So I'm Just Here to Make Up the Numbers?

"W-what are you planning to do?"

Seeing Wuling's wicked smile, Nabomo felt a little panicked, along with a touch of regret.

I'm done for. I was too hasty. This junior is so good-looking and has such a steady presence. What if he's someone I shouldn't have messed with?

I was so rough about snatching him up. What if he settles the score later and has his way with me?

The more she thought about it, the more flustered she became. Her face tense, Nabomo simply closed her eyes, looking ready to leave herself at his mercy.

"Then, aside from club activities and the like, don't bother me with anything else."

"Huh?"

Nabomo stared at Wuling, a little stunned.

She had thought he would make some other demands, but she hadn't expected it to be so simple.

"Wait a second, junior. Do you not know what our club does?"

"Isn't that obvious?"

Wuling gave her a calm glance, his tone both helpless and frank.

"I'd barely arrived when you dragged me over and made me leave a thumbprint. I only just heard you say the club's name. How could I know what it does?"

Nabomo's cheeks reddened slightly. A little embarrassed, she scratched at her twin tails and gave two quiet, awkward chuckles.

"Haha... I guess that's true."

"Then let me make it clear now. Our Star Society is the most, most, most laid-back club in the whole school!"

"No regular meetings, no attendance checks, no tasks, no competitions, no homework, no shifts, no manning stalls, no rehearsals, and no pressure all year round."

Talking about her club's virtues, Nabomo instantly grew confident. She straightened up and held her head high, immensely proud.

"The reason I founded the Star Society was that I was too bored and wanted to find more people to play with. So what you asked for earlier is completely fine."

"As for rules, there's only one: don't write the president as a villain in a novel."

Wuling froze on the spot.

He stared blankly for two seconds, his eyes full of disbelief.

Other clubs had rules against leaving early or missing activities.

"...What kind of bizarre rule is that?"

The corner of Wuling's mouth twitched violently. It really was an eye-opener.

Nabomo planted her hands on her hips, her face taut and utterly serious.

"That's my one and only bottom line. It absolutely cannot be crossed."

"A member once secretly wrote a school novel with me as the ultimate mastermind villain. In the end, everyone joined forces to defeat me. I was upset about it for an entire semester."

"So after that, I laid down our one ironclad rule: join the Star Society, and you're forbidden from writing the president as a villain."

Wuling didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

So the one rule of the most laid-back club in the school was a clause to keep the president from getting upset.

"Fine."

He readily nodded and agreed, without any hesitation.

"Don't worry. I don't have a hobby of writing other people as villains, so that rule might as well not exist for me."

Although he had indeed written novels for a while out of interest, he had made up all the characters' names himself.

There was nothing wrong with that.

Seeing him readily agree, Nabomo breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately returned to her lazy, carefree state and waved a hand.

"Perfect. Starting today, you're an official member of the Star Society! You don't have to do anything. Do whatever you like and take it easy for four worry-free years."

"As long as you don't break that one ultimate ironclad rule, you have the highest level of freedom in the club."

"Two members graduated and left, or I probably wouldn't have come here to recruit anyone."

"Now that I've recruited you, we're back to exactly twenty members, so we don't have to worry about being disbanded. Oh, right, junior, I haven't asked your name yet. Let's add each other on WeChat."

"Wuling. So I really was just here to make up the numbers?" Wuling remarked mildly.

"Oh, don't put it so bluntly."

Nabomo stuck out her tongue sheepishly, her twin tails swaying gently.

"Even making up the numbers is fate! If you hadn't happened to pass by, the student council really would have forcibly deregistered the club today. You're the great hero who saved the Star Society."

She looked so sincere that Wuling somehow ended up burdened with a strange sense of responsibility.

"All right, all right, enough fooling around."

Nabomo immediately took out her phone and deftly opened her WeChat QR code. "Let's add each other. I'll pull you into the group in a bit. I'm telling you, everyone in the Star Society is good-looking and nice to talk to. You've really hit the jackpot."

Wuling took out his phone helplessly, scanned the code and added her.

Her nickname automatically appeared in the remarks field: President.

She's really that straightforward?

She accepted almost instantly.

After adding him, Nabomo let out a long sigh of relief. Her whole body went limp, all tension gone, and she looked thoroughly content with a job well done.

"Perfect! Twenty members, full quota met, and the club is safe. I can finally take it easy for another two semesters."

She happily put away her phone and looked at Wuling with particular fondness.

"You're so nice, junior. Thanks for saving our club. If you run into any little problems at school, come find me as long as it's something I can handle. I'm pretty useless, but I do have a few connections."

Wuling took the words for what they were and didn't take them to heart.

"It's nothing."

Wuling waved a hand. "If there's nothing else, I'll get going."

"Go on, go on. Classes are tough, life is tough. Make sure you get plenty of rest, junior."

"As for the future, I'll probably only come looking for you to ask you out to have fun. Whether you go or not is entirely up to you. Study hard, Junior Wuling!"

Nabomo waved her little hand, then immediately began packing her things, apparently preparing to make a quick exit.

After walking some distance away, Wuling stopped and looked down at his palm.

He didn't know why, but the moment he had seen Nabomo, he had felt an urge to smack her.

The thought had startled even him. He didn't understand why he would feel such a strong impulse toward someone he had just met.

"Strange."

Wuling muttered to himself, his brows knitting slightly.

He considered himself even-tempered and not easily provoked by others. He rarely felt such a strong, aggressive instinctive urge toward a stranger.

Maybe she had some connection to him in a past life. Surely they couldn't have been enemies.

Forget it. I won't think about it anymore. What a hassle.

Wuling took out his phone and checked the time. Seeing that there was still about an hour and a half before class, he decided to return to the dorm and lie down for a while. He would also ask Calcharo and Lingyang which clubs they had chosen.

Actually, even without asking, Wuling had a pretty good idea which club Calcharo had chosen. It was definitely the gaming club.

As for Lingyang, Wuling had heard that Interstellar Academy had a lion dance troupe. If that was true, Lingyang would probably choose to join the martial lion dance troupe. After all, that was what he did.

When he returned to the dorm and asked, he found that he was right.

While resting in the dorm, he received some more good news. The teacher who was supposed to teach them that afternoon had something come up, so their two afternoon classes were canceled, and they were dismissed for the day.

How awesome was that?