Because today is registration day.
Basically, school clubs of all sizes will send people to the Welcome Plaza to recruit new members.
The more members a club has, the more resources it can receive from the student council, making the organization more powerful in the school.
According to usual circumstances.
Is a positive thing for the clubs.
So almost every club tries hard to recruit new members every year during welcoming events, strengthening their teams.
As soon as Baiyu arrived at the Welcome Plaza, several clubs extended invitations.
Things like Nap Club, Mysticism Research Club, Mechanical Club, etc.
All sorts of quirky clubs showed Baiyu just how imaginative people could be.
The Kendo Club was a bit hard to find.
Logically, such a normally named and grand club should have lots of people joining.
Yet Baiyu searched a round and finally found the Kendo Club’s location in a corner of the Welcome Plaza.
Two tables joined together.
A young girl lay on the table, listless, lazily basking in the artificial sunlight.
A cardboard sign stood beside her.
Three crooked, large words were written on it in black marker: Kendo Club.
Baiyu tapped his knuckles on the table.
The girl woke up at the sound, raised her head, and her eyes slightly opened, quickly narrowing into slits: "Oh, you’re here. Didn’t expect you to be even more handsome in person than in the photos, making my heart flutter."
"Don’t use such misleading tones, you idiot."
Baiyu rolled his dead fish eyes, "I’m not here for a blind date, are you Qiong Xue?"
"Yes, unfortunately, I am indeed the most outstanding among the young generation of the Qiong Family. If it weren’t for you, I would inherit Erza, so you snatched my opportunity. Damn it, you’re just so handsome that I can’t even hate you... hating is too tiring, I’m too lazy to hate you."
Qiong Xue sprawled weakly on the table.
Baiyu had too many things to complain about internally, unsure of how to respond.
"Your ennoblement ceremony is held at the Qiong Family, scheduled for next month.
The ceremony will be presided over by Kiyomoto Count.
This is an Imperial Count, so if you can build a good relationship with him, it will greatly benefit both you and our Qiong Family."
Qiong Xue stretched lazily, then sat up slightly: "In the future, if you need anything at school, just let me know, I’ll do my best to help you.
There are quite a few people who know your identity.
The Qiong Family has always had some rivals; after Qiong Yue’s passing, the younger generations of those families might become restless.
Be cautious at school.
If you can get into the student council, that would be best, as it acts as a protective umbrella and offers many conveniences."
"How do you join the student council?"
"It’s simple, just become the lackey of the few leaders in the student council, suck up well to them, and they’ll let you in." Qiong Xue started yawning again.
"Then what’s the point of you telling me this?" Baiyu sat beside her, looking around.
New students streamed endlessly into the Welcome Plaza.
Every recruitment booth of major clubs was crowded with people.
Only the Kendo Club had few visitors, hardly any interest.
Firstly, its location was remote.
Secondly, this recruitment point was simply too shabby.
Qiong Xue slightly opened her eyes, revealing a pretty smile: "There’s another way, join a club ranked in the top twenty in the school, and the president will automatically become an elite member of the student council.
Even the vice president can’t boss you around.
That’s the non-sycophantic way."
"What rank is the Kendo Club?"
"Eighty-ninth, last academic year, there were eighty-nine clubs in total."
"You could have just said the last place."
"That would make me seem very incompetent."
Baiyu furrowed his brow.
This is just too unreliable.
The most outstanding among the young Qiong generation turned out to be .
If they were all like her, it’s truly miraculous that the Qiong Family survived until now.
No wonder Qiong Yue entrusted Erza to someone with an external surname like me, now he probably understands the elder’s thoughts, can’t carry deadweight teammates!
"Actually, there’s even worse news, if the club fails to pass its annual task assessment, it will be abolished, and next month is the club assessment."
Qiong Xue yawned: "If I pass the role of club president to you, becoming an elite member of the student council is still very difficult."
Baiyu furrowed his brow: "Is there a third way?"
"Yes. The third way is naturally choosing a good teacher, you’re the top scorer in the Celestial River district this year, born with an advantage, choose a powerful teacher, and the cultivation at school will have fewer obstacles. But this method is uncontrollable, because selecting students is mutual, many strong masters have peculiar temperaments and might not see eye to eye with you."
Qiong Xue took out a pamphlet: "I don’t know which academy you want to choose, but I recommend choosing from the Martial Arts and Mysticism academies, I’ve painstakingly collected info."
So this was what she was waiting for me here.
Now the primary goal of the Qiong Family is for me to improve.
At least improve to the level where I can control the Legendary Ship; otherwise, without the suppression of the Legendary Ship, the situation for the Qiong Family would only worsen.
"How is the current situation of the Qiong Family?"
"It’s alright, Qiong Yue’s legacy is still felt, sacrificing for the Empire at least ensures there won’t be any external coveting for a few years, but overt and covert struggles are inevitable."
Qiong Xue’s voice got slightly more spirited.
"Does this Celestial River professor have only you as a student? Enrollment scope, Mysterious Academy, Research Academy, it’s her then, I’m too lazy to pick anyone else." Baiyu stopped flipping through the booklet.
"Are you enrolling in the Mysterious Academy?" Qiong Xue asked surprised.
Baiyu answered casually.
This choice surprised Qiong Xue even more.
Understandably, Research specialization is mainly logistics.
Usually, students with poor Ancient Martial Arts performances choose it.
The admission standards for the Research Academy are also much lower than popular academies like the Mysticism, Martial Arts, and Manufacturing academies.
"Suit yourself. Professor Celestial River’s personality is quite cold and detached, it might actually be a good choice for you, but you have to impress her, after I got accepted, she only taught me one set of swordsmanship."
Qiong Xue didn’t have much opinion on Baiyu’s choice.
Her task was to inform Baiyu of the current situation and help him get familiar with the school.
"Excuse me, are you still accepting members in the Kendo Club?"
A timid voice came from behind.
The little chubby ball he encountered on his way here was standing right behind him.
Qiong Xue hadn’t even opened her eyes, and lay back down on the table.
Baiyu chuckled: "Of course we are."
"Thank you, I’ve always wanted to join a club, but other clubs aren’t accepting members anymore..." The chubby ball scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.
They aren’t accepting members only because they don’t want you.
Baiyu silently complained and recorded the chubby guy’s name, Su Ahzhong.
"That’s it, I’ll head back for now, if anything happens just call directly. By the way, in three days is the entrance exam, most of the school’s professors will be present, this is your best chance to choose a mentor."
Qiong Xue stood up from the chair, her figure enveloped under a wide white robe.
It even gave Baiyu a feeling of a vintage long robe coat from his previous life.
Both the sleeve design and the entire hem were extremely similar.
She carried a wooden sword in her right hand and tucked a pillow under her left arm.
And then leisurely strolled away.
Beside him, Su Ahzhong hesitantly asked: "Who is this senior?"
"Uh, just a second ago, she was the former club president."
Baiyu thought for a long time, finding too many things to complain about Qiong Xue, only to answer so.