"What about 'Salted Fish Welfare Club'?" The tip of the blue Shorthand Quill jabbed at the bottom of the letter paper. Zheng Qing shook the list in his hand, looked at the line of names crossed out on it, and lethargically called out the next name.
"I'm not a salted fish!" Zhang Ji Xin immediately slapped the table and loudly retorted.
"Neither am I!" Dylan immediately seconded.
"To name it like this... shouldn't the club have some sort of benefits?" Xin Fat Man's thoughts were indeed different from the others, immediately catching onto a certain detail.
"Skip it!" Zheng Qing decisively crossed out the name with a pen, refusing to answer Fat Man's any questions.
"Next name... Terafu Club... no, no, no." The scholarship student who chaired the meeting immediately crossed out this name, and specifically criticized, "Dylan! We can't always use names unauthorized by others!"
