Chapter 13

Li Siyu pursed her lips, pointed with her chin at the table ahead, and said, "You're handsome, so can you just randomly put a hat on me?"

"I've already made it clear: have his girlfriend Chen Qian write a similar work that surpasses mine, and then I'll have nothing to say."

"Or if he himself could produce something like a work, otherwise I'd hardly avoid suspecting that someone like him coming here just wants to peek at the girls, after all our Literary Arts Club has many female members."

The man sitting on the sofa suddenly lifted his head to look at Jiang Cheng, his expression not looking good.

Jiang Cheng raised an eyebrow, pretending to be Der, huh? Did you hear? Your woman said I'm handsome.

Su Peng stood there, speechless. He's the type who isn't low-key but acts low-key, never bringing up his family, so at school he's no different from an ordinary poor student.

Without family backing, he's not afraid to fight, but put a poem in front of him and he's useless, isn't he?

All he's thinking about right now is killing Liu Tao!

You damn iron-pumper, what are you doing running over to play with people who use brushes? Playing with hair? Jiang Cheng glanced at the table; a large sheet of white paper lay spread out, with a poem written on it.

Ladies' Aspirations

In red makeup she can still outshine heroes; her lofty aspirations reach the clouds, never ending.

She won't let men compete for the sun and moon; she dares to swing her long sword and shatter the heavens.

Her heart holds a thousand waves of the vast sea, her eyes reflect the stars. Just glancing at it, Jiang Cheng thought: 'This pile…'

At that moment a girl walked over from the side, she timidly glanced at Jiang Cheng, then took Chen Qian's hand and said, 'Qian Qian, let it go, don't be angry—today's unpleasantness, let everyone calm down; after a couple days when the anger fades we'll still be friends.'

The several students who had been watching also joined in urging restraint.

But they basically all said to let Chen Qian forget it and take her friends away first.

They all knew Chen Qian was exceptionally talented, while Li Shiyu had long shown jealousy and exclusionary attitudes.

Of course, in a place like the Literary Arts Club where talent is paramount, Li Siyu can't do anything about Chen Qian.

But this time, I don't know why Li Shiyu was able to write such an overbearing, excellent poem!

So on the surface it seems Li Siyu is preventing Liu Tao from coming here, but actually she's provoking Chen Qian.

They don't want to offend Li Siyu, so they can only persuade Chen Qian.

Based on their understanding of Chen Qian, she basically couldn't write a poem surpassing Li Siyu's current work.

Looking at Liu Tao again, with his thick build, it's even more impossible for him to produce any work.

"You say write and you write? It's just the club fee—I'll pay it."

Su Peng suddenly thought of an opening: he can't do anything else, but he has money! Outsiders aren't allowed here, but if he pays the fee he should be able to come, right?

"Fine." Li Siyu said with a sneering face, "Each of you pay one thousand."

"What for?" the good-tempered Li Qian frowned and asked.

Su Peng looked at her, bewildered: "Isn't it just paying to join the club? No problem."

But Chen Qian said, "Joining the club is clearly 481 yuan, so why charge them one thousand each?"

One thousand yuan is about half a month's living expenses; for a student from an ordinary family like hers, that's a considerable sum.

"What?" Su Peng, who had just thought he'd settled things, had his eyes blaze with anger!

They were clearly just stepping on people!

"Exactly, others are four hundred eighty, no doubt." Li Siyu crossed arms and said, "But look at those few of them—who looks like they genuinely joined the literature club? I have reason to suspect their purpose in joining the literature club is sinister. Let's just say whether they pay the one thousand yuan or not; if not, they leave."

"Other classmates all support, no objections, right?" After Li Siyu said that, she looked around at the others; those people hurriedly avoided eye contact, none daring to meet Li Siyu's gaze.

Li Siyu's boyfriend is willing to spend money for her, he gets along well with the student union, and moreover, many of the literature club's activities are funded by him.

So no one is willing to openly oppose Li Siyu for Chen Qian's sake.

Li Siyu's neighbor Wang Qi, a girl with freckles on her face and hair tied up, eyes rolled around a bit, then spoke: "I can't write a poem, and I don't want to pay the fee; if you let them join the literature club, then others will find out and we'll have to say our literature club is some unreliable place, and our reputation will be ruined."

"I think we should just forget it, you guys go."

"You're just trying to curry favor with Li Siyu, aren't you?" Chen Qian, already angry to the point of red eyes, stared at Wang Qi, "Worst case, I'll quit the club!"

"That's no fun." Liang Chuqin, who had been silent beside them, suddenly spoke: "If you're not convinced, let's have a showdown."

She had a head of big wavy hair, large eyes, perhaps with false eyelashes, very lively.

She wore a beige checkered T-shirt; the T-shirt's cut was special, able to wrap her considerable strength without looking odd; below she wore denim shorts and white sneakers.

Her legs were proportionate, making them look very long.

Jiang Cheng had noticed her long ago; her looks could score over eighty, but at first glance she seemed like a very mischievous girl; however, among this group in the literature club, she was considered the one who seemed most spirited.

Liang Chuqin walked to the middle, tapped her fingers on the table, pursed her lips and said: "One who bullies others with power, when they have the upper hand, they just trample on people."

"One who is inferior in skill just feels wronged and wants to cry."

"Treat this as your own home; it's not an opponent, if you get hit, you just stand at attention."

"Liang Chuqing, who are you talking about!" Li Siyu glared, "This isn't your business, please don't interfere!"

Her words obviously weren't that firm; one can see her attitude toward the girl called Liang Chuqin is different from Chen Qian's.

"What's wrong?" Liang Chuqing sneered, "You bought a poem from who knows where, and you still plan to step on me?"

"You! I don't want to argue with you!" Li Siyu's eyes turned red with anger, but she didn't dare to get entangled with Liang Chuqing, because this poem was truly bought by her boyfriend spending money for her.

Moreover, Liang Chuqin is no pushover; in his understanding, Liang Chuqin is a true-born rich young lady, far more confident than someone like her who relies on a man for support.

Her purpose today was to suppress Chen Qian, and for that she even persuaded her boyfriend to buy a poem.

Who would have thought, Chen Qian even brought her boyfriend today, so stepping on them together would be even more satisfying! But besides that, she dare not cause extra trouble with Liang Chuqin.

Liang Chuqin saw Li Siyu not refuting, gave a cold laugh, put one hand on her hip, looked at Chen Qian and them, finally her gaze lingered on Jiang Cheng's face.

"It's just that simple, don't beat around the bush; she wants to step on you, if you're not convinced, show your ability."

Then she glanced at the fuming Liu Tao and Su Peng, "In this place, shouting and yelling is useless; if you can't show your ability, you have to accept it."

Fuming!

Embarrassed! Su Peng and Liu Tao, both of them, were clearly set up by this woman, their retreat completely cut off.

Saying anything now just looks like impotent rage! But what this woman says sounds like she's not favoring anyone.

Rather, it's stating the facts, pulling away the fig leaf! For Su Peng, Liu Tao, and the others, this situation truly allows them to retreat and leave; later they can think of a way to turn things around.

But he's unwilling! Jiang Cheng watched his two roommates being rebuked, their faces and ears turning red.

He sighed, serves me right that the fat water flows into my own field. If such a trivial matter requires a beating, then later when entering society, won't even his mother know who beat him? He stepped forward and reached out.

"Bring the pen."

(End of chapter)