It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

I don't feel very safe. This is just a thin glass door, and there are people coming and going outside. In line with the principle of strength in numbers, there is strength in numbers.

Everyone dragged Vice President Tang Zhu to his feet again.

Let’s put a retro skin on the activity room door – newspaper!

In response to this, Tang Zhu's hair was still slightly fried, and he was already silently trying to figure out how to show off his power to the star junior Bai Yang who was coming in later...

His stomach was full of black water.

The fans who had been following Bai Yang to the Hanfu Society activity room were a little confused.

When Yangzai said "Come right away", was it the club?

They are not in the same club as Yang Zai! How can we continue to live broadcast Qing Leng Xiao Yang’s A The Great Passion?

This is a huge problem.

It's a pity that the cold little sheep rushed to the door of the activity room in a blink of an eye and didn't give them time to think.

Sheeppaw is already banging on the door to get in.

What makes a person bold? The answer is high art!

A fan from the Art Institute suddenly rushed forward, under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes (including netizens who were eating melons online in the live broadcast room).

The cold lamb was finally released.

The little fan was finally exposed to a number of people in the Hanfu Club activity room...

The little fan was a little blushing, but his voice was sweet and not uncomfortable to hear: "Hello, I am Bai Youyou from the Art Department. I, I like the Hanfu Club very much. Is there still a chance for me to join your club?"

This year's recruitment work has come to an end.

Moreover, the Hanfu Club of University A had various special reasons this year, such as the president sold the film and television rights, all members of the club were not involved in the cloud participation, offline on-the-job internships with certificates, and a new junior (Bai Yang) He took the leading role.

There was just enough cake to share.

It is naturally impossible to add new people at the last minute.

Chu Tinglan smiled sheepishly, took Bai Youyou's hand, and led them out.

Hahaha, doesn’t this little girl know that there are live broadcasts outside?

She needs to stand up and give an official explanation.

I feel tired and don’t want to talk, but I can’t…

Under the expression of Vice President Tang Zhu looking forward to a good show, Chu Tinglan silently grinded her back molars, okay, let's see her show off, right?

Let’s see how she deals with this guy later!

Chu Tinglan finally dragged Bai Youyou out of the activity room, saying as loudly as possible for everyone around her to hear, "I'm sorry, school girl, our Hanfu Club's recruitment for this year has ended."

"I'm glad to know that you also like Hanfu culture. Every semester, our club will release some group activities on wearing Hanfu on the official account from time to time."

“School girls are also welcome to sign up at that time!”

It was an advertisement for her Hanfu club. Chu Tinglan thought that the matter should come to an end here.

But the initiative whether this can come to an end is not just in her hands.

Bai Youyou's eyes suddenly turned red, as if she had been bullied by Chu Tinglan.

There are those who can’t stand it, but it’s because Xiao Jiujiu’s classmates are helping them.

"Senior, please recruit a few more people!"

"That's right, senior, your Hanfu club has only recruited ten people this year. Including those from the previous classes who are still studying, the total does not exceed thirty people. Compared with the cosplay club next door, there is a gap. Level!"

"That's right. The more members you have, the more activity funds you can apply for. Senior sister, please apply with your president. The window for new registration will be open in a few days!"

Most of those who are anxious to talk have never planned to join this club before, or they don’t even know that this club exists, or they are not interested in Hanfu at all.

But there were some students who were talking quietly in the back. They walked around Zhaoxin Avenue several times but couldn't find the location of the Hanfu Club. They finally chose other clubs, and they really felt regretful.

"Senior, please, please!"

"Senior sister, we really like Hanfu. I even brought several sets of Hanfu to school!"

……

Chu Tinglan had a headache and could only take a few steps back to answer a question.

"Let's go to the next one! Try to recruit more people for the next one."

"In terms of funding, we are all interest clubs, and we rely on people to save money. All the school's funds are used to organize activities for you. We are responsible for our internal profits and losses. It doesn't matter."

"For those who brought Hanfu, let's go next month! There will be an event after the National Day, and we just have time to prepare now."

...Chu Tinglan finally threw herself back to the door of the activity room.

He smiled apologetically at his classmates and immediately closed the door of the activity room tightly.

Turning around, Qing Leng Xiaoyang was very embarrassed and was already serving tea and water at the side.

"Boss, please give it." Yang Zai begged for mercy online.

Chu Tinglan took it angrily.

After taking a swig of Coke, I felt someone tap on the door behind me.

He was so frightened that he immediately jumped out and almost splashed the cold lamb all over with the Coke in his hand.

The sheep was scared, but the sheep didn't say anything.

The lamb hid silently, looking for corn to eat.

The club members pushed the sofa in the activity room and blocked it in front of the glass door, feeling a little mixed.

The eyes of resentment slowly rising, lingering, then landed on the cold little lamb.

The lamb buried its palm-sized face behind the corn cob and continued to chew.

Tang Zhu spoke domineeringly, trying to win everyone's attention: "The National Day crew is almost ready, and we will get together in Kyoto then."

"Measure your clothes by the way."

"There will also be a script study session."

"Because this drama has a lot of fighting details, these need to be learned in advance in the group." Here is a roll call of a certain lamb who is still nibbling corn.

Tang Zhu said loudly, looking around the table, everyone was listening to him seriously while eating.

Some helpless.

"Are you listening?" Tang Zhu was speechless.

Other members were grabbing the fried chicken and echoed: "Listen, listen."

"After the National Day, the crew had a dinner together, the actors were measured, we participated in the production of costumes, and Baiyang had to learn the moves, that's all, right?"

Half of the students in the Hanfu Club are clothing majors.

Everyone is more interested in eating now.

Tang Zhu found that... things seemed to be just like this, but sitting down so easily was not in line with his leader's style.

Rolling his eyes.

Tang Yu ordered his troops and generals.

"Baiyang, it's other people who are talking, what do you think?" You are always chewing corn on the cob, your character is... as stable as ever!

Apart from anything else, Qing Leng Lamb eats corn at a pretty good rate.

In just a moment, a piece of glutinous corn has reached its belly, and its beautiful big eyes are looking at the plate of husband and wife's lung slices covered with red oil.

In fact, I wanted to eat it, but I was afraid that I wouldn’t be able to eat the internal organs.

Hearing the vice president asking himself questions, Qing Leng Xiaoyang reluctantly looked back.

"I have no opinion!"

"The club needs travel expenses and other support," Qing Leng Xiaoyang said naturally.

Chu Tinglan interrupted: "These have production subsidies, and there is no need for members to contribute money, let alone the leading actors!"