So many phone numbers!
Ye Qiu sat on a stool, flipping out little sticky notes he had stuffed in his pockets, each bearing the name of a society along with a contact number.
He picked one up at random and sniffed it near his nose, still detecting a faint scent of perfume.
Well, a girl who uses this kind of perfume won't be bad-looking, something to consider.
Having nothing better to do, Ye Qiu began to sort out the phone numbers, selecting the societies that interested him.
...
The morning's classes quietly came and went, and after lunch in the cafeteria with Shen Mengchen, Ye Qiu trailed behind her, strolling aimlessly when a girl wearing glasses proactively stopped him.
"Hello, are you Ye Qiu?" the girl stood in front of him and asked politely.
"You looking for me?" Ye Qiu's gaze lifted slightly.
"It's like this, our president would like to invite you over, do you have time?"
