Reborn as a Mortal Heiress Pampered by Big Shots
Chapter 327: Sister Night must be interested in an awesome club~_3

Chapter 327: Sister Night must be interested in an awesome club~_3

"Here you go, senior," Yang Qiange, for some reason, felt like she was at a disadvantage in front of her senior. Her tone was exceedingly polite, far removed from her usual arrogance when dealing with Lu Beibei and Qi Ran back in the dorm.

Shen Zhiqiao first took note of the dormitory room number she had filled out, "So all the new students from the Department of Biomedical Sciences are in the same dorm this year?"

Yang Qiange: "Yes, there are only three girls in our batch, and we all share a dorm, senior. How many girls were there in your batch?"

Shen Zhiqiao casually ticked her application form and then, lifting her eyelids to look at her, said slowly, "Just me."

**

On the way back to her dorm, Yang Qiange was in an exceptionally good mood.

She didn’t even feel hungry despite skipping lunch.

Looking at the acceptance slip in her hand from the Student Council, the frustration she had felt during the military training seemed to vanish into thin air.

Back at 1003, Lu Beibei was discussing with Qi Ran how to fill out the club application forms.

As Yang Qiange passed by, she uncharacteristically corrected a few mistakes for them: "You need to fill in this part like this, otherwise you’re likely to get passed over."

Lu Beibei noticed her good spirits: "Qiange, did you go to the Student Council? How did it go?"

Finally hitting the mark, Yang Qiange raised her eyebrows proudly: "I got in."

Lu Beibei couldn’t say how sincere she was when she exclaimed, "Wow, that’s amazing."

Despite the perfunctory remark, Yang Qiange took pleasure in it, she glanced over Lu Beibei’s application form.

She had thought that with Lu Beibei’s personality, she would definitely join something like the Star-chasing Club, but to her surprise, she had chosen the Artificial Intelligence Club.

This club was also quite famous at Beijing University.

They would organize robot competitions within the school every year, and sometimes they would even collaborate with other universities for interschool competitions, awarding hefty sums to the top three winners.

Moreover, it was very relevant to Lu Beibei’s major in automation.

Unexpectedly serious business.

Looking at Qi Ran’s side.

The Poetry Club.

This club wasn’t as active as the AI Club, but it was the very first club established when Beijing University was founded in the last century.

It’s highly prestigious and has even produced literary giants.

Yang Qiange changed into some rather nice loungewear and turned in front of the mirror, clearly satisfied with her reflection: "The majors you two have chosen aren’t bad, you’ll have good prospects in the future. Now that we’ve made it into Beijing University, we should fully utilize the excellent resources it provides us. I’ve heard that the economics public course that every department has to take is taught by business tycoons you only see in magazines. Last year it was an e-commerce tycoon, no idea who they will invite this year, but anyway, all these are opportunities."

In her elevated mood, she shared some useful information she had dug up on forums.

However, the two of them clearly didn’t show much interest in listening.

Qi Ran was consistently focused on writing her application, and Lu Beibei casually responded, "Of course my club is great, my idol helped me choose it~"

Speak of the devil, Xia Ye sauntered back from the restroom, phone in hand, lazing about.

Lu Beibei approached with her application form, showing off two extraordinarily adorable dimples with a smile: "Idol, have you decided which club you’re joining? The deadline for applications is in the next couple of days."

Xia Ye glanced at her, a smile brewing in her eyes: "I’ve made my decision, I’ll submit the application tomorrow."

Her tone was quite mysterious, which immediately deflated Yang Qiange’s previously confident sense of superiority.

She tried to conceal the wariness in her voice: "Yeye, you... aren’t applying for the Student Council, are you?"

Xia Ye smiled enigmatically: "Don’t worry, of course not."

Yang Qiange breathed a sigh of relief but then suddenly realized the implications behind Xia Ye’s words, shifting her gaze away guiltily: "I have nothing to worry about, I’ve already been accepted into the Student Council."

Xia Ye chuckled and casually picked up a book that was nearly falling apart, flipping it open to a page.

Lu Beibei took a glance at the cover: "Whoa, Idol, that book of yours is pretty old, huh? Looking at the color of the pages, I’m beginning to wonder if it’s an antique from hundreds of years ago..."

Xia Ye raised an eyebrow, her smile profound.

Yang Qiange appeared to avert her gaze, but in reality, she was stealthily observing Xia Ye through a mirror placed on the table.

Xia Ye wasn’t applying for the Student Council...

Was there anywhere at Beijing University more prestigious than the Student Council?

Something like the AI Club similar to Beibei’s?

Or perhaps a club like the Debate Society?

Yang Qiange nibbled on her finger anxiously.

For some reason, it was just very unsettling...