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The senior student's eyes were already red from listening.

Luo Ning bit her lower lip, tears welling up in her eyes.

Yu Hongyao, on the other hand, completely lost her usual composure and dignity.

She stared blankly at Wang Ye, her once proud and cold phoenix eyes now filled with intense fervor, adoration, and an indescribable sense of infatuation.

The final, melodious, and crisp coda chords slowly faded away.

Wang Ye's slender right palm gently rested on the strings.

The lingering sound faded away.

The entire music room fell into complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.

Wang Ye loosened the guitar and casually placed the priceless handmade guitar beside him.

He raised his head, met the three stunned gazes of the judges, and smiled gently.

"Reporting to the judges."

"Wang Ye, from the Directing Class of Drama and Film, has finished his talent show."

Wang Ye shrugged, his tone nonchalant.

"My skill level is average; I just sang casually. I don't know if it will catch President Yu's eye?"

A full half minute passed.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

Luo Ning was the first to jump up from his chair, clapping his hands frantically until his palms turned red!

She skipped over the judges' table and rushed to Wang Ye, taking two long strides with her beautiful eyes sparkling with fervor!

"Awesome!!"

"That's awesome!!"

Luo Ning was so excited that she swore and even grabbed Wang Ye's strong forearm, her full breasts rising and falling with her rapid breathing.

"Junior! You call this 'just singing casually'?! If this is considered mediocre, then all the top singers in the market should find a block of tofu and smash their heads against it!"

The short-haired senior next to him stumbled over, his face flushed, and gave him a thumbs up.

"A god! Absolutely a god descended to earth!"

"I've been playing guitar for five years, and this is the first time I've seen fingerstyle percussion and vocal syncopation blended so perfectly!"

"Junior Wang Ye, please accept my bow! From today onwards, you are my idol!"

Just as Luo Ning and her senior were jumping up and down excitedly.

An elegant, slightly stiff, tall figure walked slowly over in high heels.

Yu Hongyao stood in front of Wang Ye.

Her eyelashes were slightly lowered, and her fair, snow-white cheeks were flushed with a captivating blush. The cold arrogance that had kept people at a distance just moments before had completely vanished.

Looking at Wang Ye's handsome face with a playful smile, her heart pounded wildly.

The slap in the face came too quickly and too fiercely, like a category 12 tsunami, instantly tearing all her pride to shreds.

"Wang Ye, classmate..."

Yu Hongyao's voice trembled slightly, and her usually cold voice now had an unprecedented softness.

She took a deep breath, as if summoning all her courage, and solemnly bowed slightly to Wang Ye.

"Just now... I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness, and I spoke rudely. I sincerely apologize to you."

Yu Hongyao raised her head, her bright phoenix eyes staring intently at Wang Ye, her eyes filled with undisguised fervor and longing.

"Your piano skills far surpass mine."

At this point, Yu Hongyao bit her bright red lower lip, her tone becoming extremely urgent.

"No further assessment is needed."

"In my capacity as president of the music club, I hereby officially announce that it has been passed unanimously!"

"Not only that, Wang Ye, I officially appoint you as one of the core lead singers of the music club! You will be in charge of leading the team to the Beijing College Student Music Festival next month!"

Upon hearing this, Luo Ning nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Junior, you can use the club's rehearsal room anytime you want. Come whenever you want, and I'll personally serve you tea and water and do all the logistics!"

The two women surrounded Wang Ye, their eyes filled with undisguised admiration.

Right at this moment.

Deep within Wang Ye's mind, a crisp and pleasant system notification suddenly rang out!

【Ding! 】

[Host has successfully passed the music club audition and achieved an extraordinary feat: a stunning performance that captivated the entire audience!]

Side Quest: Join two university clubs (Current progress 1/2)!

[Due to the host's overwhelming talent, greatly enhancing their charisma, a special phased critical hit reward is hereby issued!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received: One mystery blind box!]

[Congratulations, host, you have received 500 Godly Coins!]

Wang Ye felt a surge of secret satisfaction.

Singing a song not only completely won over the arrogant and aloof president and the wild and unruly vice president, but also allowed him to get a blind box and 500 Godly Coins for free.

This move was incredibly profitable!

Wang Ye jumped down from the bar stool and casually handed the guitar back to Yu Hongyao.

As he handed her the violin, Wang Ye's fingers seemingly unintentionally brushed against Yu Hongyao's delicate and tender fingertips.

Yu Hongyao's delicate body trembled violently, and her pretty face flushed slightly.

Wang Ye chuckled and said, "President Yu, you're too kind. Now that I've passed the interview, I'll head back to my dorm to rest."

After saying that, Wang Ye turned around and strode confidently toward the door of the music room.

"etc!"

Yu Hongyao hurriedly called out and took two quick steps to catch up, her voice urgent.

"Wang Ye...you...you haven't exchanged your WeChat ID yet!"

Luo Ning was also shouting from behind, holding up his phone.

"Junior! Don't walk away so fast! Add me on WeChat first, I'll treat you to a late-night snack tonight!"

The dozens of freshmen queuing outside could hear everything that was happening inside through the crack in the door.

When they saw the usually dignified, aloof, and unapproachable President Yu now chasing after Wang Ye like a fangirl, asking for his WeChat, they were quite surprised.

The chins of all the freshmen in the corridor slammed into the ground!

What the hell!

Who the hell is interviewing whom here?!

Wang Ye stopped, turned around and glanced at the two stunningly beautiful faces filled with anticipation, then waved casually.

"Isn't it in the WeChat group? You two senior students can add it yourselves."

"I'm tired, I'm leaving now."

Leaving behind a dashing and imposing figure, Wang Ye swaggered out the door.

……

Wang Ye strode down the steps of the art experimental building, whistling as he went.

The night breeze outside the stairwell is quite pleasant.

He took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time: 8:45 PM.

A notification message suddenly popped up in my WeChat, indicating that I needed to follow this account. It was from a recruitment group for the Youth Volunteer Association.

[President Zhao Feng: Due to the large number of applicants, the final interviews in Room 204 of the Administration Building will officially close at 9:00 PM tonight. Those who haven't checked in yet should hurry, otherwise they will be considered to have automatically forfeited their membership!]

Wang Ye paused as he read the message. He had almost forgotten about this task.

The task of joining two clubs given by the system is only halfway done. How can I let this opportunity to get free blind boxes and rich coins slip away?

After shoving his phone into his pocket and getting a feel for the direction, Wang Ye strode quickly toward the administration building.

The corridor on the second floor of the administration building was quiet at this time.

Most of the freshmen had already finished their interviews and gone back to their dorms to relax, but the door to classroom 204 was still half open.

Wang Ye reached out and pushed open the door.

There were four people sitting in front of the podium.

Sitting in the very center was a third-year male student with slicked-back hair, wearing a cheap black suit, a student council president badge pinned to his chest, and slowly blowing steam from a thermos. He exuded an air of authority that surpassed even that of the department leaders.

Sitting next to me was Secretary-General Wen Xiaoya, whom I had met at the recruitment booth yesterday.

Wen Xiaoya was still wearing her red volunteer vest today, with her hair tied in a low ponytail. The large red vest was stretched taut by her ample bosom, and she wore thick black-rimmed glasses on her nose. Her fair and clean face showed signs of fatigue.

When someone pushed the door open and came in, the judges looked up.

The slick-back-haired president, Zhao Feng, frowned, glanced at his knock-off Submariner watch, and said impatiently, "Hey kid, what's wrong with you? You only have eight minutes left before the interview deadline, and you just rushed over right on time? Have you lost your sense of time?"

Wen Xiaoya took a closer look and recognized Wang Ye. She quickly reached out and tugged at Zhao Feng's sleeve: "President Zhao, this is Wang Ye, a freshman in the directing department, who registered here yesterday."

She smiled at Wang Ye, her voice soft and gentle: "Junior Wang Ye, come in quickly, you've just made it to the last one."

Wang Ye completely ignored Zhao Feng, who had an air of officialdom about him.

He casually pulled out a wooden chair in front of the podium, sat down, and stretched his long legs forward.

When Zhao Feng saw Wang Ye's completely disrespectful posture, his face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He was used to bullying others in the student council and clubs. Normally, which freshman would not bow and scrape and call him "Senior Zhao"?

This troublemaker dares to ignore him!

Zhao Feng slammed his thermos on the table with a loud thud: "Who told you to sit down? Don't you know the rules? Stand up and introduce yourself!"

Wang Ye rested one hand on the back of the chair, tilted his head, and said, "Do you have hemorrhoids and can't sit still, so you feel uncomfortable seeing others sitting? We're all college students who paid tuition to study, what kind of high-ranking official are you putting on airs for me on this stage?"

The air in the classroom seemed to freeze.

The two student officers sitting on either side almost popped their eyes out. Wen Xiaoya covered her mouth in fright. This junior was so bold.

Zhao Feng trembled with rage, slammed his hand on the table, and stood up abruptly: "Wang Ye! What are you so arrogant about! What do you think this is? The Youth Volunteer Association! This place needs high-quality individuals with good character and a strong sense of responsibility! With your attitude, believe me, I'll give you a zero in the first round and eliminate you!!"

Wang Ye leaned back in his chair and picked at his ear: "Zero points and you're eliminated? Fine, then draw an 'egg' right now, and I'll be out of here immediately."

After saying that, he stood up and made a move to leave.

Wen Xiaoya panicked and stood up, saying, "Wang Ye, don't be impulsive!"

She hurriedly ran around the lectern and grabbed Wang Ye's sleeve.

A faint, pleasant fragrance emanated from him, and his large eyes behind his black-rimmed glasses welled up with tears: "President Zhao, the association hasn't secured a single penny in external sponsorships this year, and our charity projects at various nursing homes and special schools are almost at a standstill. It's rare to have a freshman willing to sign up; could we hear what Wang Ye has to say first?"

Wang Ye lowered his head, looking at Wen Xiaoya who was so close to him. His Eye of General Knowledge was activated.

[Target: Wen Xiaoya.]

Age: 20 years old.

[Position: Secretary-General of the Youth Volunteer Association, Second-year student majoring in Early Childhood Education.]

[Appearance rating: 95 points (Always goes makeup-free and wears thick-rimmed glasses, dresses in a dowdy style, hiding her true stunning looks).]

[Body measurements: 168cm, 49kg, E cup]

[Personality traits: Kind and simple-minded, passionate about genuine public welfare, comes from a poor family but is self-reliant and strong, suffers from severe social anxiety, and habitually tolerates oppression from powerful figures.]

Wang Ye clicked his tongue inwardly. Another absolute gem. Take off her glasses, put on some light makeup, change into nice clothes—she'd be the epitome of a pure and alluring first love, an ugly duckling turned swan. The most deadly thing was her terrifying E-grade size, which made the loose red vest look like it was about to burst open.

Zhao Feng snorted coldly and sat back down in his chair, arms crossed, nostrils flaring. "Fine, for Secretary-General Wen's sake, I'll give you three minutes. Tell me, what can you do in our association? Can you clean up after the elderly in nursing homes, or can you secure tens of thousands of yuan in corporate sponsorships? If you can't do either, get out of here. Our association doesn't support rich kids!"

Wang Ye pulled up a chair and sat down again.

I casually placed my phone on the table.

"Handling toileting is a caregiver's job. I'm not a professional in that area, and going there would only cause the elderly distress. As for seeking sponsorship..."

A smirk played on his lips as he fixed his gaze on Zhao Feng: "President Zhao just said that having tens of thousands of yuan is considered capable?"

Zhao Feng scoffed, "Nonsense! Do you even know what tens of thousands of yuan means, you freshman? If you can get ten thousand yuan in sponsorship, I'll eat this thermos right here and now!"

Wang Ye was amused; quite a few people had actually gotten what they asked for.

"Okay, then you'll need to prepare more glycerin suppositories today, otherwise it'll be quite difficult to pull out this stainless steel."

……

(This book gets even more exciting as it goes on!)

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