On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

Lin Xiaoxiao immediately flashed a super bright smile, looking guilty, and gave a thumbs up, mouthing "Go for it!"

The senior student hadn't actually heard anything clearly. When she saw Lin Xiaoxiao's action, she was immediately stunned, then smiled shyly and continued to tidy up her "treasures".

Hearing Lin Xiaoxiao's reaction, Chen Mo and the others shook their heads and smiled.

Everyone loves beauty, and they would also enjoy seeing visually appealing and highly accurate cosplay.

However, such talents are truly too few. After all, the general public is ordinary, and the rules should be geared towards ordinary people so that a small circle can gradually grow.

This is the biggest reason why cosplay established this rule.

Fearing that the people from the anime club might realize what was happening, Lin Xiaoxiao quickly pulled everyone to the next location.

After bypassing the bustling yet somewhat chaotic anime club area, a rhythmic melody faintly reached their ears.

The group looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the door to an activity room was wide open in the distance, and a number of people had already gathered nearby. A cool spray-painted poster was pasted on the door: [Burning Point Street Dance Club - Recruiting Now!]

Inside the activity room, the scene was quite different from the relatively quiet atmosphere of the anime club.

This place is full of dynamism and energy.

Several members are practicing inside.

One wall is a huge floor-length mirror, reflecting their figures as they sweat profusely.

A powerful and impactful hip-hop rhythm immediately grabbed everyone's attention, with its strong beat and heavy drumbeats.

In the center of the classroom, several boys wearing loose basketball jerseys and headbands were practicing difficult floor moves.

A boy with a buzz cut and well-defined muscles is practicing continuous "windmill" kicks. His body spins like a whirlwind on the clean floor, his arms and waist bursting with amazing power, and each sweep of his leg creates a whooshing sound.

Although he occasionally makes mistakes, loses his balance, and falls to the ground with a "thud," he doesn't care at all. He immediately gets up, frowns at himself in the mirror, and tries again with the counting and encouragement of his teammates, completely focused on his own world.

On the other side, several girls wearing crop tops and cargo pants were practicing Girl's Hip-hop.

Their movements are clean, crisp, and perfectly timed. Every wave and every head shake is full of tension. Their expressions are both cool and confident, and their eyes are brimming with powerful feminine charm.

Their dance attracted many passersby to stop and watch.

There were both boys and girls among them.

Even Su Yuqing and Zhao Ya were attracted by the girls' cool and capable demeanor.

Although they are relatively quiet, the more so, the more they find these cool and confident girls who dare to show themselves cool.

A table was placed at the entrance of the activity room, with a registration form and a QR code on it.

A guy who looked like the club president, with dreadlocks and a flashy fluorescent T-shirt, was swaying slightly to the music while enthusiastically calling out to the freshmen watching outside: "Hey! Freshmen! Interested in street dance? No problem if you have no experience! We'll teach you until you learn! Breaking, Hip-hop, Jazz, Urban... there's something for everyone! Come check it out! We're also having a cypher in this square tonight, it's super awesome! Come feel the atmosphere!"

His enthusiasm was infectious; his voice was loud and clear, and his body language was expressive. Several freshmen were drawn to him and surrounded him, asking for details.

Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes lit up, and she subconsciously nodded gently along with the music.

Zhou Yue commented with a smile: "This president looks like a patient with severe corporate euphoria."

"What, do you want to try street dance?" Seeing Su Yuqing so engrossed in watching, Chen Mo gently shook her hand. "No, watching is fine, but asking me to go on stage would be the death of me," Su Yuqing replied with a smile.

“I think so too,” Zhao Ya immediately agreed with a smile.

"Dancing requires a sense of power; it looks cool, but it's actually very difficult for the person doing it," Shen Xinghe commented, seemingly having some experience in this area.

“Let’s go, this club doesn’t suit our style at all,” Zhou Yue said with a smile.

The group nodded and turned to walk towards the next area.

As you walk further on, the atmosphere changes again, and a booth decorated in an antique style appears.

In stark contrast to the hustle and bustle of the street dance club next door, this place seems to be a quiet and elegant little world of its own.

The booth of Qingyun Guofeng Society was decorated in an elegant and understated style, like a quiet retreat in a bustling market.

The booth featured an elegant banner, several antique-style tables, and a screen painted with ink wash landscapes. A faint sandalwood fragrance wafted in the air, refreshing and pleasant.

A girl dressed in a light blue cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) is kneeling on a futon, demonstrating the tea ceremony.

On the table, a set of exquisite purple clay teaware was steaming.

Her movements were slow and graceful; she scalded the cups, placed the tea leaves, brewed the tea, and served the tea in one smooth motion. Her expression was focused and serene, and she paid no attention to the noise from the onlookers, remaining completely undisturbed.

Beside him, a boy wearing a bamboo-leaf patterned robe was wielding his brush on a sheet of Xuan paper. He wrote four large characters in running script: “弦歌不辍” (meaning “the music never stops”). His powerful strokes and elegant structure drew murmurs of admiration from several freshmen watching.

The booth also displayed some antique-style hairpins, round fans, embroidered sachets and other handicrafts made by the members, which were exquisite and small.

People passing by unconsciously slowed their pace and lowered their voices, as if afraid of breaking the tranquil and elegant atmosphere.

Zhou Yue was very interested in the sachet embroidered with orchids. She picked it up and examined it carefully. "Senior, are these for sale?"

The boy who was writing calligraphy stopped and gently explained, "These are just exhibits for now. If you're interested, we'll have a craft activity on recruitment day where you can try making them yourself."

Su Yuqing said softly to Chen Mo, "The atmosphere in this club is quite comfortable; it makes me feel calm."

Chen Mo nodded; the calm atmosphere was indeed relaxing.

"So, are you interested in joining this club?" Chen Mo asked with a smile.

This club is quite suitable for Su Yuqing; it can help her calm down.

"Let's look at other clubs first." Although Su Yuqing was somewhat interested, she wouldn't make a decision easily right now.

Shen Xinghe paused for a moment in front of the tea table, admiring the girl's smooth and skillful brewing technique, a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

At this moment, the girl finished brewing the tea and looked around. As soon as she looked up, she saw a stunningly beautiful face. Even though she was usually calm, she couldn't help but be moved. She immediately smiled and extended an invitation: "Are you interested in learning about traditional Chinese culture? We offer courses in tea ceremony, calligraphy, traditional Chinese painting, and more, which can help relieve the mental fatigue accumulated from daily studies."

With such a stunning and attractive entrance, this year's recruitment will likely attract even more new hires.

We can now take a few more steps on the path of inheriting and promoting traditional Chinese culture. (End of Chapter)