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Chapter 208 - 206, Creating the World in Seven Days (Fourth Update)_1

Chapter 208: 206, Creating the World in Seven Days (Fourth Update)_1

The clubs at No.4 Middle School place great importance on seniority, which is one of the many grievances held by the "invisible" students at the school. It’s like those famous college clubs abroad, like the Phoenix Club, which not only thoroughly implement the policy of elitism but also set up numerous obstacles and challenges.

Some people take great pride in joining such clubs, while others disdain such behavior after being excluded—though deep down they still wonder: why wasn’t I chosen?

After Liu Bing’s direct promotion to high school as the top student of junior high, joining the drama club was no problem at all based on his crosstalk performance at the welcoming party.

Jiang Haoyang himself held the distinction of an amateur 6th dan in Go, and during the process of challenging the president, he received an overwhelming acknowledgment... His entry to the Go and Chess Club was smooth sailing.

After Ren He deciphered the term "overwhelming acknowledgment," that phrase followed Jiang Haoyang around for many, many years...

As first-year high school students entered No.4 Middle School, many of them had heard how famous the clubs were, so they all went to register for clubs with anticipation and passion for their hobbies.

Ren He was in a bit of a bind; he didn’t know which club to join. Apart from extreme sports, he didn’t really have any particular hobbies. A new club had emerged these past few days: the Kunlun Club, catering either to wuxia enthusiasts or fans of the Kunlun game. Ren He had thought about joining for fun but decided against it in the end; it would just be a waste of time.

He discreetly asked Yang Xi which club would be interesting to join. Yang Xi suggested something like an indoor symphony, though she wasn’t very familiar with the high school clubs either. She hadn’t even decided on which club to join and wasn’t really planning on joining any as her spare time was quite occupied.

Singers need to practice to maintain their pitch and timbre, and it’s common for many to go off-key or off-tune if they don’t practice for a long time. So Yang Xi had to carve out time at night for the necessary practice, as well as practice guitar and even make breakthroughs in studying other instruments.

In a strict sense, the indoor symphony was no longer just a club, but a highly professional official orchestra with conductors for guidance. Each musician’s seat had a principal and a substitute, and the number of members was strictly limited—it wasn’t open to just anyone. The conductors had a certain reputation in the country, and the orchestra aimed to compete and win awards.

Ren He went to try out for the indoor symphony, and it was a little frustrating to discover that they were looking for instruments like the clarinet and saxophone when he mentioned he played the guitar...

He could play the piano, too, but their roster was already full.

He didn’t need to showboat and prove his skills, nor did he need to displace someone just because he could play—he had other paths to choose from and didn’t want to affect others.

Once Yang Xi arrived at No.4 Middle School, Ren He finally met Song Ci, Yang Xi’s legendary best friend. Equally beautiful, Song Ci appeared more conventionally stunning. Yang Xi was the type of girl with exceptional looks that didn’t shock but possessed particularly good temperament.

Song Ci, on the other hand, was a typical beauty, including her figure, especially those long, slender legs. When Song Ci came looking for Yang Xi, even Liu Bing couldn’t help but stare. Afterwards, when Liu Bing discussed his pursuit of Yang Xi with Ren He, he started to hope that Ren He would get together with Yang Xi so that he could be introduced to Song Ci...

Ren He hadn’t shown much interest in learning about Song Ci, so he truly didn’t know what kind of person she was. After all, if he kept asking Yang Xi about Song Ci, Yang Xi would feel uncomfortable...

Ren He was still thinking about which club to join. Liu Bing curiously glanced at him, "Haven’t you decided on a club yet? You could join the drama club. It’s full of beautiful girls, and with your performance at the welcome party, you’re guaranteed to get in! Honestly, for others, the drama club is not easy to enter—about five or six people from our class have already failed. You should seize the opportunity."

Give me a break, Ren He thought, speechless. Although Yang Xi was independent in character, she could be quite jealous, and these two things were not conflicting. If she found out he joined the drama club because of the girls, who knows what kind of trouble she might stir up.

After a week, the bustling club recruitment activities were nearly at an end and Ren He still hadn’t decided on which club to join to experience life at No.4 Middle School.

At this point, many students hadn’t managed to join any clubs and Ren He took note. He suddenly had the idea to start his own club!

What could his club focus on? Extreme sports? Sure! But not just that, there would be professional music, game development, and even more areas that Ren He himself hadn’t ventured into.

With the support of the Divine Punishment System, the variety of things he could engage in was vast...

Moreover, many clubs, like the Field Studies Club, were funded through donations, and Ren He himself could donate to ensure a healthy and secure cash flow. Holding the cash cows of Kunlun and Dota at his disposal, he was a veritable tycoon, not needing to rely on anyone else; he could play however he wanted!

It seemed, at this moment, the feasibility of starting his own club was extremely high. If he wanted to spar with all the hidden talents at No.4 Middle School, joining any other club simply couldn’t compare to the directness of leading his own!

Others needed limited funds from within the clubs to engage the elites in professional pursuits, whereas Ren He had almost limitless resources at his disposal, allowing him to dive into epoch-challenging endeavors with students regardless of whether they were elites or not.

Challenging the era—what a thrilling thought.

How tempting!

Even without using the funds from Qinghe Games, the value of ’Divine Punishment System’s’ copyright when it approached nearly 2 million words has been rising steadily, with just the film and television rights already fetching an offer of 4 million, and the game rights at 2 million.

However, there was no need to rush. After the success of Kunlun’s film and television, as well as game rights in society, the cultural industry would welcome even larger capital giants, and that would be the real golden opportunity.

It wouldn’t be too far off, Ren He looked forward to that day!

As people often said, this was the best of times.

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While the clubs were busy recruiting new members, suddenly a banner was hung outside the wall of Class 5 of the first-year, high school building that read, "How long has it been since you sweated on the playground?"

Liu Bing and Jiang Haoyang couldn’t help but ask when they were helping Ren He hang the banner, "Brother... do you always have to go so big every time you do something? Everyone else is just signing up for clubs, and here you are, starting your own... And this banner doesn’t even seem like it’s for recruitment, you didn’t even mention the club’s name."

"Just wait and see," Ren He replied with a mysterious smile, offering no rebuttal.

This banner became popular, not because of its conspicuous location, but because the message was so puzzling. Although many people felt a bit moved when they read these words, what did it all mean? It was confusing, seemed like it was just encouraging everyone to exercise?

However, the next day when everyone arrived at school, they discovered that the content of the banner had changed: "How long has it been since you’ve smiled with confidence?"

Only then did everyone realize that the banner was being changed daily—holy cow, that was kind of interesting! Quite a few people even started to look forward to what the third day’s banner would say. This was the routine Ren He wanted to play, and the effect was already showing. It was normal for a new club to go unnoticed, but if he was going to play, he intended to play big!

Day three: "Have you ever dreamed of a chivalrous journey with your sword through the martial world?"

Day four: "Have you ever wished to step onto a larger stage?"

Day five: "Are you feeling lost and directionless, have you even thought about giving up on yourself?"

By this time, the true elites were eagerly anticipating what would come next, while the hearts of those who had exiled themselves began to warm from the icy cold, almost as if these words had planted a seed within them.

On the sixth day, the message wasn’t a question anymore: "This is the best of times, it allows people to have dreams. But this is also the worst of times, all who move forward with ideals fall and are buried in succession."

Many felt a shiver in their soul upon reading this sentence, as if a surge of blood rushed to their heads.

Day seven: "Have you also had a lonely but passionate dream? If so, please join me, Qinghe Club."

The seed that had been planted began to sprout roots and, perhaps one day, it would grow into a towering tree.

Years later when people recalled this memory, they would feel a profound sentiment. It had started an era at No.4 Middle School. In past years, no matter how prestigious the university students attended, they insisted they were from No.4 Middle School, as if the name of the university paled in comparison to that of No.4 Middle School.

From then on, some even stopped saying they were simply from No.4 Middle School. Instead, that group would often say they were of No.4 Middle School’s Qinghe.

When someone cast a glance back in recollection of that sea of light in their memories, they would joke that those seven banners in the history of No.4 Middle School were comparable to God’s creation of the world in seven days.

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