Senior Sister, Shut Up!

After delivering the bubble tea to the debate team’s recruitment classroom, Jiang Miao completed his task, said goodbye to Senior Sister, and prepared to leave.

Su Huaizhou looked at the straw in Junior Brother’s mouth and blinked with complicated emotions, feeling too embarrassed to call him back to stay.

Thus, Jiang Miao finally escaped Senior Sister’s clutches and walked out of the side gate of the Department of Accounting building.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw Xun Liang and his aloof girlfriend in front.

Just as he was about to say hello, he saw Xun Liang hug his girlfriend’s slender waist and walk into the groove, making him immediately shut his mouth and return to his dorm room with a bitter expression.

How unlucky. Jiang Miao grumbled while sipping the bubble tea that seemed sweeter than usual.

This bastard’s progress is too fast. He’s already reached the stage of late-night trysts in the grove.

Are college students’ relationships so open these days?

Jiang Miao shook his head and sighed. In the end, he threw these thoughts aside and prepared to return to his dorm room to continue writing.

Just look at Xun Liang. He still had to spend time doing bad things in the middle of the night instead of something productive.

With this time, wouldn’t it be better to write a few more chapters?

No, I shouldn’t bear this suffering alone. I have to share it with my dear readers.

So, an hour and a half later, in Room 412 of Building 31, Jiang Miao uploaded the latest chapter to the author’s dashboard. After scheduling the chapter’s release time, he wrote in the author’s message:

[Author’s Note]: Today, during the association recruitment event, my roommate took his girlfriend of less than one week to the grove, while I’m still working hard to write here. This sacrifice is surely worth a recommendation vote, right?

Too miserable.

Jiang Miao looked at these few lines of text and teared up. Presumably, any upstanding person would be moved to tears and willingly vote for him.

As he was thinking this, Wang Xin and Xun Liang returned.

Looking at Xun Liang’s high-spirited appearance, Jiang Miao didn’t want to be nice to him. He just wanted to throw this walking Dog Food into the Qiantang River.

“The results of the debate team interviews are out. Did you receive a text message?” Wang Xin walked into the room and tidied up the shoe cabinet before turning to Jiang Miao.

Jiang Miao, who was still proud of cranking out an extra chapter tonight, was stunned. He quickly took out his phone and checked.

Sure enough, a text message had come a few minutes ago.

With nervousness, Jiang Miao opened the message.

When he saw the content, he almost vomited blood.

[Text Notification]: Hello, student. Congratulations on passing the interview for the Department of Accounting’s debate team tonight. Please arrive at Class 215 in the department’s building at six o’clock tomorrow night. There will be team assignments for the first-year debate competition. If you cannot attend, please contact Vice-Captain Senior Sister Qi Lianyue to explain your situation in advance. (Senior Sister’s WeChat: xxxxxxx)

“You passed?” Wang Xin walked over to take a look and patted his shoulder. “Grats. Maybe we’ll be teammates.”

“Heh, hehe…” Jiang Miao wasn’t happy at all, feeling that it was rigged!

Recalling that Su Huaizhou was roommates with Qi Lianyue, vice-captain of the debate team, Jiang Miao felt he might have figured out the truth.

So he immediately copied Senior Sister Qi’s WeChat number and sent her a friend request.

It seemed Qi Lianyue was on her phone because she quickly accepted the friend request.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Senior Sister Qi, I’m Jiang Miao.

[Yuelian in the Mist]: Oh, it’s you?

[Yuelian in the Mist]: What’s the matter? You can’t make it to the debate team tomorrow night?

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: No, it’s not that. I just wanted to ask something. I felt that my performance in the interview today was very ordinary. Why did I pass? Did Senior Sister Su say something?

[Yuelian in the Mist]: You’re overthinking it. There are very few new students who are interested in debate. The highest number of applicants we’ve had for the first-year competition in a year is 78, but only 43 people signed up this year.

[Yuelian in the Mist]: So the interview for the first-year competition has always just been a formality. As long as you show up to sign up for the competition, you’ll pass the interview.

Jiang Miao: “…”

Is this fucking reasonable?

The other associations are bustling, but the debate team is this shabby?

Do you really take in anyone?

[Yuelian in the Mist]: For people who haven’t had much exposure to debate before, it’s already difficult for them to formulate arguments and debate.

[Yuelian in the Mist]: And this is only the first-year competition, not the debate team’s recruitment. Essentially, the first-year debate competition is part of the debate team’s recruitment process.

[Yuelian in the Mist]: If you make it to the finals of the first-year competition, the team members can apply directly to join the debate team.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: … I see.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Thank you, Senior Sister Qi. Sorry to disturb you.

[Yuelian in the Mist]: No problem. Remember to be on time tomorrow night.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Sure.

Jiang Miao put down his phone and sighed.

But then again, Senior Sister Qi was usually quite normal, and the replies were very formal. It was difficult to imagine that this appearance was the same as the proud woman in the stairwell.

Sure enough, girls only show their true colors in front of the boys they like?

With this thought in mind, Jiang Miao couldn’t help thinking about Senior Sister.

She seems to fit this standard… but perhaps I’m overthinking. My conclusion doesn’t seem universal.

If Senior Sister liked him, he would rather believe that all readers would subscribe to the official version.

Clearly, that was impossible.

Just then, a new message came on WeChat.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Congratulations, you’ve made it into the debate competition~

What’s there to congratulate? Jiang Miao wasn’t happy at all.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Senior Sister, what’s the format of the debate competition? I can’t handle it if it’s too demanding.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Don’t worry. It won’t be too tiring.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: There are a total of eight teams in this first-year competition, with 5 or 6 people in each team, divided into two halves.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: The four teams in each half will take turns to compete. Each team will have three matches, and then the top two teams from each half will advance to the semifinals.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: The top team from one half will compete against the second team in the other half, and the winning team will advance to the finals. The whole process takes about a month, and a team only has five matches at most.

In that case, it didn’t seem too tough.

Jiang Miao held his chin and pondered.

If his team wasn’t very strong, they might get eliminated after three matches.

And since there were five or six people in each team, he might not need to participate in every match.

He might only need to appear in one or two matches in the entire first-year competition.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Have you ever debated before? I can give you some special treatment.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: Senior Sister, you also know how to debate?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: I know a bit.

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: If I have enough boba, I can teach you everything I know.

[Miaomiao is Deep in Thought]: … So the boba is the main point, right?

[Zhouzhou Loves Congee]: Didn’t I say it before? Girls are very good at keeping track of accounts.

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