As soon as I opened my eyes, I received a message -

The application for the club came down.

Passed without a hitch!

Holding a copy in one hand, the head of the house looked up from the countless materials and pushed his black-rimmed glasses.

"It's not funny......"

The head of the house, Z, muttered to himself.

"Why is it not funny?" I sat down at the table and picked up a piece of material that was spread out on the table.

Densely packed are the rules set by the student union, including: the number of activities that need to be held in a month, the cleaning area in charge, and various ratings.

One of them reads: If you fail the monthly score, you will take back the activity room, and if you still fail the next month......

Room? We even have an activity room?

"Yes, in the building of the club activity center, do you want to go and have a look." Friend P has a keychain in his hand and shakes the key to the activity room.

"Don't move!" The head of the house slapped his palm on the table, grabbed the material that was about to blow away, and pulled it back with a bang.

"I haven't finished reading it yet!" The head of the house, Z, said, "Don't act rashly. ”

I was stunned, and my friend P was embarrassed, walked up and pulled the corner of my clothes: "Let's go, I'll take you to see it." ”

I nodded, and as soon as I went out, the head of the house, Z, chased after him-

"Remember to clean the activity room."

The club activity center is generally home to the Youth League Committee and the Student Union.

We went in lightly, the corridor lights on the first floor were still on, and the air conditioner in the office was roaring, and we could still feel the chill when we passed by.

I think it was in this office that I got the application form.

I couldn't help but peek in: "Huh? No one? ”

"Don't mess around, our activity room is on the third floor." My friend P pulled me back and warned.

Because our club was only established this month, the good activity room has already been occupied by other clubs that predate us.

As soon as I went up to the second floor, I heard a very rhythmic drum kit, and I probed to determine the direction of the down.

It is the event room of the west side! Could it be that my brother and sister are practicing what new songs?

The floor design of the activity center is very strange, except for the two main staircases, there are steps on the same floor.

Obviously it is on the same floor, and the normal door frame is a two-meter-high activity room, and if you walk a little further, you have to go up the steps. The next activity room was squeezed on the steps, just over a meter high, and it was particularly chilling.

Looking down the stairs, it was dark and dark, and there seemed to be plaster models of art students under the corridor, which was very terrifying.

I followed my friend P up to the third floor.

Fortunately, our activity room is on a flat stairway, with dusty lock-and-lock stainless steel doors, gray and white exterior walls, and cobwebs.

It looks quite wide on the outside.

"This is it." Friend P pushed, and the door opened.

"Huh? Why is there no lock? "I'm curious.

"I just came out of here and didn't bother to lock it. There's nothing to steal anyway. ”

There was a heavy smell of dust inside, a few desks, and a few paper towels thrown on the table, with traces of wiping.

I opened the window, and from here, I could clearly see the circular stadium behind me.

The sound of the drum kit downstairs was deafening, and it stopped again after two hits.

"So, what's going to do?" I covered my nose and fanned it with my hand.

Friend P took out a pack of tissues from his pocket and handed it to me.

"I don't know, I don't want to do it, I'll wait for the head of the house to finish it before I make plans." As he spoke, he sat down on the desk next to him.

"Do you eat sugar?" Friend P asked me.

"Don't eat it."

I walked roughly around.

Except for a few relatively new wooden tables, the rest of the room is full of broken wood, sawdust, and dust marks left by the removal of a few desks.

There was nothing to see, it was empty, with four walls on the ground and a dirty blackboard.

The sound of the drum kit sounded downstairs again.

"Let's go and see the band's activity room downstairs." I beckoned.

"What do they have to see?"

Friend P choked on candy and was unhappy. He jumped off his desk.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"I'll go to the first floor and see if there are any tools for cleaning."

As he was going out, he ran into the head of the house, Z.

"Are you done cleaning so soon?" Head Z asked.

"I don't have any tools, clean up with a hammer!" Friend P said unhappily.

The head of the house, Z, walked straight in, and couldn't help frowning when he saw the dust on the ground.

I said, "I'll go downstairs and check it out and come back in a minute." ”

The door to the orchestra's activity room downstairs was open, and before it could be opened, the head of the orchestra could hear the exceptionally gentle guidance.

"Well, yes. Follow the rhythm just now, and do it again. ”

The drum beat again, and I pushed the door open.

I saw a girl sitting in front of the drum kit, wearing headphones, pursing her lips and beating the drum stick all the way to the rhythm.

The girl's face is unfamiliar, but her sense of rhythm is very good, and her short chestnut hair sways with the beat of the drum, and her momentum is not lost to ordinary people.

When the senior brothers present saw me, they nodded, and the head of the group put his index finger to his lips and gave me a gesture to silence.

I nodded, crept in, and closed the door.

"New here?" I rubbed my hand against the senior brother next to me and asked.

Senior brother nodded and put his hand to my ear: "I came here yesterday, and my qualifications are very good." ”

As she was talking, the girl finally finished playing the drum score, took off her headphones, and when she saw me, she was very surprised, and looked at the head of the group.

"Yes, I'll fight like this next time." The regimental commander stood up from the wall and expressed his satisfaction.

"Yizai, look at the treasure I just picked up."

Treasure? This girl?

"All-round drummer!" The head of the regiment patted her on the shoulder and complimented.

"Hello senior sister! My name is Wen Han. The girl hurriedly put down the drum stick and stood up.

Lukewarm...... Culvert?

While tasting this elegant name, I looked at the girl's delicate and handsome face, and suddenly felt that it was not very suitable.

"I have a single name, you can call it whatever you want." I say.

The girl reacted quickly and smiled crisply: "Oh~ Ah Senior Sister Yi, please advise!" ”

I nodded, and immediately liked it.

"An all-round drummer? Do you like to read? Love anime? Like novels? ”

"Love anime." The girl nodded: "Especially the anime dubbed by Jieda." ”

Like Jayda? That's a family!

I rejoiced even more.

Well! This guy can talk!

"It's not a coincidence, you say. I was still worried about the vacancy of the drummer yesterday, and it happened that Wen Han came. The head of the regiment said: "Tomorrow you can go directly to the indoor stage for training." ”

"By the way, are you free to come over tomorrow?" The head of the regiment asked me.

"Tomorrow? Training? "I pinched my fingers and calculated, the activity room of the head of the house Z should have just been completed, and it is estimated that there will be no time in the past two days

"Almost, I'll come when I'm free." The head of the regiment said.

"Okay."

At this time, there was a knock on the door of the activity room, and the senior brother sitting on the stool by the door opened the door.

Outside the door, I don't know who greeted respectfully.

Senior brother shouted to this side: "Senior sister, someone is looking for you." ”

Someone? Could it be a friend P?

Oh! I suddenly remembered, I also promised the head of the dormitory Z to help clean up?

As soon as the door opened, I really saw my friend P.