As the saying goes, clubs are where school’s rosy life begins. Here, you meet girls from other classes—guys too. Many gather over shared hobbies. I wanted to join, to feel that group vibe. But since coming to this world, my only interests are gaming and anime.

“Hey! Wanna join the basketball club and sweat it out with us?”

I don’t know why, but girls here adore sporty guys. Chasing a tiny ball around—I’ve seen that game back home. But for me? Zero interest. Not that it’s boring. It’s just… too simple.

In elementary school, I could shoot one-handed from my hoop to the opposite one. Everyone called me a monster. Said I ruined the game’s balance. Kicked me out. After that, I avoided sports forever.

“E-sports Club! Join us—fight for honor!”

E-sports? I love games, sure. But I only enjoy single-player visual novels. Hack-and-slash stuff lost its charm. Back in my past life, I’d played too much Dungeons & Dragons and Dragon Quest anyway.

I’d circled the nearby clubs two or three times. Still no fit. Guess I’m just a “Go-Home Club” kind of guy.

“Ugh, why isn’t there a Sleep Club?” x2

Huh? A kindred spirit? A true soulmate!

I turned. The one who’d said that was my deskmate, Xia Bing. What a shock. She’s gorgeous, ace at studies, cooks like a pro—yet she’s stressed over finding a club?

Xia Bing noticed me too. We’d met plenty, but why did she always glare like I was her natural enemy? Baffling.

“Xia Bing, haven’t you found a club that fits?”

“Yeah. School clubs are few. Most don’t suit me.”

A beauty like her should be swarmed by recruiters. Logically, clubs would beg her to join. Unless her interests really didn’t match.

“How about basketball? Our girls’ team’s solid.”

“But I don’t like sports.”

Clearly, a fair-skinned girl like her wouldn’t sweat under the sun daily.

“Anime club, then? With your looks, you’d ace cosplay.”

“But I don’t like anime.”

“Oh! Light Music Club must suit you.”

“I’m tone-deaf, actually.”

“Cooking club? You cook amazing food—you’d get in easy.”

“I’m good at cooking, but I hate researching piles of raw ingredients.”

…

What the heck? How does she have zero hobbies? Can’t she be normal?

“So what *are* your hobbies? Tell me. Maybe I can help.”

“Sleeping… impossible.”

Xia Bing blushed, looking away. Stop pretending. I know you love napping. It’s not shameful—I’m the same. Laziness becomes habit.

“Don’t misunderstand! My hobby isn’t sleeping! It’s not! I said no—why stare?!”

Nothing. Just waiting for your next act.

“Fine! My hobby *is* sleeping! Happy now?” Xia Bing glared, face crimson. That look could spark rumors. I don’t judge—why act like a broken pot?

I chuckled, waving. “I’m also mad there’s no ‘Sleep Club.’ This school’s inhumane.”

“Yeah. Let’s apply to start one?” Xia Bing perked up instantly. Whoa! The school’d never allow such a weird club. Like that time in middle school—I naively tried starting a “Magic Research Club.”

“Heh… if it gets approved, I’ll join. You handle the application.”

“Oh! Isn’t Cute Teacher your aunt? She could be our advisor!”

Are you kidding? Others might hesitate, but my aunt—that flaky newbie teacher—would 100% agree. But club performance? Would we nap in front of the principal?

“Impossible. Cute Teacher’s new. Even if we apply, the dean must approve. With zero activities, we can’t show results by semester’s end.”

(I’d made that up to crush her Sleep Club dream. If it formed, it’d cause chaos.)

“Really? Such a pity. If only we could skip clubs…”

“Impossible. Nalanmude Middle School requires club membership. No choice.”

“Oh? Not necessarily!”

Aunt? No—Cute Teacher. Where’d she pop from?

“Heh, starting a club’s easy. I’ll pull strings. Just pick a nice, low-key name—no one will notice.”

“Really? Thanks, Cute Teacher!”

“Seriously, call me Teacher Wan!”

“It’s just more affectionate this way!”

“Oh? Well… I’ll allow it privately. Don’t tell others—I’d be embarrassed.”

Sure enough, these two together meant trouble. But a lazy club like this? Not bad.

“Wait, Cute Teacher—even if we start it, what about semester-end activities?”

“That’s your problem. The budget’s small; the school won’t care.”

So she’d ignore it? I’d heard of ghost members, but a ghost club? New one.

“Done! We’ll start the Classical Literature Research Club! Focused on classics! Qiuyuchen is president!”

“What? Me? Wait—you founded it! Why me?!”

(Forget the overused anime-style name. If we flop by semester’s end, the club gets scrapped next term.)

“Hehe. This way, I won’t take the blame.”

Her insides really *were* the opposite of her looks. A devious little bunny? Fitting nickname.

Club president sounded fun. A pastime to kill boredom. Not bad.

“Ugh, fine—I’ll be president. But new clubs need four members. Just us two? Minus me as president and you as vice-president, we need two more. Where to find them?”

(If Shen Yufeng joined his dream club, he might agree to be a ghost member…)

“Nope! I’m joining guitar club. Can’t help.”

Ghost member—not daily sign-ins. Can’t spare this tiny favor?

“Xia Bing, persuade him. This bull-headed guy won’t listen to me.”

“What? Xia Bing’s joining your club? If she’s in, I’ll join too.”

“Wow! When did you, Master Shen, get so reasonable? Thanks—but we don’t need you. With beauty Xia Bing as mascot, members will flock.”

I leaned in, whispering, “Aren’t you scared of ‘annoying flies’ swarming Xia Bing?”

“Bro, please. Without me, you two can’t even play Fight the Landlord. You’d die of boredom. I, Shen Yufeng, join your club.”

So the “Eat-and-Wait-to-Die Club” needed just one more member.