Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

In short, participating in school organizations is an important part of university life.

Many people enjoy participating in extracurricular activities, socializing by hitchhiking, throwing parties, meeting famous alumni, and expanding their social networks.

Zhao Hao also needs to find a legitimate club to join, because it will earn him academic credits.

Whether you're a UFO enthusiast or an NBA fan club member, you need to join a school-approved club and participate in a significant number of activities. Otherwise, you won't get the required credits, which will be a major problem!

Zhao Hao didn't have a specific goal, so he wandered around, stopping and looking around. Many people tried to sell him their clubs.

After all, the larger the club, the greater its voice and influence, and in many cases, it can negotiate with the school.

But how the hell did things like My Little Pony Fan Club, Steel Muscle Brotherhood, Liberty City University's Death-Seeking Club, Morning Grumpy Association, Squirrel Feeding Club, Mutual Praise Group... get approved?

After searching for a long time, Zhao Hao finally found a mahjong parlor that looked pretty reliable!

Does this mean my future extracurricular activities will consist of playing mahjong? But I don't know how!

Zhao Hao shook his head: I am mortal with gambling and drugs!

As a result, a bespectacled young woman on the street caught Zhao Hao's eye: "Hey classmate, I can tell at a glance that you're someone who understands literature! Join our literary society! Our literary society has a history of over 140 years at Liberty City University; it was founded at the very beginning of the university..."

Zhao Hao felt a little smug: This girl has good taste; she actually noticed my scholarly air! Indeed, my recently published books, *The Troubles of Young Robin*, *The Countryside Gynecologist*, and *The Virtuous Woman White*, are all quite popular!

"I'm totally hooked on this literary society!"

Zhao Hao only realized he'd been tricked after joining the literary society.

It's true that there's a literary society, and it's true that there's a 140-year history. However, more than a decade ago, the literary society underwent a major change, which almost led to its dissolution. It hasn't recovered from that yet.

Moreover, young people these days aren't into literature anymore; movie stars, punk music, rock and roll, and car racing are the new trends.

A group of people reading and discussing literature together seems incredibly dull to them.

So the literary society only had a few dozen people!

There are only a few dozen people across all four years of university. Even including those who weren't very active to begin with, or those who were too busy with job hunting and research in their junior and senior years, the total number of people who could actually participate in activities is less than 30! That's less than the number of people in Zhao Hao's class!

Despite this, they still managed to publish a magazine on campus called "Liberty City University Youth Literature," which resulted in huge losses. They didn't even dare to buy beer for their get-togethers.

However, the decline and the small number of people also have their advantages. With fewer people, there are fewer things to do, and because each member (who was tricked into joining) is precious, the atmosphere is quite good.

Zhao Hao was just here to get credits anyway, so he might as well just lie there.

You can't exactly go clubbing with those energetic young men who scream and yell all night, can you?

Zhao Hao was thinking of slacking off during his first club activity. But Jasmine, the girl with glasses who had drawn him in, was very enthusiastic.

"This club activity involves everyone writing a poem. Since Zhao Hao has prior experience in writing poems, you must participate!"

Zhao Hao thought to himself: "Those things I've written don't seem quite right. What should I write a poem about?"

A gentle knock on the peach blossom viewing room, the jade pestle gently dampens, leaving a lingering fragrance.

The jade vortex, like a phoenix drawing in endless wonders, is lush with the fragrance of cardamom amidst the verdant grass.

Or: A tender lotus bud just beginning to emerge, gently gathered, slowly twisted, and then picked?

Or perhaps:

Mountains are always turbulent, and even slow horses with fine hooves dare not climb them.

We often hear of heroes venturing into tiger's dens, but we rarely see someone single-handedly leveling mountain peaks.

Wow! This talent is overflowing!

If it weren't for the imperial envoy's ban on writing, I would have written countless poems full of tigers and wolves!

In the end, Zhao Hao decided to keep a low profile to maintain his handsome campus image.

A short while later, he handed in his poem, and the girl with glasses, Jasmine, excitedly recited it to everyone:

"Yes, Zhao Hao wrote a modern poem..."

Thank you for being so kind to me.

You are a good person...

A person who can write this kind of sentence,

I've probably lived ten lifetimes.

We can't catch up with them anymore.

At first, everyone remained silent. Suddenly, a thin young man wearing glasses, his face flushed, excitedly shouted, "Great! That's fantastic!"

He cheered and burst into tears.

Immediately afterwards, many boys started clapping enthusiastically, and one of them said: "If the bookstore doesn't sell books written by Zhao Hao, I'll smash the bookstore!"

Zhao Hao thought to himself, "My book probably won't be available in regular bookstores..."

This incident shows that most young people who are into literature and art cannot find a partner.

At that moment, a very noticeable senior student was looking at Zhao Hao curiously. Zhao Hao had noticed her as soon as he arrived. He really couldn't help but pay attention.

She has an Asian face, but long, snow-white hair!

This is Jasmine's roommate and best friend, Nanaya Saki, a second-year student and an international student from Japan.

Zhao Hao secretly observed her and felt a strange sensation. The senior student, Nanaya Saki, also felt that Zhao Hao was no ordinary person.

……

His studies quickly got on track. Although he wasn't doing so well in other subjects, Zhao Hao did quite well in mechanical design. The original owner of this body had laid a very solid foundation.

Because Zhao Hao often went to antique shops and was sometimes called upon to consult with the Bureau of Mysteries, he spent his time at school either attending classes or participating in the literary society for leisure. As a result, apart from Winston and some people in the literary society, he didn't make any friends.

In reality, given his current mindset, it would be difficult for him to make friends.

On the 17th, the Mid-Autumn Festival, Zhao Hao finally got another holiday sign-in.

The card depicts an old porcelain wine pot.

A pot of aged wine

Black Iron 4-Star Item Card

Drinking buddies: People who share this drink with you will develop a certain degree of goodwill and affection towards you.

Truth comes out when one is drunk: The person who drinks this pot of wine will tell you the truth.

Note: After drinking this pot of wine, we're friends. What can't we say to each other now?

What is this? A kind of Truth Potion?

Zhao Hao thought that even if he didn't get a picture of Chang'e for the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would at least get a picture of the Jade Rabbit! He didn't expect to not even get a single mooncake!

Because the Mid-Autumn Festival was a relatively important festival for the Song people, many students at the school held gatherings and parties. Even the school cafeteria had mooncakes.

Zhao Hao took one, took a bite, and was struck dumb! Yogurt cheese filling?! Who's trying to trick me?!

Adhering to the principle of not wasting food, Zhao Hao stubbornly spent ten minutes eating the mooncake. His expression was utterly resigned, as if even the bright sunlight outside the window had dimmed.

Winston, however, seemed to really enjoy it, clutching the mooncake that looked like a small cookie in his hand and eating it with relish.

The Amis have absolutely insane tastes.

Just as Zhao Hao and his companion were leaving the cafeteria and passing the basketball court, a commotion suddenly broke out among the crowd, with about a dozen muscular young men in basketball uniforms forming a circle.

Zhao Hao thought there was going to be a fight and was about to watch the excitement when he realized that someone had fainted on the basketball court!

Zhao Hao has high mental attributes and now has an excellent memory. He recognized the fallen white youth at a glance as the one he and Winston had fought against eleven a few days ago!

Zhao Hao sensed something was off; the aura above the young man's head flashed by, and its shape was rather strange.

Zhao Hao activated his demon-hunting senses, preparing himself as he scanned the group out of the corner of his eye. Something was definitely wrong!

Winston, standing to the side, looked utterly bewildered: "Is Zhao's eye diseased?"

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Chapter 92 Prajna Tattoo

"What happened?" Winston saw someone faint and rushed over.

Zhao Hao grabbed him, "Wait, the kid who fell down is the one who fought with us a few days ago, and the others next to him are too."

Winston hesitated for a moment, looking unsure, but finally made up his mind, "Let's go take a look!" and walked over.

Zhao Hao admires Winston not only because he became a top student despite being Black, but also because he had a kind heart despite growing up in an environment of discrimination.

If a person experiences hardship from a young age, their heart can easily be encased in a hard callus, and they will become indifferent.

But if one can still maintain a kind heart under such circumstances, then one can be said to be inherently good.

It's lucky to be friends with someone like that.

Seeing that Winston was willing to help despite past grievances, Zhao Hao naturally followed him.

To be honest, he didn't have that kind of kindness; he really lacked empathy in this country. If it were the elderly, children, or women, it would be perfectly normal for him to help them out of a sense of justice and to uphold the law.

But it's really hard to muster any enthusiasm to help these few idiot youths.

But since my friend has already gone up there, I can't let him face it alone.

Winston strode over and saw that it was indeed the same group of white youths who had clashed a few days ago, but there was also a person lying on the ground.

He disregarded everything else and quickly said, "I have some first aid knowledge, I think I can help!"

The group of white youths turned around and recognized Winston. After all, this kind of black iron tower was unique at Liberty City University.

Immediately, two young white men wrinkled their noses, one of them even saying rudely, "Get lost! Don't come here to watch the show!"

The guy who spoke was the one who started the conflict earlier. He was the one who got drunk and came looking for trouble, got tripped by Zhao Hao and slapped a hot bowl of fried rice in his face, and then the two of them fought at the school gate, and he got a good lesson from Zhao Hao.

Two more composed-looking young men grabbed him from either side. "Lucius, calm down. Caster needs help!"

The man said to Winston, "Let's not talk about what happened before. If you can help Custer, please lend a hand."

Winston nodded and quickly went over and squatted down.

The unfortunate fellow named Castor, lying on the ground, had a face as white as paper and was barely breathing. When he opened his eyelids, the whites of his eyes rolled upwards, revealing the pupils.

"His heartbeat is very weak, it's dangerous. Call 911 immediately!"

The composed young man said, "We've already called them. They said it will take at least twenty minutes for them to get here!"