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

Su Qinghe pursed her lips and remained silent.

She really hadn't thought about that.

From childhood to adulthood, her life has been torn apart by various changes.

Hobbies and extracurricular activities are all too much of a luxury for her.

The only thing I can call a hobby is probably playing the piano.

But... does the school have a piano club?

"Let's go take a look."

Jiang Che took her hand and walked towards the square.

Su Qinghe was led by him, and although she kept up with his pace, she still seemed to be avoiding social interaction.

Hanging on Jiang Che's arm, its head slightly lowered, it constantly scanned its surroundings with a vigilant gaze.

It felt like I had stepped into some terrifying place.

As soon as the two stepped into the club recruitment area, they immediately attracted the attention of the surrounding booths.

There was no way around it; Jiang Che and Su Qinghe's faces were just too easily recognizable at Peking University.

She won first place by a landslide in the school's most handsome and most beautiful girls poll; a video of a boy beating up his drill instructor during military training garnered over ten million views; and a girl's piano solo at the freshman welcome party amazed the entire audience.

The two of them are the center of attention wherever they go.

"Hey, isn't that Jiang Che and Su Qinghe?"

"Really? Holy crap, they're really here! What are they doing here?"

"Judging by his appearance, he's probably here to join the club, right? Quick, tell our club president to prepare to recruit him!"

A rustling sound immediately came from behind several tents.

Although Jiang Che did not hear the whispers, he could feel the intense gazes coming from all directions.

Turning their heads, they saw countless senior students in tents staring at them with great anticipation.

And they even looked like they were... itching to try?

Jiang Che's lips twitched involuntarily.

Is it really necessary? I just came to visit the club, why make it sound like a celebrity outing?

The two had barely taken ten steps when the recruiters from the first club approached them.

"Hi student! How about considering our street dance club? Our club has opportunities for school-level performances every semester, and the credit recognition is super fast!"

Before Jiang Che could speak, another person rushed over from the other side.

"How about checking out the basketball club? Jiang Che, with your physique, you'd definitely be a starter if you joined us!"

Then the third, the fourth—

"We're from the debate club! Jiang Che, your eloquence in debating that alumnus at the opening ceremony was absolutely amazing! Our club president said that if you come, you'll be exempt from the selection process!"

"Hey, Jiang Che, our photography club needs you! Your girlfriend is so beautiful, joining us means we can take tons of great photos of her! This is a real skill, perfect for winning your girlfriend's heart, Jiang Che!"

Jiang Che: "..."

Su Qinghe buried her face in his arm, not wanting to face any of this.

Jiang Che had no choice but to bite the bullet, protecting Su Qinghe while fending off the overly enthusiastic recruiters. "Thank you, thank you, but let's take a look first."

After finally squeezing out of the crowd, the two stood in a relatively quiet corner and caught their breath.

Su Qinghe raised her head, her face filled with relief at surviving a disaster.

"A-Che".

"Um?"

"I regret it. I don't want to join any clubs anymore. I'd rather postpone graduation."

Jiang Che chuckled, "Stop fooling around, let's walk further in, there are fewer people at the back."

He pulled Su Qinghe deeper into the square, bypassing the most popular club booths in the first few rows.

The further you go in, the more niche the clubs become, and the quieter the atmosphere becomes.

Calligraphy club, tea ceremony club, Tai Chi club...

Su Qinghe slowed her pace in front of a tent.

Jiang Che also stopped and followed her gaze.

All I could see was a plain white banner hanging on the tent in front of me, with three words written on it: "Music Club".

These three characters were written with a brush, the strokes were elegant and refined, without any fancy decorations.

Compared to the other groups next to it that practically welded LED light strips to their tents, this booth seemed much simpler and quieter.

An acoustic guitar leaned against the leg of a folding table. On the table were a stack of registration forms and a small speaker playing a soft folk song.

Su Qinghe stared at the wooden guitar for a moment, then looked at the thin stack of registration forms on the table.

Jiang Che understood what she meant.

I want to come in, but I'm too embarrassed.

I wanted to ask, but I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Just like a kitten crouching outside the door, clearly craving something but pretending to be indifferent, like "I'm just passing by and taking a look."

"Want to go in and take a look?" Jiang Che asked her, looking down at her.

Su Qinghe pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

The two walked to the front of the tent. A boy sitting in a folding chair tuning his guitar heard the noise and looked up.

He looked to be in his early twenties, wearing a white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

He had clean features, wore thin-rimmed silver glasses, and looked refined and scholarly.

Jiang Che mentally labeled him: a literary and artistic young man from the campus folk music department.

When the boy saw Jiang Che and Su Qinghe walking over, he was stunned for a moment, then gave them a gentle smile.

"Hello, are you here to learn about the music club?"

He stood up and extended his hand.

"My name is Shen Yue, I'm a junior, and I'm the president of the music club."

Jiang Che shook hands with him.

The handshake has moderate strength, neither too forceful nor too weak, a standard social handshake between normal people.

Positive review.

At least it's much better than those gangs that snatch people up so badly they practically want to tear their arms off.

Shen Yue's gaze shifted from Jiang Che's face to Su Qinghe's face, and then his eyes lit up.

"Wait, you are... Su Qinghe?"

Su Qinghe was slightly taken aback.

Shen Yue's tone held a hint of surprise: "The freshman who played 'That Summer' at the welcome party, right?"

Although Su Qinghe was prepared to be recognized, she still moved closer to Jiang Che without making a sound and nodded slightly.

"Yes, it's me."

After receiving a positive answer, Shen Yue smiled with delight.

"That day I was sitting in the fourth row at the very back of the hall. I thought you played really well. I was thinking that after you finished playing, I would ask you in advance if you would like to join our music club."

When I got backstage, I found you had already left. I thought our music club had missed out on recruiting someone as talented as you, but I didn't expect you to come looking for us today.

While sighing, Shen Yue picked up a registration form from the table and handed it to Su Qinghe.

"Since you're here, Su, on behalf of all the members of the music club, I sincerely invite you to join us."

Su Qinghe took the registration form, glanced at the contents, and didn't rush to write anything.

Shen Yue probably noticed her hesitation and waved his hand, saying, "Don't worry, our club is different from those other clubs."

"No team building activities, no icebreakers, no mandatory attendance; we only need to organize one activity per week."

"If everyone is willing, they can get together in the music room in their spare time to play the piano and chat, there is no social pressure at all."

He pointed to the guitar next to him, "To put it simply, it's just a group of people who love music get together to play. You can come if you want, and no one will rush you if you don't want to."