"Actually, I was planning to join the Chinese Music Club. Cao Wu took the yogurt that Lele bought and took a sip and said.

"What?" Liu Jingshu's eyes widened, and she said angrily, "Then you didn't say it earlier?"

"I just want to see how many spicy strips you can eat. Cao Wu smirked.

"Cut! If you lose, you lose, and you have a hard mouth. Liu Jingshu pursed her lips and asked suspiciously, "I thought you wanted to join the music club." ”

"Music club, that's the territory of the art class, what am I going to do? kick the gym?" Cao Wu shrugged.

"Yes. Liu Jingshu smiled in an instant: "It's okay for you to come, plus Fang Luxiao, so that there will be three classmates from our class in the club." ”

"It's four. Lu Qingsong stepped forward and said, "Count me in." ”

"Count me in. "Naturally, Batu and Lele will not be left behind.

"Great!" Liu Jingshu poured a sip of mineral water, ran back to her seat and took four application forms: "If you fill in the form, you will be counted as a member of the club." ”

"Can you do that?"

"Of course, I'm the vice president!" Liu Jingshu said proudly.

"There is really no one in the folk music club, and I actually let you be the vice president. Cao Wu joked.

Liu Jingshu frowned, and said sadly: "Yes, many of the senior high school students have quit the club, and they didn't recruit many new people last year, and now there are only more than 20 people in the club, alas!"

"So few?" Cao Wu was also a little surprised, it was a club for the three grades of the whole school, and there were only more than 20 members, which was indeed a bit small.

Liu Jingshu seized the opportunity and sat opposite Cao Wu and poured bitter water.

After listening to her babble for a long time, Cao Wu understood.

In high school, most of the clubs in the school are like goods, and they usually have to cancel club activities after a few meetings, but it is usually good to have two activities a year.

However, since President Zheng took office, No. 8 Middle School has always attached great importance to the construction of spiritual civilization, so it has been relatively supportive of all kinds of student activities, and the current school newspaper and school radio station were established with his approval. Even with all kinds of club activities, students have a lot of extracurricular activities than other schools.

However, among the clubs, there are also popular and unpopular clubs.

The English Club, the Chess Club, the Film Club, and the Music Club are relatively old clubs, and they are also relatively successful clubs, mainly because their activities are easier to plan and hold and have no cost, so they attract the most students.

followed by the hip-hop dance club, poetry club, drama club, these new clubs, but because of the high technical difficulty, although there are many students who join, most of them are hobbyists, and they should not be able to retain many people.

The most unpopular is the Magic Club, the Animation Club, and the Folk Music Club, although there are many interested people, but few have joined, after all, these hobbies are relatively expensive.

Liu Jingshu has joined the Chinese Music Club since her freshman year of high school, and the president has a good relationship with her, and she discusses everything with her.

The president didn't know where he heard the news, saying that this time, in order to facilitate the management, the school will merge with other clubs if the number of members is less than 50 and cancel the club's qualifications.

If there are not enough new members to recruit at that time, and they are forcibly merged, eighty percent of the folk music club will be merged into the music club.

Those guys in the art class originally looked down on the folk music club, if it was merged, would there be good fruit to eat?

Therefore, Liu Jingshu thought of a way to deliberately bet with Cao Wu to trick him, a living signboard, into the folk music club.

With his current influence, he should be able to attract many students to join the Chinese Music Club.

"You can play the guitar, so you can write Zhongruan. ”

Liu Jingshu was very happy that the plan was successful, and she enthusiastically explained to Cao Wu how to fill out the application form.

"Just fill in one?" Cao Wu asked.

Liu Jingshu raised her eyebrows: "What?

Cao Wu nodded: "I will still suona, don't drum." ”

"You can still blow suona?" Liu Jingshu's eyes widened.

"Why can't you see it?" Cao Wu muttered in his heart, or did your grandfather teach it!

Suddenly thinking of something, Cao Wu asked, "I said vice president, do you want the folk music club to recruit more people than the music club when it recruits new students?"

"Why don't you want to?" Liu Jingshu nodded and asked, "Do you have a way?"

Cao Wu smiled and said, "I'll tell you later." ”

"Don't! Halfway to talk, half shorter than JJ. Liu Jingshu was anxious.

"Damn, so ruthless?" Cao Wu thought for a while and said, "I'm going to make a promotional video for the Folk Music Society." ”

"What kind of promo?"

Liu Jingshu asked curiously, but Cao Wu refused to say more, she could only go back to her seat and prepare for class.

Batu was going to his uncle's house tonight, so the band didn't have a rehearsal.

After having dinner outside the community, Cao Wu pondered about the promotional video of the Folk Music Club and walked home.

Exiting the elevator, he took out his key and opened the door.

Just about to change his shoes, suddenly he saw a black shadow in his peripheral vision, he was shocked, he turned his face sharply, and when he saw the black shadow clearly, the blood on his body seemed to be frozen!

A man in a clown mask stood in the doorway, holding a fire axe in his hand, and he was murderous!

"Oh yes!" Cao Wu screamed, threw the half-taken off shoe at the "clown", turned around and ran.

I'm young! I don't want to die!

Oh my God, isn't this China? Why is there such a god of killing?

Striding towards the stairwell, Cao Wu could hear the tragic laughter of the "clown" resounding in the corridor, but it was just ......

The laughter was familiar.

Slowly stopped, Cao Wu turned around stiffly, but saw that at the door of the house, the "clown" took off his mask, and under the mask was a middle-aged man with a round face, holding his knees, laughing so much that tears came out.

……

"Is it interesting?" Sitting at the dinner table, Cao Wu looked at Cao Wenhao, who was smiling very hard, and said coldly.

"Ahahahaha!" Cao Wenhao hugged his stomach and laughed again, and it took a long time to stop.

"If having a baby isn't for fun, it doesn't make sense. Cao Wenhao, who couldn't hold back his laughter, said seriously.

"I can survive smoothly, thanks to my father's grace of not killing!"

"Since you have a grateful heart, then it's okay to give this last piece of wide powder to Dad?"

Cao Wu poked out his chopsticks, sandwiched the wide noodles in the takeaway box into his bowl, and ate them triumphantly.

Patting his belly, Cao Wenhao leaned on the back of the chair and said, "By the way, son, don't tell your mother that I will order you takeout again!"

"Got it!" Cao Wu shook his head and said, "Dad, you really should learn to cook, you often travel on business, and eating takeout is not good for your health." ”

"I know, I know. Cao Wenhao said nonchalantly.

Seeing that he couldn't listen to his words, Cao Wu was a little helpless, and turned around and pulled his father to have a physical examination, he couldn't let him break his body and get sick in this life.

"Where did you get this mask?"

After eating, Cao Wu took the clown mask and looked at it, the soft rubber material really felt a little skinny, and it shouldn't be cheap.

"This time, I went to match an imported film and a souvenir sent by the filmmaker. Cao Wenhao took the remote control to look at the table and said casually.

Cao Wu crossed his feet on the coffee table and asked, "Did you tell Uncle Ni about the withdrawal of shares?"

"That's it!" Cao Wenhao sighed: "He said to think about it." ”

"He's dragging you in tow. Cao Wu shook his head.

Uncle Ni was a colleague of my father's former TV station, and later resigned and came out to start a company with my father.

At the beginning, my father invested in technology and added a principal of 100,000 yuan, and Uncle Ni gave him 25% of the shares, which is a lot. But for so many years, the company's business has basically relied on my father to support it alone, and the relationship network is also based on my father's former classmates and colleagues, Uncle Ni is equivalent to eating 75% of the profits without doing any work.

Dad doesn't care about the amount of money, he earns 70,000 or 80,000 yuan a month, which is enough for the family to live.

But the problem is that the company is located in Beijing, and my father has to go on business at every turn, and sometimes he can't come back for a month or two. And my mother's job is not something that can be said to give up, the family is always separated in two places, and in the long run, not to mention my mother, Cao Wu himself has a lot of opinions.

Under the prodding of my mother and Cao Wu, my father proposed to Uncle Ni to withdraw his shares, and with the foundation he laid in the industry, it is definitely more profitable to return to HN Province to open a company than in Beijing.

But Uncle Ni also knows this, and refuses to let go, and his father is also very helpless.

"Don't talk about these things. Cao Wenhao put down the remote control, turned around, and asked with a smile: "Listen to your mother, you and Batu and they have a band again?"

……

After chatting for a while, Cao Wu went to do his homework, and his father went to bed early after a day's journey.

After finishing my homework, it was already past eleven o'clock.

Cao Wu rubbed his temples, although he had the support of a super memory, the amount of homework in high school still made him feel a little tired.

Cao Wu turned his pen and pondered how to shoot the promotional video of the Folk Music Society.

It has to highlight the characteristics of folk music, but it has to be a bit forced, and it can't make people feel that they are happy with folk music.

It has to have a story so that you can see it, and it is best to add conflict elements, and popular elements are also essential......

As the setting became richer and more complex, Cao Wu suddenly found that what finally appeared in his mind had gone against the promotional video.

Damn, with this design, you can make a movie.

Huh?

Cao Wu suddenly thought of a movie he had seen in his previous life, which also happened at school and met all his ideas, and that movie was called "Flash Girl".