A Grand Stage for Recruitment, Come If You Have the Skills

Seeing Wang Yun acting like a thief with a guilty conscience, Jiang Linyuan just chuckled.

No rush, let the bullets fly for a while.

Wang Yun certainly knew that the post he made on the confession wall was completely fabricated.

But he assumed no one would know it was him; after all, spreading rumors had a very low cost, and behind the screen, a story was just a matter of words.

He had initially held that thought to disgust Jiang Linyuan, but he hadn't expected the discussion below to become so heated.

Wang Yun secretly glanced at the smiling Jiang Linyuan, feeling a bit uneasy, but quickly withdrew his gaze and comforted himself.

It's fine, I only told Tingting about this; there's no way he could know, it's impossible.

Jiang Linyuan watched the restless Wang Yun, his face beaming with a smile, thoroughly enjoying the sight of someone else in such a state of anxiety.

Hey, I know you did it, but I'm just not going to say it out loud—it's just for fun.

Not long after, the recruitment interviews began, and a large crowd of students flooded into the classroom.

After all, the Student Union was a university-level organization, and the benefits were quite significant.

On the surface, it added to one's comprehensive assessment credits, which was beneficial for postgraduate recommendations and scholarships.

As for the hidden benefits, it depended on individual ability; extensive networking resources, information ahead of others... how to make good use of these was entirely up to oneself.

The recruitment event started quickly, with people coming and going.

"Hello, junior. Which department of the Student Union would you like to join? Please fill out this form first. Here, the pen is right here. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

"Ah, ah, okay."

The freshman girl standing in front of Jiang Linyuan stared at his face, momentarily dazed, then hurriedly filled out the form and gathered the courage to ask:

"Senior, can I add your WeChat?"

"I'm afraid not."

Jiang Linyuan refused flatly, and the girl being interviewed suddenly became dejected and embarrassed, not expecting to be rejected so directly.

"When it comes to adding WeChat, it's better if the guy takes the initiative, don't you think?"

Jiang Linyuan looked at the girl and said with a smile:

"Junior, could you give me a chance to add your WeChat?"

The girl's mood instantly shifted from rain to sunshine; she blushed, added his WeChat, and then skipped away.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. It's a good thing Minister Shen isn't here, otherwise, she'd definitely make you pay."

As soon as the girl left, a boy sat down next to Jiang Linyuan and struck up a familiar conversation.

"Heh, the bond between the Minister and me is not something a petty person like you can sow discord into."

Jiang Linyuan immediately gave the newcomer a playful elbow to the ribs.

"As if you two need anyone else to sow discord in that relationship?"

He took the elbow hit, but his mouth didn't stop.

This person was Zhang Shuo, Jiang Linyuan's childhood friend and the head of the Academic Department of the Student Union; their ill-fated connection had lasted from elementary school all the way to university.

In every school, there is always that typical "science god" guy in the class.

Zhang Shuo was exactly that: a buzz cut, lean, eyes like torches, and a pair of square-rimmed glasses—he looked just like the answer key to an exam paper.

He was the type that if he chose 'C' on a multiple-choice question, everyone else would follow suit without hesitation.

Moreover, he was genuinely impressive; studying computer science, he had won gold medals in the Innovation Project, the Challenge Cup, and the ACM until his hands were soft, and his GPA was rock solid.

But unfortunately, he had the common flaw of a science guy: he was too dense.

Back in high school, a girl had a crush on him and used the excuse of studying to chat with him for a whole year.

There was zero progress in their relationship, but the girl's grades improved by leaps and bounds.

Later, whenever this was brought up, he would sigh with great annoyance:

"Damn it! She was treating me like a free tutor! And she didn't even pay!"

Back to the point, although Zhang Shuo was dense, it was fortunate that he was, at least this way, Jiang Linyuan didn't have to worry about any backstabbing.

Zhang Shuo glanced in the direction the girl who had just gotten Jiang Linyuan's WeChat had left, and said sourly:

"If only I could be like you."

Jiang Linyuan said earnestly:

"Shuo, you're different from others. Love is to you what a fish is to a bicycle."

Zhang Shuo replied without thinking:

"What does a fish have to do with a bicycle?"

"Nothing."

Jiang Linyuan said:

"Just like love has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Shuo was furious, and in a fit of pique, he let out a huff of indignation.

Just as the two were talking, a voice filled with slight anger suddenly rang out.

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"Is that how you ask questions when you come up here? Don't you know how to greet your seniors? Are freshmen these days so rude?"

Jiang Linyuan looked toward the source of the voice.

Whose Cherry Bomb is this? Exploding at the slightest touch?

Oh, it's that jerk Wang Yun. Never mind then.

"What do you mean by rude? Zhang Juntang hasn't heard of the MBTI on this form, so is it wrong to ask?"

Responding to Wang Yun was a girl with an angry expression, and beside her stood another girl with her head bowed.

The magical Binary Sister and the silly... innocent junior who could be swindled out of money for a pen.

Jiang Linyuan looked at the two confronting Wang Yun: they were Zhang Juntang, who had helped move luggage earlier, and Lin Yilin, who had suffered a chuunibyou outburst at the elevator.

"You don't understand it and you're still applying? Heh, that's why freshmen like you are the most troublesome."

Wang Yun squinted at them, speaking in a sarcastic, mocking tone.

"Is this the attitude a senior should have?"

"Call me senior, and if you're not used to it, just walk out the door. I'm begging you, okay?"

The argument between the two sides quickly drew the attention of everyone present. Most of the freshmen interviewing were confused, while the Student Union members frowned.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, Jiang Zeyun, the vice president of the Student Union, walked over and asked in a deep voice.

"I asked what the MBTI on this form meant, and he acted like this? Is this how the Star University Student Union treats freshmen?"

Lin Yilin said, extremely angry:

"Besides, why do we have to fill out this kind of thing for a Student Union interview?"

"You have an opinion on filling out a form?"

Wang Yun said dismissively.

Jiang Zeyun furrowed his brows, looked at Lin Yilin, and said:

"We are in the middle of interviews here. Please do not disturb others. This student, please step outside."

As soon as these words were spoken, it practically branded Lin Yilin as a troublemaker.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yilin was stunned for a moment, then asked indignantly:

"You don't care about his attitude, yet you blame me, a freshman, first? Is this favoritism?"

"I am not blaming you!"

Jiang Zeyun raised his voice, looked at the growing crowd of onlookers, and added:

"No matter what happened, we are in the middle of interviews here. Do not affect others."

"Fine, then let him come out with us, and we can argue it out properly."

Lin Yilin pointed at Wang Yun and said crisply.

"No, he still has to interview other students. Please stop causing trouble."

Jiang Zeyun said in a low voice.

Lin Yilin's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.

The Student Union members knew what kind of person Wang Yun was, so they guessed what had happened, but they pretended not to see it. After all, it was better to avoid unnecessary trouble.

Not to mention that the vice president was siding with Wang Yun; there was no need for them to do anything for a freshman they didn't know.

Lin Yilin looked around, but everyone avoided her gaze. Almost no one spoke up for her, and her heart turned cold.

Gritting her teeth, her eyes reddened, and she prepared to turn and leave.

It was stifling, so incredibly stifling.

Jiang Linyuan shook his head.

Jiang Zeyun spoke nicely, saying not to disturb others, but in reality, he was just morally coercing the Binary Sister.

He wanted her to suffer in silence.

What a piece of trash vice president, failing to capture even three-tenths of the essence of an official, yet putting on seven-tenths of the airs.

A certain general once said, the Student Union must consist of students!

"What trouble are you causing? I think it's quite good. Freshmen don't know much about our Student Union yet, so let them get to know it well and see how we handle things."

Jiang Linyuan stood up and strolled over to Lin Yilin's side:

"Junior, why are you so shortsighted to come and interview with this guy named Wang Yun?"

Having said that, he paused and raised his voice:

"You don't know, Wang Yun lives such a stifling life usually, so he just takes advantage of this time to bully the freshmen."

"Don't mind him, junior, just treat him like a patient."

As Jiang Linyuan spoke, he looked at the dazed Lin Yilin and chuckled softly:

"Obliviate, don't get worked up over a Dementor, junior."

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