You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

There are four classes in the morning: two in microeconomics and two in advanced mathematics.

Jiang Che's brain had already entered power-saving mode by the third lesson.

It's not that I can't understand the lesson, it's just that I'm too lazy to watch it.

However, Su Qinghe's situation was different.

The young girlfriend sat upright throughout the entire session, filled several pages with notes, and answered questions during class interaction several times.

He has clearly become the "ideal student" in the eyes of the two teachers.

Soon the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

What should we eat for lunch?

Jiang Che came out of the teaching building, squinted at the sunlight, and asked Su Qinghe.

Su Qinghe thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to the cafeteria. After eating, we can go back to the dormitory to rest. I have classes in the afternoon, and going home is too far. It's too much trouble to go back and forth."

"Okay." Jiang Che took out his phone. "Should I call Lao Xu and the others? And also Lin tide and the others, all eight of us together—"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp pain shot through his arm.

Su Qinghe's fingers precisely pinched the tender flesh on the inside of his upper arm, not with much force but at a tricky angle.

Jiang Che hissed and looked down at his girlfriend beside him.

Su Qinghe looked up at him, smiling sweetly and without any threat.

But her beautiful eyes seemed to say, "Try saying that again."

"A-Che".

"Um?"

"Don't you want to have dinner alone with me?"

Su Qinghe tilted her head, a half-smile on her face, and asked, "Why did you have to invite so many people? Are you afraid of being alone with me? Or is it...?"

She took half a step forward, her voice becoming even more dangerous and sickly.

"You've become infatuated with that Senior Ye, and now you think having dinner with me is pointless?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Che felt a shiver run down his spine.

It’s over.

The vinegar jar was overturned again.

"No, no, no!" Jiang Che shook his head frantically, grabbing Su Qinghe's hands that were pinching his arm. "I was just saying it offhand. Whether you call me that or not is up to you."

"snort."

Su Qinghe released her grip and gently rubbed the reddened area with her fingertips as a way of comforting him.

"It's just the two of us eating."

"Okay, okay, it's fine for two people, whatever you say."

"Don't call anyone else."

"I won't call out, I won't call out to anyone."

"Especially that Ye Shiyao Ru."

"...Teacher Su, that person wasn't even in my considerations."

Upon hearing this, Su Qinghe gave a satisfied hum and took his arm again.

Jiang Che sighed silently in his heart.

Fine.

Today's lunch KPI: appease my girlfriend.

After they arrived at the cafeteria, Jiang Che took the initiative to queue up for food, while Su Qinghe obediently sat in a corner and waited.

The cafeteria at Peking University is very crowded at lunchtime, but fortunately they didn't arrive too late and got their two meals after waiting in line for five or six minutes.

A serving of sweet and sour pork tenderloin with rice, and a serving of tomato and beef brisket noodles.

The former was given to Su Qinghe, and the latter to himself.

During the meal, Su Qinghe's mood improved significantly, and she discussed the microeconomics lessons from the morning with Jiang Che while eating.

Jiang Che responded with "uh-huh," "yes," and "you're absolutely right" throughout, but in reality, he didn't remember anything.

After lunch, the two didn't rush back to their dormitory, but instead took a leisurely stroll along the tree-lined paths of the campus to digest their food.

In mid-September, Beijing was at the turn of summer and autumn.

Su Qinghe linked arms with Jiang Che and walked quietly, occasionally kicking a small pebble on the road.

The two turned past the library, walked through a path, and suddenly the view opened up before them.

Central Square.

Jiang Che remembered that this place was usually very empty, and apart from many students passing by after class, it had no other use.

But the style here is completely different today.

Dozens of colorful tents were densely packed in the square, each with a display board and banner in front of it.

The crowds were shoulder to shoulder, and the scene was as lively as a market.

"Oh, it's a club recruitment event."

Jiang Che glanced at the nearest tent, which had a banner that read "Peking University Go Club" hanging on it, and a hand-drawn poster with a rather unique and artistic style next to it.

Further inside, you'll find "Street Dance Club," "Debate Club," "Astronomy Club," "Hanfu Club," "E-sports Club," and more...

Each one is more flamboyant than the last.

In an effort to attract new students, some clubs put on performances right in front of their tents.

Several boys from the street dance club were performing breaking in an open space, drawing cheers from the onlookers.

The magic club next door was even more outrageous. A boy in a suit conjured a rose from his hand and handed it to a passing girl, then took the opportunity to slip her a club flyer.

"It's so lively!"

Su Qinghe stopped and looked at the tents, letting out a small sigh.

But I only glanced at it.

She wasn't very interested.

For Su Qinghe, the need for social interaction is practically zero.

Her world was small, so small that it only needed Jiang Che to fill it.

Club activities and meeting new friends are not on her activity list.

"Let's go back and rest. We have class this afternoon." Su Qinghe tugged at Jiang Che's sleeve.

But Jiang Che didn't move.

Looking at the scene in the square, something suddenly occurred to him. "Wait a minute."

"Um?"

"Qinghe, you...don't you plan to join any clubs?"

Su Qinghe blinked. "No."

Decisive and efficient, without any hesitation.

Why?

"No interest." Su Qinghe shook her head. "It's better to stay with you than to do activities with a bunch of strangers."

Jiang Che smiled. "That's true, but... have you seen our school's graduation handbook?"

Su Qinghe was taken aback. "Graduation handbook?"

"Um."

Jiang Che took out his phone, flipped to the "Peking University Undergraduate Training Program" that counselor Fang Yizhou had previously posted in the freshman group, found a page of it, and handed it to Su Qinghe to look at.

"Look here, these are extracurricular credits."

Su Qinghe took the phone and looked down at the content on the screen.

"Undergraduate students are required to complete no less than 8 extracurricular credits during their studies, including no less than 2 credits for participation in club activities and no less than 3 credits for participation in campus cultural activities..."

The more she looked, the more she frowned.

"You need to complete 8 credits to graduate."

That last sentence left Su Qinghe speechless.

Jiang Che shrugged helplessly. "So you see, it's not a question of whether we want to add it or not; it's that we won't be able to graduate if we don't."

Su Qinghe returned the phone to him, her face clearly showing her dismay for the world.

"Then... is it absolutely necessary to add it?"

"It absolutely has to be added."

Su Qinghe sighed and reluctantly looked at the colorful tents in the square again.

"Then I can just add any one, right? Just to have my name on it and get enough credits."

"That's certainly possible," Jiang Che thought for a moment, "but since we're going to add them anyway, why don't we choose one that interests you?"

"Doing something you enjoy is better than just drifting through life; it can also make you feel happier."