Garon hung up the phone, speechless. Reese could not stop talking when she was excited. She would not stop talking even if he gave her half an hour.
He looked at the time. It was still early. He would go to the freshman ceremony after dinner. He could use this time to walk around and understand the campus.
Just as he was about to leave, the door of the dorm was opened. Three tall, thin boys with glasses came in. The three tall boys were all wearing glasses. They were dragging their suitcases and chatting with each other.
The leader with glasses with a crew cut saw Garon in the dorm at first glance. He was stunned, as if he was blinded by the handsome guy's halo.
"This is great. There's hope for a dorm reunion …" He mumbled something that could not be understood.
"It's not just hope. Maybe we can even find Gianna's dorm …" The one with glasses behind him mumbled.
"Who else would dare to say that our dorm is poor and thin! Hahaha!! "The last boy laughed weirdly.
"Garon." Garon reached out and shook hands with the three of them.
"Messi." "Alexander." "Gatelin."
Three different accents of American English made it difficult for Garen to understand.
After the joke, they introduced themselves and chatted for a while.
Alexander had relatives here. He hurriedly went out to look for them. Gatelin had a girlfriend and went out with him. They also saw Garon's cold reaction. He seemed gentle and polite, but in fact, he kept a clear distance with everyone. This kind of person looked friendly, but in fact, he was difficult to get along with. Both of them liked to joke around and tell lame jokes. However, for some reason, Garen did not know what expression he should use in the face of their lame jokes. Should he smile, or should he smile, or should he smile …
Soon, the result of smiling came out. It was an awkward silence. When a person was telling a joke and no one laughed, he would immediately feel very uncomfortable and awkward.
So the two of them went out decisively.
Messi's personality was really rough. He did not care at all and started chatting with Garon. When he heard that he was going to walk around the campus, he insisted to go with him.
The two of them simply packed up and went out together.
They all changed into T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. After leaving the dormitory building, they didn't walk on the main road. Instead, they wandered around the lawn.
Together, they went to look at the campus near the school. There were three Weischer Spires in the school, one for each campus. Every day, a group of students would be chosen to knock on the spires.
The simple sound of the bell added a distant charm to the whole school.
"Isn't it cool? It feels like an ancient monastery, and we are the elite and mysterious monks, "Messi said excitedly, reaching out to grab the leaves of the trees that they passed by.
"It feels good." Garon nodded.
"I heard from my brother that Gullivier can choose a lot of clubs in his first year, but it's best not to join too many. The tasks in the first year are relatively heavy, and if he doesn't have enough energy, he will be rejected by many professional classes." Messi said casually. "What major do you want to enter?"
"I'm not sure yet. Didn't he have a year to think about it? Take your time. "Garon replied with a smile.
"I plan to enter computer science. I'm quite good at it, and once I'm familiar with it, I'll be able to find anything. Although Gullivier's computer isn't the best, it's much better than the ones outside." He walked as he spoke, squeezing the pimples on his face with his hands.
The two of them chatted along the way, and they passed by old, bustling buildings of different heights on both sides of the lawn. Most of them were decorated with arcs and triangles, and the walls looked like broken glass from afar.
On the lawn and by the side of the road, there were easels. Paintings of different sizes were placed on the easels, either in rows or scattered on a small piece of the lawn, forming a small art exhibition. A few students wandered around the exhibition, admiring the different styles of art.
Sometimes, there were students or professors holding cellos, accordions, flutes, and trumpets, playing in a daze on the lawn.
Other than that, there were more normal students who were holding brick textbooks and memorizing medical terms.
From a building far away, there were faint sounds of Bel Canto singing, probably some club was holding a concert.
Garon and Messi were inconspicuous among the students, and they walked slowly on the school's lawn.
They mingled until lunchtime, and they had a simple meal in the school cafeteria, paid with cash using their new student identification cards, and then went to the auditorium for the freshman ceremony.
The vice-principal gave a speech, and the heads of the three campuses gave a speech, and the crowd applauded.
Then, they gave out student IDs, cafeteria cards, library cards, and other necessities. There was also a medical card with a number on it. Every student would be assigned a doctor to treat their physical condition, and the card had the name of the doctor, the location of the department, working hours, and the appointment number.
If they felt that something was wrong with their body, they would have to make an appointment with the doctor in charge, and he would create a medical record for them. However, Garon probably wouldn't need that.
After the ceremony, the auditorium prepared to give a special lecture on the freshmen topics, to popularize the things that the freshmen needed to pay attention to.
Garon didn't listen, and he was pulled out of the auditorium by Messi.
There was already a large group of people waiting at the grassy field outside. It was just a simple table with a person sitting behind it. There was a wooden sign that said something about XX Club. The seniors in charge of recruiting people were at least pleasing to the eye. The big clubs were filled with handsome men and beautiful women. They used all kinds of methods and benefits to bombard the stupefied freshmen with unceasing bombardment.
At that time, there were a few freshmen who couldn't resist the temptation of the beautiful seniors, and they didn't even know the name of the club before they were pulled over to sign and join.
Messi had a clear goal, and he excitedly squeezed through the crowd, and pulled Garon to a remote corner.
'Beauty Appreciation Club', a few words were clearly written on a white wooden sign.
The senior sitting behind the table had a gentle expression on his face. Although his facial features looked handsome, they exuded a strong wretched temperament.
"Uh … I think I'll pass …" Garon saw that the senior's eyes lit up when he saw him, and he suddenly stood up and ran over, and he couldn't help but feel cold all over.
He glanced around, and there was a club recruitment area that seemed to be quite large not far away.
"I'll go over there and take a look." He quickly broke free from Messi, and strode towards the club.
Ignoring Messi's yelling behind him, as soon as Garon walked into the area, a few beautiful and gentle seniors came over. Each of them introduced the advantages of their own clubs.
Usually, handsome guys and beautiful girls were their favorite, and such high-quality resources were good enough to be a vase in the club, at least it was very tempting for the freshmen when they were recruiting.
Garon obviously belonged to this category of high-quality resources.
So soon, four or five beautiful seniors with different styles came over to him. Although in Garon's eyes, these beautiful seniors were far less beautiful than Raffaele, but in Gullivier where there were geniuses everywhere, they were considered very good.
The clubs here were all mixed martial arts, grappling, fighting, boxing, and so on.
There were all kinds of Sanda sects, and some were even sects from fighting games. Here, you could casually pay a club formation fee, rent a venue, and pull in a few people to form a club. As long as it wasn't anti-human or anti-social, the school would encourage and support it.
Garon's ears were filled with noisy introductions, and he couldn't help but frown a little.
"Junior Garon, why don't you join our martial arts club?" A slightly familiar female voice suddenly rang clearly in the midst of the noise, and her words were clear.
Garon looked towards the familiar voice, and it was Senior Serena who was leading the way for him. This fellow had changed into a tight black silk dress in the blink of an eye, the super short kind, but her legs were covered with tight white jeans and brown leather boots. Her hair was tied into a ponytail, and there was a muscular man beside her.
"How about it? Join us, if anyone bullies you, just say my name! It's up to you whether you want to learn martial arts or not. " Serena obviously had a target in mind when she first picked up the freshmen, no wonder the muscular girl in the beginning didn't dare to resist when she was oppressed by her.
"Martial arts club? The biggest one? "Garon noticed that it was the club with the biggest tables and the most people in this area.
"Yes."
"Sure." Garon agreed readily, Serena was the only girl he had seen in this school who could truly be considered a beauty. Fighting was also one of the things he was good at.
After getting his approval, Serena pulled Garon and walked towards the club. Along the way, there were a few other smaller clubs that wanted to continue persuading them, but they were all stopped by her.
After that, it was time to report his student number, dormitory, and register him in the foundation class. Under the friendly gazes of a bunch of muscular men and beautiful women, Garon gloriously joined the martial arts club and became a member.
Then, he was simply pushed to sit behind the table by Serena, and his first task was to sit here and be a mascot and signboard. The reward was that there would be someone to help Garon with all the things that the freshmen needed to solve and understand.
The few girls sitting beside Garon were very interested in Garon's personal information, and kept asking and teasing him.
The recruitment activity lasted until evening, and the sky was almost dark before the club members packed up and prepared to end it.
The martial arts club didn't actually have any heavy activities, just occasionally organizing training together, teaching and giving pointers, and in the club rented space, there would be internal sparring activities to determine the positions and status in the club, waiting for someone to kick down the door, and then they would step in.
Many martial arts enthusiasts also needed expert pointers, and the club would hold coaching activities from time to time, according to the position in the club, a certain amount of pointers would be given. It wasn't much, but once there were a lot of people, it would be a considerable income.
Of course, there were also free pointers, all of which were given by experienced enthusiasts in the club, people who weren't considered experts. Occasionally, the club would send people to participate in competitions outside, and even the school would give them a considerable amount of prize money if they got a good ranking.
The martial arts club once got a good result of getting third place in the National University Martial Arts Competition MBL, and often participated in international free Sanda competitions. They also had a certain amount of say in the school's board of directors. Naturally, the elite members of the club would also have a certain amount of privileges in the school. This was also the key reason why the martial arts club was becoming more and more popular.
From the mouths of a few senior sisters in the club, the club even spent money to invite the current World Champion of RAB last year, their senior's senior, Caxibo, to be their coach, and a few famous experts in the Unrestricted Martial Arts Competition to be their coaches, so this year's competition would definitely be more assured.
This kind of lineup, this kind of formality, was undoubtedly a huge temptation for martial arts enthusiasts.
Garon had only been sitting here for less than half an hour, and the club had already recruited more than ten people, which was simply fierce compared to other clubs.
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