Xiao Yi’an was even wearing a set of Hanfu, looking every bit like a traditional scholar or a poet.
He wasn’t wearing his glasses, either.
What was most unsettling was the gentle, gentlemanly smile currently gracing the guy’s face.
To be honest, Ye Qingchang felt like she was looking at Xu Nian.
But Xu Nian didn’t have this much of an impact on her. This was like a sheep coming over to tell you that it had eaten cumin lamb for lunch.
‘Seriously, what on earth is this idiot doing?’
Ye Qingchang had heard that symptoms like this could be a sign of depression turning into bipolar disorder.
Furthermore, while this guy was chatting and laughing with his juniors, he was showing them the club registration forms and teaching them how to join the club on their phones.
‘Why does it look like he’s recruiting?’
No, he *was* recruiting, wasn’t he?
How could Xiao Yi’an possibly come out to recruit people?
Ye Qingchang stood there dazed, watching the new students who had even formed a line beside him.
It was actually a bit terrifying. Previously, Xiao Yi’an had only made her feel awkward, but now, he was genuinely giving her the creeps.
She even began to wonder if Xiao Yi’an had been possessed by some kind of ghost or spirit.
He was still a bit far from being a god, but he was already a long way from being human.
“President Ye.”
Perhaps her movement of stepping back was too obvious, because she was noticed by the busy Xiao Yi’an. He even waved at her enthusiastically.
That same soft smile made Ye Qingchang feel like she had seen a ghost.
Naturally, the other freshmen also noticed the president of the Literature Club. Then, they looked back at Xiao Yi’an in front of them.
Just two minutes ago, Ye Qingchang had thought it was her stunning beauty that had attracted a crowd of freshmen who had caught her scent.
It seemed she had been a bit self-indulgent.
But since she had been seen, and Xiao Yi’an was currently waving at her, she had no choice but to go over.
Coincidentally, there was an empty seat next to Xiao Yi’an, seemingly reserved for her.
Ye Qingchang sat in that seat, watching Xiao Yi’an as he busied himself.
She didn’t even know what he was so busy with.
However, since she was already sitting here, she couldn’t just do nothing. So, she began to watch Xiao Yi’an and tried to learn from him.
Xiao Yi’an seemed to have prepared a lot of small props.
There was also a lucky draw box nearby.
It seemed that after passing a test, one would get a chance to draw something from the box.
Additionally, there was a phone stand nearby, which seemed to be…
“Are you livestreaming?”
“Yes. I have a bit of a reputation from writing books, so I promised to start a livestream here to do my best for promotion. The event organizers also gave me a more prominent position and space compared to other clubs, and some freshmen are coming here specifically because they saw the local livestream.” Xiao Yi’an was still busy, but he still found time to answer Ye Qingchang.
Ye Qingchang finally understood. This guy was using mini-games as a test.
For example, matching the first and second halves of ancient poems, or matching works with their authors. He had turned it into a live version of a matching game using physical props.
And among them, there were indeed those who chose to join the Literature Club.
“Man, just how many people have you recruited?”
“Ten or so.”
As Xiao Yi’an spoke, he turned back to glance at Ye Qingchang. “Are you busy right now? If not, could you help me distribute these prizes to the corresponding people?”
Then, he added, “First prize is sunglasses, second prize is a drink, and third prize is stickers. There’s also a special prize. The special prize is in that box by your feet.”
Ye Qingchang looked down and her eyes instantly widened. “Didn’t I sell this to you? This thing is expensive.”
“Oh, it was you? I was wondering who would be so clueless about its value,” Xiao Yi’an shrugged. “I don’t like to drink, and you don’t drink. Leaving this in the Literature Club is useless; it’s just a decoration at most. Besides, a lucky draw needs a gimmick.”
Ye Qingchang stared at Xiao Yi’an.
She had a feeling that there might not actually be a so-called special prize inside that large lucky draw box.
But before she could think further, someone already came to claim a prize, so Ye Qingchang got busy as well.
Xiao Yi’an seemed to suit this outfit very well, especially the innate sense of world-weariness in his eyes that was usually hidden.
It really did carry a heavy sense of literature.
“What is with this getup of yours?” Ye Qingchang felt that Xiao Yi’an had been doing a bit too many eye-catching things lately.
“I obviously have to dress up in a striking way to recruit people. Otherwise, what do I have to compete with other clubs? The sour, stinking words in books?”
“I think you should be a bit more careful when you speak. After all, you’re currently recruiting.”
“It’s fine. I promised them that I won’t hold any mandatory club activities. Even if there are activities, they just involve finding a book to read in the club room, just like the two of us used to do.” As Xiao Yi’an spoke, he nodded with a smile toward a junior girl in front of him.
Ye Qingchang also noticed that Xiao Yi’an alone seemed more eye-catching than the flamboyant display of the Animation Club next door.
It was mostly because Xiao Yi’an’s outfit was simply too perfect for him.
It was as if it were custom-made.
“Where did your previous gloomy and damp persona go? Are you really possessed by a ghost?”
“I had my aunt dress me up before I left.” Xiao Yi’an looked back at Ye Qingchang, his eyes filled with seriousness and a hint of fatigue. “Contact lenses are quite useful, but it always feels like they’re going to poke my eyes out and blind me.”
Ye Qingchang had never used contact lenses, so she just shrugged.
There seemed to be a brief lull in the crowd, so Ye Qingchang looked at the line that was still vaguely forming. “Seriously, does this really not affect the order of things?”
She saw that other clubs seemed to have quieted down a lot because of their side.
“This kind of thing does affect the order, and the line would usually be broken up by the Student Council members managing the event,” Xiao Yi’an nodded with quite a bit of certainty.
“So there’s nothing that can be done about the current situation?”
“No.” He shook his head again and pulled a Student Council work badge out from his clothes. “The friend who plays basketball is in charge of the order in this area. I told him to go back and sleep; the order here is under my control now.”
“You’re quite the official.” The confusion in Ye Qingchang’s eyes deepened. “And about your livestream—are you saying those gloomy little writings of yours are very famous?”
“It’s just that the parts I showed you were relatively gloomy. At the time, I wanted you to be able to read a faint feeling of love and admiration from them. They were sort of like emotionally repressed articles with you as the fantasy.”
When this sentence popped out during their casual chat, the movements of the freshmen participating in the activity nearby seemed to pause for a moment.
“Seriously, could you avoid saying things like that in front of people in the future?”
“Alright, I know I was wrong.”