"Hello, Han Fei, I''m Yao Na, President of the music club. I don''t know if it''s an honor to invite you to join our music club? Your memory is great, and everyone in our music club likes it very much." a tall girl with short hair smiled.

    "Music club?" Han Fei lost in thought. Originally, he didn''t count on joining these entertainment clubs, but after thinking for a while, Han Fei decided to join the music club.

    Three times, five times, two times, fill out the form and give it to Yao Na. Yao Na was stunned for a moment. Just now, Han Fei refused the invitation of several associations. Yao Na once thought he was a hard nail. As a result, he agreed?

    Prepared a lot of words, but they didn''t come in handy at all? The process without difficulty washes out the original sense of achievement without any taste.

    "Hey, sister Yao Na, you''re great. How did you win Han Fei?"

    "Yes, I just saw that Han Fei refused many people. As a result, he joined as soon as you came out. How did you do it? Teach us."

    Facing the admiring eyes of the young ladies, Yao Na reluctantly smiled, and a sense of frustration suddenly appeared in her heart. This feeling is even worse than that she screwed up.

    "Didn''t you just say you didn''t have time to participate in club activities?" Xie buchen also wondered why Han Fei chose to join the music club.

    Han Fei said, "yes, I didn''t intend to participate."

    Well, you won, Xie buchen was speechless for a while.

    Along the way, Han Fei suddenly found a very strange club. When other clubs were busy recruiting new people, there was only one guy with glasses looking at himself with a book, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him.

    Han Fei glanced at the club name pasted askew, and suddenly became interested: "Hey, man, do you recruit people in your club?"

    The man with eyes raised his head and looked at Han Fei blankly. He was a little impatient: "it''s written on the top. If you want to enter the club, fill in the form first."

    "Where''s the watch?" Han Fei glanced at the clean table.

    "Er... You wait," said the man with glasses. He took out a notebook from his backpack and tore a piece of paper and handed it to Han Fei.

    Xie buchen frowned. It''s too childish. Every year, the society in the school can apply for paper from the college. The printer college is also ready-made. It seems that this society has not made any preparation. He doesn''t understand why Han Fei is interested in this society.

    Han Fei didn''t care. He quickly filled in the basic information and handed it to the glasses man: "senior, when can I participate in community activities?"

    Xie buchen rolled his eyes for a while. I don''t know who just said he wouldn''t participate in club activities.

    The glasses man was at a loss: "er... Brother, are you from the performance department?"

    Han Fei nodded and the man with glasses said, "sorry, younger brother, our screenwriter club only recruits new directors from the Department of directors, the Department of photography, the Department of literature, and the Department of performance..... With all due respect, this may be beyond your professional scope."

    Han Fei frowned: "you''re right. I''m really in the Department of acting, but I''m still competent to write some less complex scripts, shoot and edit videos."

    The glasses man looked at Han Fei in surprise and looked carefully for a while: "you look familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?"

    "Four eyes, let your boy recruit me new. Are you lazy again?" suddenly a lazy voice came from below, and a "chicken nest" rose slowly.

    "President, no, i..." four eyes hurriedly explained.

    Xie buchen couldn''t help but smoke from the corner of his mouth: "Alas, are you sure you want to join this club?"

    Han Fei was also speechless. What the hell? Originally, I thought this four eyes was wonderful enough, but when I saw the President... Han Fei suddenly doubted his decision.

    "President, this classmate wants to join our screenwriter club, but our club doesn''t stipulate......" four eyes help the "chicken nest head" up.

    "What rules? Where are the rules? If we don''t recruit enough people this semester, the club will be banned. Are you stupid?" the chicken nest head scolded.

    The head of the chicken nest suddenly rubbed his hands and smiled at Han Fei and said, "brother, don''t worry about this dead brain. I''m Jia Youqian, President of the drama club. Welcome to join us."

    "Er... Don''t you need an interview?" Han Fei was held by the head of the chicken nest and was speechless.

    "Cough, brother, in fact, you have just passed the interview of the president of our company. Your tenacious and unswerving character is really suitable for being a screenwriter. You will be a top screenwriter in the future. Please give the Chinese screenwriter industry a chance and our screenwriter club a chance." Jia Youqian shook his hands excitedly.

    Xie buchen didn''t see it. If he didn''t know that this guy had just slept in under his desk, he might have believed it. What drama club, renamed QIPA club, would it be more relevant?

    Han Fei was completely speechless: "well, I''ll join. Don''t shake any more. You''re about to break up."

    "Cough, four eyes, hurry to go through the formalities for them." Jia Youqian nodded with satisfaction.

    "They?" four eyes and a blank face.

    Xie buchen was stunned directly. He glanced around and found that there were only him and Han Fei around.

    "No..."

    Jia Youqian said to Xie buchen with a sincere face: "since this classmate has come, why not join us? There''s no harm in having more clubs."

    "But I don''t have time to participate in club activities." Xie buchen declined.

    "Club activities? What''s that? Four eyes, how long has our club not convened club activities?" Jia Youqian scratched his head.

    "Er... It''s not that you''re lazy. The last president always held club activities irregularly." four eyes whispered.

    Jia Youqian looked back and stared fiercely. He turned his head and turned into a smiling face. The speed of changing his face was unique. Xie buchen quickly surrendered: "stop, I''ll join. Can you stop smiling? It''s scary."

    Han Fei didn''t go far with Xie buchen, so he heard Jia Youqian yawn: "four eyes, pack up your things and go home."

    Four eyes blankly asked: "president, we don''t recruit new people?"

    "Nonsense, aren''t there ten people? Do you recruit so many people to block yourself?"

    "Are you afraid of trouble?"

    Returning to the dormitory, Xie buchen took a deep look at Han Fei: "you don''t want to..."

    Han flew to the hanging chair, stretched himself, turned back and smiled at Xie buchen: "what do you think? Don''t forget that we can''t take the play in our freshman year."

    Xie buchen just smiled and never spoke again.

    In the next three months, Han Fei suffered a lot, whether it was an obscure film history or a body class that was extremely destructive to his body. For a wild man like Han Fei, each class was painful. At the same time, it also corrected many of his wrong perceptions and rebuilt his knowledge system of the film and television industry.