Seventeen Again: The Sweet Life with My Family -
Chapter 30
Chapter 30
Huang Yue, who had just returned from buying drinks at the store, saw Wen Nian standing in front of her club’s stall. After a moment’s thought, she approached with a smile and greeted her. “Wen Nian, if you’re interested, you can sign up for our club. It just so happens that we have a spot open and I can give you more personal guidance.”
Huang Yue was worried about how to rebuild her relationship with Wen Nian. She knew it would take time to mend things between them. However, Wen Nian didn’t even go back to the dormitory to take a nap in the afternoon and Huanguan Yue couldn’t even replace a chance to be alone with Wen Nian.
Wen Nian maintained her composure and showed no signs of annoyance when she saw Huang Yue approaching her again. She responded in a composed manner, “There’s only one slot for each club, so I want to take a look at the other clubs before I make my final decision.”
Seeing this, Huang Yue hurriedly said, “Then I’ll accompany you.”
Wen Nian gazed at Huang Yue for a moment, then smiled and replied, “Certainly, I am happy for you to accompany me. However, it seems like you are currently in need of additional manpower for recruitment.”
It was difficult to catch Wen Nian, and Huang Yue was reluctant to let her escape. She ultimately had a change of heart and flashed an apologetic smile at the club members. “I apologize, everyone. I’ll be stepping out for about ten minutes to take a stroll with my classmate. She doesn’t have much experience with extracurricular activities and has only learned the most basic nursery rhyme on the piano. It’s possible that she didn’t like it and wasn’t trying to learn. This time, I’ll help her select an extracurricular activity that truly sparks her interest.”
Wen Nian sneered inwardly, feeling bitter. She didn’t own a piano or electronic keyboard at home, and the school’s music room had limited hours and equipment. Most club members were at the same level as her. Huang Yue threw her under the bus, implying that she wasn’t truly committed to learning. Huang Yue would only feel good if she could get to ridicule Wen Nian in front of someone.
Wen Nian also raised her voice amiably and said, “I don’t have a piano at home, and I didn’t think it through when I first joined the club in year one of high school. As a result, I didn’t make the most of my membership. However, I won’t repeat that mistake this time. Huang Yue, if you’re concerned about this, please don’t worry. Go ahead and do what you need to do.”
Even as Huang Yue still tried to befriend Wen Nian, she still remembered to shift the blame onto Wen en Nian by insinuating that her lack of commitment was the reason for her initial failure to stay in the club. However, Wen Nian refused to accept the blame and promptly retorted, expressing that she did not require Huang Yue’s company.
While the girl with waist-length hair was busy introducing the ukulele to the first-year students, Huang Yue’s words caught her attention and prompted her to roll her eyes. She harbored disdain for Huang Yue’s tendency to disappear to the restroom or for water breaks. Huang Yue, done with her idle behavior, resolved to join her classmate in selecting a club, which irritated the girl with waist-length hair. The girl with waist-length hair couldn’t hold back anymore and said, “There are many people coming to learn about the club now, Huang Yue, and your classmate already knows what she wants to sign up for. Don’t worry about her. We’re short-staffed and have a lot to do.”
Huang Yue glanced at the senior from the club, feeling unable to retort. She only harbored resentment towards Wen Nian for her lack of tact. Despite her kind intention to accompany Wen Nian, she still had the audacity to decline, resulting in her being blamed by the senior!
Huang Yue pouted slightly and cast a pitiful look towards Senior Lin, who was trying to recruit Wen Nian to the club. She pleaded, “Senior Lin, it will only take ten minutes for me to accompany my classmate. I’ll return immediately afterwards.”
Wen Nian feigned anger and replied, “Huang Yue, I don’t need you to accompany me. Besides, the club is already short-staffed. If someone sees you leaving your work to come with me, they might think I’m causing you trouble. I’ll just go by myself. You can stay here and continue your work.”
With this, Wen Nian turned around and walked away, leaving Huang Yue in a dilemma. However, as she thought of her goal, she forced herself to say to the club president, “Senior Lin, she’s just mad at me. Sigh. I am her only friend. If I don’t care about her, who will care about her? I am really sorry. As an apology, I will buy water for everyone later.”
Lin Qiao was fond of Huang Yue and her big, watery eyes softened his heart. He thought of her as kind-hearted and was a bit displeased with Wen Nian. “Don’t worry about buying water. We’re all students here and money is tight. Just go and come back quickly,” he said.
Huang Yue gazed at Lin Qiao with gratitude, knowing what type of expression she should make to captivate a man’s heart and awaken the heroism within them. In a feeble voice, she whispered, “Thank you, Senior Lin. I will hurry back as soon as possible.”
After saying that, Huang Yue smiled, which made Lin Qiao even more captivated.
Huang Yue quickly caught up with Wen Nian and naturally held her hand. Wen Nian glanced at her and resisted the urge to shake her off.
Huang Yue was so consumed with the desire to spend more time with Wen Nian and manipulate her thoughts that she failed to notice Wen Nian’s subtle actions. “Wen Nian, I believe it would be good for you to learn how to play musical instruments. If you pursue the arts, you can earn a good living in the future. Look at the famous celebrities on television, they all have some artistic talent, and it’s effortless for them to make a lot of money. With just a few songs, they can earn tens of thousands, or even millions.”
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