"Haha, sorry, I'm not interested in any student clubs," Zhou Hong immediately refused.
"No way, our club president is the campus belle!"
"To me, once the lights are off, it's all the same," Zhou Hong chuckled.
The three roommates were speechless.
"Zhou Hong, let me show you a photo of our club president." Wang Wansheng, looking unwilling to give up, quickly took out his phone and found a picture. The photo showed a very pure, beautiful, and cute girl. Wu Jinbin and Huang Donglai, after glancing at it, felt like they couldn't look away, as if they were losing themselves.
Zhou Hong glanced at it and said with a smile, "So-so. Her chest seems a bit small."
"Damn, how much bigger do you want? This is at least a B+, and with such a high颜值, it completely compensates for this minor flaw." Wang Wansheng was speechless. Zhou Hong's standards were too high, and he was still complaining.
"Sorry, I really don't want to join your club." Zhou Hong stopped talking and smiled his refusal. He had seen too many campus beauties, so he wouldn't fall for this.
"Okay, Zhou Hong, can you play it again? I didn't get enough the first time," Wang Wansheng requested. In fact, he wanted to record a video and send it to their campus belle president.
"This...!"
"Zhou Hong, please agree. You played so beautifully just now, I didn't get enough."
"Alright then, I'll play it again. I was a bit rusty just now and didn't play well in several places," Zhou Hong nodded and said.
So, Zhou Hong played the same piece again in front of them. This time, it was his second attempt, and it sounded much more melodious than when he was still rusty.
"Wow, that's amazing," Wang Wansheng couldn't help but exclaim. He had secretly recorded it with his phone, but he didn't record Zhou Hong's face, as he had recorded it secretly from behind.
Wang Wansheng immediately opened WeChat and sent the recorded video to a friend named 'Club President'.
"Xiao Wang, what is this?" The club president immediately replied after the video was sent.
"You click on it and see first."
A few minutes later, the club president sent another message: "Xiao Wang, who is this playing the guzheng?"
"Haha, shocked, aren't you?"
"Mhm, it's too impressive. And the piece he played, I've never heard it before."
"He's also half my roommate now. I tried to invite him to join our Classical Instruments Association, but he refused," Wang Wansheng quickly said.
"Did you tell him that your club president is a beauty?" The other party sent a smiling emoji, seemingly quite narcissistic about her looks. However, it couldn't be blamed, as many students applied to join their association every day just to see her.
"I told him, but he said, 'Once the lights are off, it's all the same.'"
"What?" The other party immediately sent an angry emoji, seemingly encountering this type of guy for the first time. Which guy before wasn't a sycophant? And now someone said that once the lights were off, it was all the same. He clearly didn't take their campus belle seriously. She was the famous campus belle, yet he said that once the lights were off, she was no different from other women.
"You definitely didn't show her my photo," the beautiful president snorted slightly, feeling a little unconvinced.
"I did show her, but after looking at your photo, he didn't show much shock, and he even said...!"
"Said what?"
"He said your chest was too small."
"Your roommate's standards are too high! What gives him the right to be so arrogant? He just knows how to play the guzheng, what's so great about that? What's his major? When I come to school this afternoon, I'll go and meet him," the beautiful president said indignantly.
"Uh, is that necessary?" Wang Wansheng wiped a cold sweat. However, he also knew that this beautiful president had always been very proud of her looks. Today, being rejected and told she had small breasts, she must feel unhappy.
"He's in the School of Economics, Accounting Class of Year Two, his name is Zhou Hong."
"Okay, I'll go find him this afternoon. I see he's very proud of being able to play the guzheng, so I'll let him see that I'm not necessarily worse than him at the pipa. And I know many more instruments than that," the beautiful president said with a defiant look. She didn't know why she suddenly wanted to compete with Zhou Hong. Perhaps Zhou Hong's guzheng playing was indeed good, and she had initially appreciated him and wanted to recruit him into the association. But she didn't expect him to be so arrogant and self-important, so she felt displeased and thought of showing him who was better when she met him.
Wang Wansheng was speechless.
"Wansheng, who are you chatting with?" Wu Jinbin asked curiously.
"Haha, to be honest, I sent the guzheng music Zhou Hong played the second time to our club president. She also appreciates Zhou Hong and wants him to join the association. But I told her Zhou Hong refused. Now our club president is feeling unhappy and has asked me for Zhou Hong's class details. She said she's going to find Zhou Hong this afternoon to spar."
Zhou Hong, who was tidying up his bed, was stunned when he heard Wang Wansheng's words. The so-called beautiful president wanted to spar with him.
"Heh heh." Zhou Hong couldn't help but let out a wry smile.
"Zhou Hong, your previous evaluation of our club president has made her very unhappy. You said that once the lights are off, she's no different from ordinary women, and on top of that, you said she has small breasts. Let me tell you, she has always been confident about her looks and has countless admirers. Of course, most importantly, she thinks you are very proud of your guzheng playing, so she wants to teach you a lesson."
"How will she teach me a lesson?" Zhou Hong asked doubtfully.
"She wants to let you know how amazing she is with musical instruments. In fact, she is a genius. She knows more instruments than can be counted on one hand, otherwise, she wouldn't have become the president of our Classical Instruments Association in just her second year."
"Oh," Zhou Hong smiled faintly. Originally, Zhou Hong wanted to say that he also knew more instruments than could be counted on one hand, but then he thought that was on the Zi Xiao Continent. Now, on Earth, perhaps there were no instruments he was proficient in from his previous life, so there was nothing to say.
"Zhou Hong, the bed is all set," Wu Jinbin said at this moment.
"Okay, thank you."
Zhou Hong lay down on the tidy bed.
From now on, if he didn't go back at noon or at night, he would sleep here. The bedding on the bed was from Wu Jinbin and Huang Donglai, which he was borrowing for now.
Zhou Hong lay on the bed and browsed through videos on his phone for a while, but found it uninteresting.
So, he opened the Jinzhou University app again, wanting to see if there were any posts on the forum about him beating up Wang Zhicheng in the cafeteria.