"What do you think this is?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, frowning deeply, and pointed to a form on the desk.

Nan Dongye didn’t hesitate. "It says ‘Club Application Form’ right there."

I couldn’t help rolling my eyes. "Still so innocent and naive. Just like the ditzy heroine in your shoujo manga, full-on mode."

Nan Dongye’s face flushed instantly. "H-h-how did you even read my—"

She suddenly covered her mouth, glancing around. Seeing Xu Xian and the others were completely focused on the application form, she relaxed and muttered quietly, "Well, it is! The title’s right there. Can’t you read it yourself?"

"Wrong!" Yan Qing adjusted his glasses, stroking his chin. "Jiang Lan’s question boils down to three points: what, why, and what the other party wants. You only answered the first—the most trivial and obvious one."

Nan Dongye pouted, her pen tracing a graceful arc. "This isn’t even a question! The Student Council President handed it to you personally. She clearly wants you to join!"

True enough. After Evergreen Academy’s distinctive bell rang, Xu Lingzhu said nothing. She just slipped a neatly folded paper into my hand, smiled brightly, and left. To onlookers, it looked like the reigning Evergreen Goddess passing a love letter to her successor—ambiguous and intimate. Yet her actions and the paper’s content were utterly baffling.

Though Yan Qing’s pose reminded me of Detective Conan, he grasped my meaning. But his answer was still vague. I ignored Nan Dongye—who didn’t want to be seen as an idiot but truly was one—and glanced at Jia Baoyu.

Nan Dongye gripped her pen tightly, flustered. "Don’t ignore me!"

"The president’s dazzling golden hair blinds me in the sunlight. A prodigy with little sister vibes. If only beneath that cool exterior beat a tsundere heart… Perfect. I wish I were that tennis ball she crushes at will, or the racket rubbing against her sweat-drenched arms…"

This guy was beyond saving. I kicked off, sending Jia Baoyu—grinning with masochistic delight—back to his seat, cutting off his monologue. His masochistic tendencies were legendary. In some ways, even more twisted than mine.

"Completely unhelpful. Next!"

Xu Xian leaned casually against the windowsill, seemingly watching the basketball court. But I knew he was listening—and enjoying it. After a moment, he suppressed a smile. "Dongye’s right. She clearly wants you to join this… uh, bizarre club."

I held my head, groaning. "A bunch of useless idiots. Not a single one of you is any help!"

Xu Xian winked exaggeratedly. "Why overthink it? You lost anyway, and you don’t have a club. Just give in to her!"

"It was you who lost! I never agreed to her demands—not even tennis. Besides, Xu Lingzhu’s the Student Council President. I’ve never heard of her joining other clubs. This should be a Student Council application. Doesn’t that seem weird?"

The club name on the form was just a single "G"—meaningless and beyond bizarre.

"It is strange. She didn’t say anything—I thought it was a love letter. Totally unlike her straightforward style. Kind of disappointing." Xu Xian squinted at the neat paper.

Yan Qing had a sudden idea. "That’s even better! No one’s heard of this club. It might just be you and the president. Talk about having the advantage of proximity!"

"Not good at all!"

Nan Dongye, ignored for what felt like ten thousand years, slammed the table hard. It made us four dizzy for a second—just one second—before we ignored her again, spectacularly.

I pushed the paper straight to Yan Qing. "Since you like it so much, it’s yours."

"Huh? Really?" The eager look on Yan Qing’s face seemed genuine. Had the president’s charm really bridged dimensions and made him overlook flat chests?

"I suggest you think carefully. That woman is dangerous. Honestly, I never expected such weird behavior. Friendly warning: if this ‘G Club’ exists and Xu Lingzhu’s in it, forget the activities—you’ll face not just her, but her fanatical fans too. Might end up close to the water tower only to be fed to the fish."

Xu Xian left with those words, disinterested. He had zero interest in mysterious clubs. After PE, the epic twist he’d imagined did happen—but no romance or gunpowder. Just weirdness everywhere. Utterly boring.

Finally, someone hit the nail on the head. That woman is dangerous. If she knew our first meeting was in the girls’ bathroom, that’d be worse. But judging by the president’s expression, had she already recognized me?

Anyway, Xu Xian’s words made the self-aware masochist and Yan Qing back off. Being close to the water tower is one thing, but getting too close to the sun burns you to ashes.

The application became a hot potato again, pushed back to me.

"If it’s really bothering you, just refuse. Do you actually like her?" Nan Dongye flipped through a magazine silently, her eyes occasionally glancing over.

"Like her? A wet-behind-the-ears little girl? Don’t be ridiculous! My only hope is she doesn’t know who I am. Besides, this mess is your fault, Class Rep. Can’t you give constructive advice?"

"W-well, yeah. Xu Lingzhu’s only seventeen, same age as Xiaoyu. She’s still a kid." Nan Dongye muttered to herself, then snapped, "I’ve been giving advice all along! You just never listen!"

Aren’t you a kid too? I gave Nan Dongye a weird look, comparing her chest to Xu Lingzhu’s—worlds apart. Well, at least in that department, she’s not a kid.

I sat up straight, looking seriously at the Class Rep. "Fine. Tell me how to handle this ‘no refusal allowed’ application."

The next second, I was stunned. Nan Dongye snatched the A4 paper, crumpled it without hesitation, and threw it out the window without looking back. She clapped her hands. "Solved!"

Well done… Did she think I’d say that? Ignoring the most authoritative student’s invitation. Worst of all, we just met yesterday in the girls’ bathroom. Now, whether Xu Lingzhu knows the truth or not, I’m as good as dead…

In that moment, Nan Dongye—the ever goody-two-shoes—radiated dominance. But I was on the verge of tears, Jiang Xiaoyu’s haunting words echoing in my mind:

"In this world, idiots are a real species."