Chapter 40: Behind The Club’s Establishment
After experiencing the Chinese Language Class that felt like a Political Science Class, Xiang Chuan prepared to face Mathematics Class with a face death mindset. The reason she had no connection with prestigious universities at the 211 or 985 level in her previous life was because she failed at mathematics.
Xiang Chuan opened the teaching page on the terminal, entered the mathematics program, stared at the screen for a full ten seconds, then turned her head and whispered to Liang Gong: “Liang Gong classmate, is our mathematics… high school mathematics all at this difficulty?”
“Hmm? Yeah… oh, you mean the difficulty, right?” Liang Gong glanced at the podium. The teacher hadn’t noticed this side, but just in case, he lowered his voice even more: “The mathematics difficulty for required subjects in high school and university is all in line with the students’ average level, and mathematics values the numerical result rather than the process… If you want to study it more deeply, you can join the mathematics club or the university’s mathematics major. I heard that the joint group of mathematics majors from universities in each fleet is about to start tackling the seven major ancient mathematics problems…”
Seeing the topic about to drag on, Xiang Chuan quickly stopped it: “Alright, alright, just tell me up to here. I have no intention of researching mathematics.”
Looking at the course content on the screen that seemed like junior high school mathematics problems, and recalling the previous Chinese Language Class that had chattered on similarly to a Political Science Class, Xiang Chuan really couldn’t evaluate the difficulty of modern subjects for a moment.
She opened the edge window to check the course schedule. The semester course schedule had already been updated to the students’ teaching programs. The course distribution was quite scattered. Compared to the 21st century, there was no English (because language was unified, the concept of “foreign language” no longer existed), no politics (because Chinese Language Classes were basically all learning politics), no physical education (because the entire afternoon was club activities). The others like Chinese Language, mathematics, history, physics were still very solid, but the most confusing was the “agriculture” course on Friday… This shouldn’t be making them farm, right? Xiang Chuan thought with embarrassment.
Based on yesterday’s experience, History Class was probably learning things from the Tianyuan Era. She, as an “ancient person,” couldn’t muddle through with her own experiences and could only attend class honestly. As for Physics… she didn’t know much about it. They were already in the universe, and street game facilities could simulate zero-gravity environment and space-operated mecha environments, so what was the use of Physics Class? She checked the course schedule carefully and found that the last class in the morning was Physics Class, so she was slightly expecting something new.
When the bell for the end of the third class rang, the three people in the Principal’s Office closed the audit record document while swallowing hard and looking shocked.
“These two children, um, are very good…”
The Principal wiped his mouth with his hand. He had just seen Director Ma Chuanhua sitting at the dining table, enjoying with a face full of enjoyment the food made from an ancient recipe, and he couldn’t control his saliva. Now, the small mustache at the corner of his mouth was somewhat sticky.
“Especially this child from the Xiang Family. No wonder she could capture an entire class of classmates with food on the first day…” She could even make them have the courage to eat in front of the whole school. The Principal silently added in his heart. He still felt quite embarrassed about this, as he had thin skin and could only think about it in his heart, not convenient to say it out loud.
“Yeah, she brought that white food today and shared it with her classmates too.”
Zhu Bingwen was in better condition than the two, but even so, he was swallowing hard.
“Oh, since that’s the case, why not bring some along for us to taste… cough cough, why not bring it over together for us to verify her manufacturing results?”
The Principal accidentally voiced his inner thoughts. To be honest, he had intended to taste it yesterday, but after being embarrassed and learning that the white food had already been distributed, he temporarily gave up. But after just seeing the detailed manufacturing process and Director Ma’s tasting screen full of enjoyment, his appetite was hooked again.
“Hahaha, you’re really joking. I haven’t even tasted the things my own student made yet.”
Zhu Bingwen replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. This was indeed true, because as soon as he got the application, he rushed to the Principal’s Office and happened to miss Xiang Chuan distributing buns during the class break.
“Uh, Teacher Zhu, don’t be angry…” The Principal soothed, then smiled slightly: “In the future, as long as there’s a chance, we can eat the things this child makes anytime.”
As he spoke, the Principal placed his palm on the light screen displaying the application. After a scan, the light screen gave the prompt sound [Beep—authentication complete, final confirmation performed]. Thus, after nearly 10,000 years, two new clubs were added to the university in the Thirteenth Fleet.
The message of authentication confirmation quickly spread through the campus teaching terminals to the Student Union’s terminal. For a moment, the Student Union members in Second Year High School and Third Year High School who received this message couldn’t care about class and were so startled they jumped up from their seats.
New clubs?!
Established by First Year High School juniors?!
Audit completed in less than a day?!
Not only were the Second Year High School and Third Year High School Student Union members stunned, even the new students in First Year High School who were still choosing clubs were stunned: How did two new clubs suddenly appear? Ancient Gourmet Club? Performance Club? What things are these?
For a moment, buzzing discussion voices came from classes in the entire teaching building.
Class Eight Grade One, who had finished eating buns and were focusing on class, was the last to receive the message until the end of class. Chou Manman jumped up excitedly, hugged Xiang Chuan and spun around. Xiang Chuan, while being shaken until dizzy, didn’t forget to say to the classmates around her, “For the sake of being classmates, do you want to join our club? Not to mention anything else, buns and juice are unlimited!” She really convinced quite a few people. It wasn’t until Student Union members came to find them that the two calmed down.
In order to go to the Club Building for initial preparation work, the two lone seedlings of the new clubs had to skip the following History Class and Physics Class, starting the tedious initial preparation work for club establishment, striving to attract some same-grade students to join or even higher-grade students to switch over this afternoon.
After watching the two leave with the Student Union, the class erupted in chatter again. Some students were firm about their target clubs but coveted the food from the Ancient Gourmet Club, some students were thinking whether to join to learn new recipes to improve meals at home, and the rest like Ouyang Yating and Liang Gong remained unmoved. The two looked at Xiang Chuan’s seat, not knowing what they were thinking…
After Zhu Bingwen left the Principal’s Office to prepare for his own class’s History Class, the Vice Principal also excused herself early to guide the Student Union in making arrangements, as she also held the position of Student Union advisor.
After seeing the two off, the Principal opened his own terminal. After scanning his left hand on the screen, the light screen switched to a clean page. The screen showed sixteen windows. Normally, most of these windows would be grayed out, but today, as he thought, all sixteen people were present.
[Sure enough, it’s here. I knew he would come in right after receiving the application.]
The young man in the upper left corner laughed.
“Yo ho, all waiting for me huh.” The Principal laughed, relaxed and leaned back in his chair looking at everyone. “Coming so neatly, you wouldn’t have received Old Ma’s message early, right?”
[Not early, just half an hour earlier than you.]
[This kid hid it really well, encountering the key person first and only telling us after hiding it for most of the day.]
[Just coincidence.]
In the lower left of the screen, an elegant young man smiled gracefully. This person was Ma Chuanhua, the Director of the Education Bureau who visited the Xiang Family yesterday.
[Coincidence? I don’t think so. Last time we just received Yue Xiang’s yam-related application, and in less than a week, you connected with the Xiang Family people. This is planning to get there first, right?]
The woman in the center left of the screen complained harshly. If Xiang Weiguo were here, he would certainly recognize her as the Director of the Third Fleet’s Food Bureau.
[However, by a fortunate coincidence, we finally gathered all the fragments.] In the center of the screen, an elder with great authority spoke, and everyone fell silent upon seeing the elder speak.
The elder looked at the two Club Establishment Applications and the food type change application in front of him, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said:
[The seeds have been planted in the soil. We must nurture their growth and, before others notice, cultivate them into unshakable towering trees that no one can shake.]
