Chapter 145: School Anniversary Preparation Work In Full Swing
Just as Xiang Chuan and the club members were discussing those matters about beans and soy sauce in the club activity room, all first-year and second-year high school students at Demeter University Affiliated High School were bustling about for the school anniversary, either gathering classmates from various clubs in their class to collectively come up with ideas, or directly running to the Student Union and Principal’s Office to inquire about some intelligence on the cooperating schools for this school anniversary, to secure strong partners at the first opportunity.
Of course, each class focused even more on Class Eight Grade One, for no other reason than that the founders of the A Bite of China Club and Performance Club—two clubs newly founded at this school, or rather the first high school clubs in the entire Third Fleet—were gathered there. Although Chou Manman’s Performance Club currently had no achievements, the A Bite of China Club was too outstanding, and all the events of the class competition were still fresh in the minds of the other first-year classes.
The A Bite of China Club, this major killer weapon, really had too much destructive power, but their things were also too delicious!
The first-year classes were painfully yet happily busy preparing for the school anniversary while keeping a close eye on the new movements of Class Eight and the A Bite of China Club. Even during regular club activities, club members from other classes would occasionally glance at the members of Class Eight Grade One. After a while, it annoyed the folks in Class Eight Grade One quite a bit. Except for some sports clubs that really couldn’t get away, Class Eight students from other clubs all found excuses in the afternoon to run to the A Bite of China Club Building.
One day, after Xiang Chuan finished decorating cream and started practicing piping flowers herself, when she lifted her head to stretch her shoulders, she was startled by the crowd from Class Eight sitting in rows at the several dining tables opposite her.
—Why did everyone from our class come over? Could it be some class team-building activity I don’t know about?
Ainuo and Ouyang Yating, who were practicing knife skills by slicing apples and peaches on the side, saw their club president’s face full of genuine fear and knew she was overthinking something again, so they explained the current situation.
“School anniversary?” Xiang Chuan blinked her eyes, “Does it need to be such a big deal?”
In her impression, so-called school anniversaries were just university students pulling some small sponsorships for fun. Junior high and high school school anniversaries? Sorry, school life was already fully occupied by Huanggang and Wu San, and in nine years of compulsory education and three years of inhumane high school life, she had never encountered a school that celebrated a school anniversary. So Xiang Chuan herself, previously treating “high school school anniversary” with the mindset of a 21st century high school student, couldn’t really empathize with the whole school’s students acting like they were welcoming a summer vacation without homework, full of chicken blood.
“Of course it’s necessary; this concerns our graduation files.” Chou Manman, who came over from next door to hang out, unceremoniously scooped a big stack from Ouyang Yating’s small serving plate holding peach slices into her own small plate that had just finished cake, and skewered a slice with a fork into her mouth.
As neighbors, the Performance Club coming over to mooch food and drinks could be said to occupy heaven’s timing and earth’s advantage, but from some documents Xiang Chuan sent her, such as An Actor Prepares, it was clear that actors need to maintain their figure, especially sugary and oily desserts like cake being the most dangerous. Although modern medical beauty technology is advanced and can control body fat percentage, this is limited to adults. Before successfully crossing the adult threshold, she must control her diet. The fruits cut by Ouyang Yating and others during regular practice became the favorite snacks for the Performance Club members—though they have sugar, they’re oil-free and salt-free, sour-sweet and tasty, making people want to eat more and more.
Recently, due to the fame of fruit milk and cake, the originally somewhat expensive fruit prices have become exaggerated, but Chou Manman’s family could afford it. The reason for mooching was… mooching from others always feels like making a profit. Great.
Graduation files again? Xiang Chuan’s eye twitched uncontrollably. A large part of the reason she put effort into this club was to get a graduation file that would allow smooth further education into university. She originally thought she could rest easy and even privately tinker with some other foods, but now another thing that affects the graduation file popped up?
If high school club activities affect the school’s evaluation of students’ practical activities, then school anniversary and such activities are evaluations from outside the school. School anniversary activities are not only competitions between high schools but also an annual large-scale event promoting communication between students from different schools. Communication between students helps expand social circles, allowing students to make more like-minded companions. During the cooperation of two to three schools, students will continuously communicate and integrate, where it’s easiest to spark friendship, thereby bringing more chemical reactions and showcasing some unexpected things.
Hearing this explanation, Xiang Chuan frowned: “If it’s to promote social relationship development, then arranging exhibition projects by club units wouldn’t be more convenient? Communication between like-minded peers would have more common topics.”
“Then it wouldn’t be expanding social circles, but academic exchange; perfectly good friendship would turn into colleague relations.” Ouyang Yating said helplessly, “No wonder Xiao Xue is so worried about your barren social situation since junior high.”
“…” How does her own sister spill everything? Xiang Chuan silently noted this against her sister in her heart.
“Then why not decide after the cooperating school’s classmates come over? What if they’re not satisfied with your plan then? Wouldn’t it be all for nothing?”
This wasn’t Xiang Chuan pouring cold water; such things were all too common in her corporate slave life. Back then, she followed a young and vigorous team cooperating with a certain company on a project—back when they hadn’t been exploited by capital or trapped in 996 or 007 yet, highlighting vigorous energy, drive, and wild ideas. The team’s cadre led everyone to draft the execution plan for this project, considering venue, equipment, labor, cost, and the other company’s situation. Even in her current view, it was a pretty good project draft. But it was rejected at the first joint meeting.
—The reason for rejection was that in the personnel arrangement of the project draft, the arranged person in charge was not the other company’s team leader.
This originally had no direct relation to her eating melons in the back; at the company, Xiang Chuan specialized in obeying arrangements. Whatever the team leader, person in charge, or directors assigned—as long as it wasn’t illegal—she obediently did it. But seeing her team’s energetic young people visibly turning into mediocre, lifeless company employees, she didn’t feel great inside. Fortunately, the cooperation ended due to a corruption scandal erupting inside the other company, sending them a song “Liang Liang”.
Of course, the current high school students’ cooperation activities definitely don’t have so many twists and turns, but having been a eat-and-wait-for-death corporate slave for too long, Xiang Chuan’s corporate slave habits couldn’t be corrected in a short time. She was also worried about these mischievous but harmless kids around her getting entangled in unnecessary troubles, so she couldn’t hold back and blurted out that sentence.
After saying it, she actually regretted it a bit, thinking this might dampen their enthusiasm.
“Why are you worrying blindly?” Ouyang Yating couldn’t hold back and stopped her slicing practice again, looking at her club president, “We are the organizers; the cooperating school anniversary venue is arranged at our school, so they naturally have to follow our arrangements. It’s written in the school anniversary activity arrangements.”
Huh? There’s such a thing? Xiang Chuan blankly opened her terminal, flipping through that long school anniversary activity introduction document, while thinking if her club members had been watching My Own Swordsman too much lately, as their speech already had a bit of Beijing accent flavor.
But since there are hard regulations giving our side the initiative, the rest is easy to handle.
“If that’s the case, isn’t it simple?” Xiang Chuan looked up with a crooked-mouth dragon king style smirk, “Just do a maid coffee shop, right?”
If people from the 21st century heard this, they’d definitely complain: Too two-dimensional.
Wrote the wrong chapter number aaaaaaaah
