Damn it! The girl he likes insists on dragging him to a blind date.

The soft glow of the setting sun bathed Xia You, turning her hair a warm orange-red.

She bent slightly at the waist, and when handing out flyers, she would always smile with her eyes crinkling first, saying in a sweet voice, "Excuse me, could you please take a look?"

"Welcome to the social club."

"The social club is a lot of fun."

Perhaps because Xia You is so sweet-looking, almost every student who passed by accepted her flyer.

Even when faced with students waving goodbye hastily, the smile in her eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.

After handing out about half of the flyers, Xia You felt her legs were getting a little sore.

She fanned herself with her hand and wiped away the fine beads of sweat from her nose. Just as she was thinking about sitting on the steps to rest for a while, a fair hand suddenly reached out from the side.

"show me."

Xia You turned her head and was slightly stunned when she saw Wen Mian. Before she could react, Cheng Yuyao snatched one of the flyers from her hand.

That sarcastic voice came again, "Oh dear, Mianmian, look at this! Who's gone crazy for money? They've started such a boring and despicable club. Do they even think anyone will join?"

Wen Mian glanced at the flyer, then looked away with extreme disgust. "How low-class, it's practically blatant begging."

Surprisingly, Xia You didn't seem angry at all. A delicate curve appeared at the corner of her eyes, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. Her tone was light and casual as she said, "Hey classmate, want to join the social club? I'll give you a discount."

Wen Mian hadn't expected Xia You to be so shrewd. Instead of being provoked, she laughed. Rolling her eyes, she arrogantly echoed Xia You's words, "Discount? How much? What kind of low-class people participate in the social club? Do you think I'm the same as them?"

Xia You showed no sign of anger, a standard fake smile on her face, as she slowly retorted, "I think instead of dwelling on this, we should first examine the way we talk and see who is more like the kind of person you're describing."

Before she could finish speaking, Cheng Yuyao, unable to contain her anger, reached out and shoved Xia You hard. "What are you saying?!"

The sudden force made Xia You gasp in surprise. She lost her balance and staggered back two steps. The flyers in her arms instantly scattered and flew everywhere, covering the ground.

As a gust of wind blew by, Xia You hurriedly squatted down to pick it up, her bangs falling down and obscuring her vision.

Suddenly, a hand picked up a few flyers from beside her feet before she could react. She was stunned and looked up to see Sheng Zongche handing her the folded flyers, his fingertips still dusty from the ground.

Sheng Zongche clapped his hands, knelt down in front of Xia You, lowered his head slightly to meet her gaze, and said, "Xia You, what's wrong with you? I told you not to make flyers anymore. I'll have someone make an electronic version and post it on the school forum in a few days, okay?"

Xia You was stunned by what he said, staring blankly at the man's face, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Sheng Zongche narrowed his eyes, lowered his voice, and tried to keep the people next to him from hearing, "Are you mute? I'm speaking for you."

Xia You then realized what was happening, grabbed Sheng Zongche's arm and shook it, "Senior Sheng, you've come at the perfect time! I've found all the members for the first social event of the semester, I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Sheng Zongche: ?

"Everyone is really looking forward to having coffee with Senior Sheng."

Sheng Zongche: ? ?

Seeing the man's face suddenly turn cold, Xia You's heart skipped a beat.

What's going on? Why is Sheng Zongche making such a strange face? Does he mean he wants to join the social club?

He told Xia You not to mention the social club again, and Xia You never mentioned it again, but now he brought it up first, and even said he wanted to make an electronic bulletin board.

But what does this mean now?

Beside her, Wen Mian's eyes widened as if she had seen the Yellow River flowing backwards. "Senior Sheng... you're joining the social club?!"

Sheng Zongche stood up and glanced down at Xia You, who was still squatting on the ground.

The girl blinked her clear, large eyes gently, her gaze fixed on him, filled with a mixture of confusion and inexplicable dependence.

No, perhaps she has no dependence at all; it's just that Sheng Zongche is fantasizing.

Sheng Zongche closed his eyes irritably, then opened them again, calmly saying to Wen Mian, "Yes, I joined the social club. So what if I'm low-class?"

Wen Mian and Cheng Yuyao were both stunned by Sheng Zongche's words and stood there speechless.

Xia You stared blankly at the man's clearly defined jawline, thinking to herself that Sheng Zongche was indeed Sheng Zongche, truly awesome, he didn't even blink when he scolded her.

After a while, no one said a word.

Sheng Zongche squatted down again and quickly picked up the flyers scattered all over the floor for Xia You.

Xia You was a little embarrassed. "Senior, let me do it."

Sheng Zongche: "If this thing didn't affect the school's appearance, why would I help you pick it up?"

Xia You: "..."

"Hurry up, does it look better squatting on the ground? Are we toads?"

"oh."

Xia You quickened her pace, tidying up the flyers and following Sheng Zongche away.

Wen Mian and Cheng Yuyao were left bewildered in the wind.

……

Xia You followed Sheng Zongche for a long distance, clutching the flyer, when suddenly the man stopped.

Xia You wasn't paying attention and her head bumped into that solid back with a thud.

Sheng Zongche didn't say anything, but glanced sideways at the trash can next to him.

Xia You understood immediately, and tightened her grip on the flyer. "I won't throw it away. This flyer cost me a lot of money to make."

Sheng Zongche was amused and exasperated. He put his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and forced himself to stop himself from exploding. "Xia You, I've already agreed to join the social club, what do you need this for?"

Xia You tilted her head, her lips suddenly curving upwards to reveal a pair of shallow dimples. Her smile was like melting honey, sweet from her eyes to her brows. "Really? You really agreed to join the social club?"

"Throw that thing out of your arms first."

"No, what if I throw it away and then you change your mind?"

"Whether you throw it away or not, I can back out, but Xia You, let me tell you, if you don't throw it away, I'll shut down your social club."

These words really hit Xia You's weak spot. She reluctantly threw all the flyers into the trash can, thinking to herself how Sheng Zongche could be so threatening.

He blurted out his thoughts in a moment of carelessness, "What kind of hero is he who only knows how to threaten weak women?"

"A weak woman? You didn't seem like a weak woman at all when you were talking back to Wen Mian just now."

"She said that to me first. Even if I don't have parents or money, I live my own life. Why should she have to say what I want?"

When Xia You spoke, she wrinkled her small nose. Her voice had an indescribable sweetness, but she deliberately emphasized each word. Her eyes sparkled as she stared at the other person, revealing a stubborn refusal to admit defeat.

Sheng Zongche chuckled lightly, then turned around. "Follow me."

"Huh? Where are you going?"

"Didn't you want me to join the social club? You'll have to treat me to another meal."

Upon hearing this, Xia You was overjoyed and skipped after him, "Really? You really agreed? Senior, you're so great! Where should we go to eat?"

Sheng Zongche: "I'm going to take you somewhere where I'm going to eat you out of your pocket."

Xia You: "Sure, I don't have much money even if I sell everything I own. I can just stay at that restaurant and wash dishes."

"Wash the dishes? You look like my little princess, who would dare let you wash the dishes?"

Xia You didn't hear that clearly. "Huh? What did you say?"

Sheng Zongche: "It's nothing, I'm leaving."