The next noon, in the e-sports club’s activity room, Wu De blurted out when he saw Jiang Xuehan again: “Kawaii!”

Jiang Xuehan scratched her head slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed. “It’s fine. I just changed into something cooler.”

“No, no—you’re seriously cute like this. Like those little sister types straight out of anime.”

“Little sister type?”

“Yeah. Super soft and adorable. Makes you wanna protect her.”

Suddenly, someone teased from the crowd: “President, you really like freshman Jiang, huh? Why not confess right now?”

“Shut up! Don’t joke like that in front of a girl!” Wu De snapped sternly, but one eye secretly watched her reaction.

Jiang Xuehan acted like she hadn’t heard. “President, lunch break’s almost here. Shouldn’t we head to the booth?”

“Uh… let’s go.”

Club recruitment felt like street vending to Jiang Xuehan. The student union gave each club a tiny patch of space. How they set it up was their own business.

These patches pressed tight together, like street vendors on a crowded lane. Clubs had to pull tricks to grab freshmen’s attention.

The e-sports booth was average: a table, chairs, a big poster. One member handled sign-ups. Others roamed nearby, shoving flyers at passersby. If someone showed interest, they’d pitch hard.

Other clubs did the same. The campus path turned into a chaotic market, packed shoulder to shoulder, buzzing with energy.

Jiang Xuehan had done this before. Back at the restaurant, idle workers got sent to hand out flyers—making use of spare hands.

Handing flyers wasn’t tiring. Just needed thick skin: shove them at everyone, finish fast.

Li Xinglan’s styling worked wonders. Jiang Xuehan smoothly drew boys who stopped to ask about the club. Her high-EQ charm tricked them into leaving details at the booth.

Each time, she’d secretly flash a number at Wu De with her fingers. He’d always nod back.

During breaks, Jiang Xuehan browsed nearby booths. She scanned the crowd—campus had plenty of pretty girls, some as stunning as her.

Beauty’s subjective, though. Some like curvy figures; others prefer petite waists. Some love tall girls; others adore short, cute ones.

Jiang Xuehan’s petite, gentle, cute type had its market with certain guys.

She wasn’t a jaw-dropping campus idol, but many guys felt instant warmth seeing her. That warmth could grow into real affection.

Wu De was a perfect example.

While handing flyers elsewhere, his eyes kept darting to Jiang Xuehan. They lingered on her slender legs under those shorts. He secretly swallowed.

*I really wanna lick them till they snap…*

Jiang Xuehan, having lived 18 years as a guy, saw right through him. She just played dumb.

Her goal was simple: win tournament prizes via the club. Use that cash to launch her streaming career—and her revenge plan.

Wu De couldn’t help with that. Surface-level friendship was enough.

As she wandered, shoving flyers, a loud argument erupted behind her. Right at the e-sports booth.

Club members clashed with strangers wearing red armbands. Their tone was arrogant. “Who allowed you here? Pack up and leave. Now!”

Wu De’s neck flushed crimson. Bloodshot eyes glared. “Wang Peng! Our booth was approved by the student union! We have the stamped document. What’s your authority?”

Wang Peng pushed his glasses, smirking coldly. “That document’s from last semester. Didn’t you get notified it’s void now?”

“What?!”

Wang Peng snatched a new paper from a follower. “Wu De, read this. Campus security’s latest order! Director Qin says your ‘e-sports club’ is just gaming—wasting students’ youth. He pushed to cancel your recruitment rights. The student union agreed. Stamped it.”

Wu De took the paper, hands trembling. “You’re lying! Why wasn’t I told?”

“Decided yesterday. I’m telling you today.” Wang Peng pushed his glasses again, sneering. “I’m the student union’s organization head. I run recruitment. Would I lie? Or do you wanna check with them yourself?”

“You… I… I don’t believe it.”

Wu De knew it was true. The organization head wouldn’t lie publicly.

But he’d poured his heart into this: posters designed overnight, over a thousand flyers printed. It wasn’t just money—it was his dream.

He shoved the paper back roughly. “I don’t believe it! This spot was promised to us. We’re not leaving! No matter what?”

Wang Peng’s face turned icy. “Wu De, refusing a kind offer? Should I call security to smash your booth and kick you out? We’re alumni—don’t make it ugly. Besides, your club won’t exist next month. What’s recruiting for?”

“You… you…”

Wu De’s chest heaved like a raging bull, ready to tear Wang Peng apart.

Wang Peng stayed calm, hands in pockets. He wasn’t alone—followers flanked him. A fight meant the e-sports club would lose, and look guilty. The union would disband them for sure.

Just as Wu De snapped, a small hand tugged his sleeve. A soft voice whispered: “President, don’t act rashly. If you fight now, the club’s truly finished.”

Wu De turned. He met Jiang Xuehan’s clear, gem-like eyes. His anger cooled. Shoulders slumped. He looked helpless. “But… Xiao Han… what do I do?”

Jiang Xuehan couldn’t answer. Calmly, she took the document from Wang Peng. After skimming it, she looked up. “Minister Wang Peng, right? This cancels recruitment rights—but no effective date’s specified. Until the new one kicks in, the old one should still hold, right?”

Wang Peng glared down. “My presence means immediate effect. And you—a good girl—should study hard. Not hang with these gaming addicts. I pity you.”

Wu De nearly lunged again. Friends held him back.

Jiang Xuehan didn’t flinch. She gave a light laugh, handing back the paper. “Minister Wang, it doesn’t say your arrival triggers immediate effect. Look at this crowd. Moving now could cause chaos. As head of recruitment, you wouldn’t want trouble, right?”

Wang Peng narrowed his eyes. “Oh? So you’re defying orders? I’ll call security—”

“Wait, Minister Wang. We’re not refusing to leave. We obey the student union. But with this crowd, could we leave after recruitment ends? That follows orders and avoids chaos.”

Her polite, firm words made Wang Peng pause. He felt a flicker of respect.

But he was here on someone’s orders. He wouldn’t back down easily. “No. Orders are orders. Must be immediate. If every club delays, how do we work?”

It seemed hopeless. The tiny e-sports club couldn’t fight the student union.

But Jiang Xuehan had promised Wu De ten yuan per recruit. She wouldn’t give up.

Her mind raced. An idea sparked. “Minister Wang—you think gaming wastes study time, right?”

Wang Peng pushed his glasses, arrogant. “Obviously! Time’s limited. Gaming wastes youth. Our school’s too lax. College kids gaming in dorms? Brain-damaging behavior. Unforgivable!”

“Brain-damaging?” Jiang Xuehan’s face stayed neutral, but she sneered inside. “So you never game. Must mean you’re super smart, huh?”

A follower jumped in: “More than smart! Minister’s IQ is 170. He won Eastern Sea City’s college intellect contest last year. A genius at our uni. Impressive, right?”

Jiang Xuehan’s lips curled. She raised her right hand, pointing boldly at Wang Peng. “Then—I challenge your IQ!”