The school forum was tied to student IDs—practically real-name. The moment Bai Ningning opened it, a private admin message popped up.

[Club Section Admin]: Dear student “Bai Ningning,” your club “Tea Art Club” has been officially disbanded per regulations. All club points from last semester are reset to zero. Please make up the missing credits ASAP and join a new club soon.

“Got it, got it. Working on it, working on it.”

Bai Ningning puffed out her cheeks. “Don’t rush me. I’m already doing my best to help the underclassmen.”

As long as she wasn’t talking face-to-face, her words came out just fine.

With the semester just starting and clubs not yet active, forum chatter centered on two groups:

The Tea Art Club. The 2D Club.

One just buried. The other freshly born.

[So the Tea Art Club got wiped out. Anyone know why?]

[What’s to know? They taught *real* tea art—you know, the girl kind.]

[The “I only feel sorry for older brothers” kind?]

Yep. Not just brothers—older sisters too. Too bad the original owner learned it all. I never did.

Bai Ningning sighed, memories of her reincarnated life flashing by.

*I felt for the older sisters… and they doted on me.*

*Way too much.*

Scrolling further, she found threads about herself.

[I recall our campus beauty was in the Tea Art Club—the one who topped both rankings.]

[Third on the Moe-Loli Ranking?]

[Only checking the Moe-Loli Ranking? Sketchy.]

[The one with a middle-schooler’s face but an adult’s figure?]

[Yeah! The one with the biggest… in the whole academy.]

Bai Ningning’s youthful cheeks flushed.

*Being caught learning “tea art”… so embarrassing. Brace for backlash.*

[She learned tea art? Who could resist that?]

[Even without it, no one could resist her.]

[Honestly? True.]

Wow. Zero criticism. Pure praise.

*Stop reading,* she warned herself. *What if I get too full of myself?*

Even the new lingerie from the underclassmen would feel too tight.

She scrolled past Tea Art Club threads into the 2D section—

Actually, the *new* 2D Club discussion zone.

[Huge move! Multiple clubs merging—aiming to be Xicheng University’s top club?]

[Not voluntary. A merger. Those back-end clubs were too weak.]

[I get Otaku Dance Club being small, but why merge the Anime Club too? And rank it so low?]

[Heard they were lazy—no sign-ins, no activities, clinging to old habits.]

[Yeah… a club just coasting had no reason to exist anymore.]

[True. Maybe the merger sparks new glory.]

*No reason to exist anymore?*

Bai Ningning tucked her phone away, tilted her face up, gazing skyward at forty-five degrees.

Yeah. Everything changed. *Our* era… is over.

Her reborn body was young, but her heart carried time’s scars—like pebbles washed ashore, dust in history’s tide.

Hmm? Where’d she wander? This place felt familiar.

Lost in melancholy, she’d drifted beside a building. A closer look, a memory search—

*The old Anime Club activity room.*

She’d only visited a few times, yet the memory stayed vivid.

*Because there… were rare, precious college memories.*

But why voices inside? People entering, exiting? Wasn’t the Anime Club gone?

Right—their registered membership was large. The room was spacious. Perfect temporary space post-merger.

*So… is the 2D Club meeting inside?*

Bai Ningning’s clever eyes darted. As someone exited, she slipped nimbly through the door.

The person glanced up, froze at the super-cute girl, and let her in.

Sure enough: the 2D Club’s first assembly filled the room. Crowded. Clustered in zones.

Hugging the wall, Bai Ningning edged inward.

“Don’t push.”

“Excuse me.”

“…Oh.”

Angry turns melted into stunned pauses. *So cute.* No one questioned if she belonged.

She found an empty seat, sat quietly, observing.

Groups scattered—but center front sat clear leaders.

Especially the girl on the chair: delicate face, fiery figure, high ponytail, cool sports wear.

Bold moves too. She grabbed a beer bottle from a box, twisted the cap off bare-handed—*clink, clink*, crisp and sharp.

Bai Ningning’s frame shivered slightly.

*Whoa… insane grip strength. Gulp.*

A whisper behind her, soft as a kitten: “Is she…?”

*Wait—someone’s back there?*

So tiny, hidden behind a sketchboard, she’d missed her entirely.

“She’s the 2D Club’s first president,” the neighbor explained. “Ex-Otaku Dance Club leader. Circle name: Ayane. Third-year senior.”

“Otaku Dance Club?”

“Don’t underestimate her. Rumor says her family has university ties. She drove this merger. Even the massive Gaming Club follows her lead—they need her for equipment funding.”

*Ohhh. Impressive.*

Bai Ningning and the tiny girl nodded in perfect sync.

A guy approached Ayane. “Sis, start now?”

Ayane tossed him a beer. “Go. Keep it quick.”

*Just announcements. No time wasted.*

He set the bottle aside, voice rising: “Quiet please! We’re all new club members now. Important updates.”

Silence fell fast.

Bai Ningning pressed her lips shut—then, on impulse, turned.

Locked eyes with the flustered girl, sketchboard too slow.

*Hmm. Same as me—a college student with a middle-schooler’s face.*

The loli blinked, cheeks blazing crimson.

Then—*Z-axis drop*.

Her head vanished behind the sketchboard.