The same field, the same sunset, the same evening breeze.
Just like last year, the Hanfu Club had come here again, ready to attract new students in their own way.
The Hanfu Club had remained the same every year, but the people leading it changed every year.
Last year, it had been Liu Jianglai. This year, it was Luo Ye.
Those once-youthful faces, that group who had still called themselves freshmen, had now taken on the heavy responsibility of Jiangcheng University's student leadership.
To be honest, Luo Ye did not feel it that deeply.
In his mind, he was still a freshman.
It felt as though school had only just begun, yet graduation was already approaching. Time had passed so quickly that it left people unable to react.
On the field, An Zi and two other Hanfu Club members brought Luo Ye and Su Baizhou two sets of hanfu, one black and one red.
At the same time, the three of them wore hanfu in different colors as well. The five of them standing together looked like the Olympic rings.
The dance Luo Ye and Su Baizhou had performed together twice had already become the Hanfu Club's official dance. The dance materials had been uploaded to the Hanfu Club's group chat, where everyone could learn it.
At that moment, An Zi borrowed speakers from the music club next door and played beautiful classical music across the field.
Luo Ye and Su Baizhou stood before the other three. The five of them slowly began their movements. Though they had not received systematic training and were not perfectly synchronized, it was truly beautiful, drawing the attention of passing freshmen.
A performance in an ancient style appearing on a modern field had such overwhelming appeal that everyone passing by wanted to stop and