Chapter 144 The Family Is Left in the Cold
After all, most people in the folk music major want to change majors, and some have already successfully changed majors. It's amazing how talented this club can recruit.
It was pouring rain outside, and the four people in the old building were sitting bored. Chunxiao came over with snacks in his arms: "Would you like some melon seeds? They taste like plums."
Wen Qiao felt a little sleepy and reached out to take the melon seeds.
"I also ordered milk tea, which was delivered immediately."
Lu Youyou was a little anxious: "It's been a day, how come no one has come to sign up? Not to mention signing up, no one has come to take a look."
Wen Qiao said lazily: "Why are you so anxious? Stay calm."
Lu Youyou wandered around the room: "How many people are waiting to see our jokes, especially Zhao Tong and Xu Lu, maybe they are secretly laughing at us now."
The table was a bit low, and Wen Qiao had nowhere to put his long legs, so he leaned directly on the corner of the table, lazily cracking melon seeds and watching the video: "What do you care about them?"
Lu Youyou was a little depressed: "I just can't bear to see them gloating about their misfortune."
Wen Qiao touched her head: "Yuyou, we have to have a long-term vision and don't worry about success or failure in this short period of time, eh?"
Lu Youyou doesn't understand.
She is indeed short-sighted and cannot be as calm as Qiao Qiao. She just wants to make Xu Lu and Zhao Tong angry to death. If she doesn't make them angry to death, she herself will be angry to death.
It rained outside all day, and the cool air started to appear. Because it was a rainy day, it was completely dark at six o'clock.
All day long, no one patronized.
Wen Qiao had been chewing melon seeds for a long time. His mouth was dry and he was a little angry.
She clapped her hands: "Let's go back first."
The four of them held umbrellas and walked around half of the campus before returning to the dormitory building. On the narrow road, they happened to meet Zhao Tong, Xu Lu and two other girls they didn't know very well.
When they meet on a narrow road, Zhao Tong is always the one who flirts first.
"The defeated general, look at the dejected look on his face, don't be discouraged. If you can't recruit people for a day, just open for a few more days. Maybe some brainless person will suddenly lose his mind and join you."
Wen Qiao put his hands in his pockets and said casually: "So concerned about every move of our club? Could it be that you want to join us?"
Zhao Tong almost jumped up as if his tail had been stepped on: "How could I degenerate and join you? What are you thinking about?"
Lu Youyou: "Then why are you always staring at us? Is it that your student union is too busy, or that your cello department has too little coursework, or that you, Zhao Tong, have any special hobbies?"
Zhao Tong was so angry that he wanted to hit someone: "Lu Youyou, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Lu Youyou took advantage of the victory and pursued her: "If you continue to pay close attention to us, I will tell others mercilessly that Zhao Tong has something wrong with you."
Zhao Tong almost took action, but was pulled by Xu Lu and entered the dormitory building: "Why are you arguing with them? The folk music club has opened for recruitment, and there is no one. It has become the laughing stock of the whole school. Why do you involve yourself and cause trouble? It’s all fishy.”
Zhao Tong was filled with indignation: "A group of defeated generals are still showing off in front of me. They really have no self-awareness at all."
Xu Lu comforted her: "Okay, okay, let's not be the same as them, lest we degrade ourselves."
The next day was already a rainy day, just like Lu Youyou's mood.
"God is so lucky to use this sad autumn rain to heighten our lonely mood. The door is deserted, the door is deserted."
Wen Qiao was listening to music with headphones on. Song Hao had already found someone to write the lyrics for her new song, recorded a demo, and sent it to her for her to listen to.