keeping a close eye on it. We must implement it according to the requirements."

"As long as we can run the club well without affecting our grades, there will only be more and more club activities in the future."

Zhang Muchen leaned back in his chair and clicked his tongue: "Not bad, Brother Wang, this is real quality education."

Director Wang nodded and added, "However, this activity is not currently open to senior high school students, as they need to focus on preparing for the college entrance examination."

Zhang Muchen: "..."

OK OK.

High school seniors don't deserve this, right?

Luckily, I'm in my second year of high school.

Director Wang put down his teacup, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Zhang Muchen for two seconds: "I have an idea, would you like to consider it?"

"Brother Wang, what is it?"

Director Wang tapped the document lightly: "To advance these club activities, the school wants to appoint some students as club presidents to be responsible for organizing daily activities. Would you like to take the lead in one?"

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow: "Brother Wang, why did you decide to let me have it?"

Director Wang squinted: "You're popular among the students, quick-witted, and have strong organizational skills. Plus, you're not too rigid and can liven up the atmosphere."

"Tsk, Brother Wang. Tell me more, I love to hear it."

"..."

cough cough.

Director Wang coughed lightly and continued, "You know, when we first start promoting club activities, students' mindsets are easily swayed. I'm afraid they'll get too excited and cause trouble."

“You’re different; you can control the situation.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Muchen stroked his chin: "What kinds of clubs are there?"

"The school is not completely finalized yet. However, the literature club, chess club, and radio station are confirmed to be established, and the rest are still in the planning stage."

“However—” Director Wang took a sip of tea and said slowly, “If you have any ideas, I can help you apply for a club and go through the school’s approval process.”

"Great, Brother Wang is reliable." Zhang Muchen gave a thumbs-up.

"Okay, then go back and think about it, and see what you want to do."

"Go back and think about it?" Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow. "No need, I've already thought it through."

He cleared his throat and said in a serious tone, "I want to start a swimsuit club!"

Director Wang spat out his tea.

cough...cough...cough...

"What's wrong, Brother Wang? Is it not allowed?"

Director Wang took a breath and stared at him intently: "We're a legitimate school." Zhang Muchen tilted his head: "What's wrong with swimsuits?"

"..."

I think you're the one who's not serious.

"Stop messing around. The school definitely won't approve a swimsuit club. Aren't you good at playing guitar? Why don't you start a guitar club?"

"Guitar Club..."

Zhang Muchen touched his chin.

That sounds good too.

"It's settled, Brother Wang. It's the guitar club now." Zhang Muchen patted his thigh.

Director Wang: "Okay, I'll submit the application for you. But remember, the school hasn't officially announced anything about the clubs yet, so don't go around spreading rumors, lest the students get carried away."

Tsk, Brother Wang.

Zhang Muchen raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself: "These days, students are so well-informed. If you keep this a secret, I reckon it won't be long before half the school knows."

He slowly stood up: "I'm leaving, Brother Wang."

"I'll help you back."

"No need, no need," Zhang Muchen waved his hand.

"I can hop back myself, it's not far."

After saying that, he hopped and skipped away as he pushed open the door.

Director Wang stared at his limping figure for a few seconds in silence, then picked up his teacup and took a sip.

"I hope this kid won't lead the guitar club astray..."

……

In the afternoon, inside the classroom.

The sunlight streamed in at an angle, making it feel warm and cozy.

The English teacher was explaining the questions on the podium, while Zhang Muchen casually scribbled on the pages of his book with one hand and secretly scrolled through his phone screen with the other.

He just received a message from Xu Qing.

Zhang Muchen: [Auntie, are you still awake? It's probably midnight there in the US, right?]

Xu Qing: [I have some things to do today, so I can't sleep.]

Zhang Muchen: [What's wrong, Auntie? Tell me and I'll help you out.]

Xu Qing: [You're so sweet-talking. You must have dated quite a few girls over there, right?]

Zhang Muchen paused for a moment, looking at the text on the screen with a strange expression.

That's strange; it's not like Aunt Xu Qing's style.
He quickly typed out a line: "Auntie, I'm focused entirely on my studies, without any distractions."

Xu Qing: [Really? How are your grades doing now?]

Zhang Muchen: [Top-tier academic performance, no problem getting into Tsinghua or Peking University]

Xu Qing: [Don't lie to your aunt, your math grades are really bad, aren't they?]

Zhang Muchen squinted and tapped the table twice with his fingers.

There's something wrong with the "Xu Qing" I'm chatting with.

First of all, Aunt Xu Qing pays great attention to skincare. It was already 3 a.m. in the US; there's no way she would stay up and chat with me.

Secondly, Xu Qing never asks about her grades, and even if she does, she will never say that her grades are bad.

Zhang Muchen leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips.

He can use Xu Qing's phone to chat with himself, and he stays up all night like a night owl.

There will only be one person.

Zhang Muchen typed rapidly on the screen: [Xu Ranxi, if you want to chat with me, use your main account. Don't sneak around using Auntie's phone.]

Of course, if you're too shy to initiate a conversation with me, you can continue using my phone.

Meanwhile, in Boston.

"Wow!"

Xu Ranxi lay on the bed, her entire face quickly turning red from her ears to her neck.

She buried her head in the pillow and kept muttering to herself.

"How...how did this guy figure that out?! How is he so perceptive?!"

The girl rolled around on the bed like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, gurgling as she rolled three times.

"This is so embarrassing!"

Xu Ranxi's toes curled into tiny claws, her mind filled with Zhang Muchen's teasing, smiling eyes.

"How am I supposed to go back to China now... He'll laugh at me to death if I go back."

(End of this chapter)