Chapter 74: Terribly Ugly

Club activities are the peak time for the rush of red envelopes. Even as Shi Qingqing was busy writing those ten large characters, she had already snatched quite a few red envelopes. Her phone battery dwindled from ten percent to six percent...

Every so often, her phone system would prompt: "A nearby group is snatching red envelopes, would you like to join?" Then again: "A nearby group is snatching red envelopes, would you like to join?" Shi Qingqing joined all of them.

She had no interest in whatever others were discussing. A casual glance revealed the topic revolved around the talented girl Lin, who had threatened to commit suicide for the sake of the national campus heartthrob...

People said she deserved it, said she was shameless and all sorts of things... As soon as a red envelope appeared, Shi Qingqing immediately received a pop-up notification, and tapped into it at rocket speed.

All those words boiled down to a single action: snatch!

"The club area really is a disaster zone overflowing with red envelopes. Haha, it's only been a few minutes and I've already grabbed dozens, my hands are getting tired!" Shi Qingqing was secretly delighted.

Her personal account balance kept climbing, already reaching more than twenty yuan.

"Not bad, at this rate, maybe it'll rise to fifty by the time school ends. Hehe, the progress bar beneath the word 'snatch' now shows 250 times, about a quarter of the total progress. Does this mean I have to snatch a thousand times to level up?"

Level zero to level one is ten times, level one to level two is a hundred times, level two to level three is a thousand times?

If it keeps increasing tenfold, then level three to level four would be ten thousand times? Level four to level five would be a hundred thousand times?

Who knows how many levels there are after that...

Oh my goodness!

She'd have to snatch until her arms break and her hands cramp to get through it! Should she start taking care of her delicate hands now? Or maybe she ought to grow two more pairs of hands, spider-woman style...

Ahem, she was thinking too much.

Shi Qingqing's imagination was running wild when suddenly a shadow loomed before her.

"This is your handwriting? It has no form or structure, it's ugly as sin. Did a human write this?" The bespectacled senior had returned without her noticing.

Shi Qingqing looked up. "Sorry, senior. I'm a beginner."

"A beginner must be even more rigorous in attitude. How can you write while playing with your phone at the same time?"

"I've heard about you—never paying attention in class, always playing with your phone, even been reported. Now you've come to the club and you're still playing? If you love playing with your phone so much, just go play with your phone. Why join our calligraphy club?"

...

Deng Hui's rapid-fire criticism drew the attention of everyone in the club.

"Looks like the president has an issue with the newcomer?"

"I don't know, but I don't like Shi Qingqing either. Zhan Shao wanted to buy her old antique phone and she wouldn't sell it, made Zhan Shao lose face. Who does she think she is?"

"Exactly, doesn't appreciate kindness. She dared to refuse Zhan Shao's request. Is she playing hard to get?"

...

Shi Qingqing remained unfazed. Hadn't she, Shi Qingqing, seen every kind of scene? She was used to the fickleness of people, their myriad faces; she could earn money, provide for her family, and had even—no, no, don't digress—been disrespectful to the national campus heartthrob...

Was she supposed to be afraid of a four-eyed frog whose words spat saliva everywhere?

"Heh, may I ask what your name is, senior?"

"Deng Hui!"

Shi Qingqing nodded, took out the club recruitment flyer, and read aloud: "Deng Hui, president of the Calligraphy Club, proficient in calligraphy, specializes in Yan style, has won excellent ranks in national calligraphy competitions several times, and is one of Master Liu Yixi's disciples..."