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The autumn breeze gently brings a faint coolness. On the playground of Fenggu High School, colorful flags flutter like butterflies, decorating the sky of the campus. This is the annual club fair, turning the playground into a bustling ocean. Each club is like a warrior in the arena, striving to showcase their unique charm, hoping to plant their own flag in the hearts of new students.
In front of the guitar club's booth, the gentle sound of the wooden guitar flows like a mountain spring, harmonizing with the crisp nylon strings, plucking at the heartstrings of every youth. The senior members of the guitar club have nimble fingers, dancing lightly on the strings. Their confident and composed demeanor is like a magician of music, passing on the magic to every listener. The students watching around either sway gently with the melody or exchange excited glances, as before them unfolds not only a feast of music but also the launching of dreams.
Next to it, the Flowing Sound Society has created a futuristic small electronic music festival. The rhythm lights, like the brightest stars in the night sky, keep flashing, illuminating the entire booth. Senior students wear professional headphones, swiftly sliding their hands on the mixing console, as if they were controlling a ship sailing through the ocean of musical notes, leading every newcomer present to cross the ocean of music. The rhythm gets faster and the crowd unconsciously gathers in front of the booth, starting to sway with the music. Each beat adds some heat to the club's booth.
Amidst this lively atmosphere, the Dance Club's booth is undoubtedly the hottest spot. Explosive music rhythms accompany the dancers' precise and powerful dance movements, each one telling a story of youth. The dancers jump and spin, passionate as fire, leaving beautiful arcs on the playground, attracting many eyes. Brave newcomers occasionally join the dance circle, despite their awkward movements, their smiles are filled with love for dance and expectations for high school life.
On the edge of the playground, in contrast to the melodious tunes of the guitar club, the electronic melodies of the Flowing Music club, and the passionate dancing of the dance club, the badminton team's booth seems somewhat unnoticed. Liu Xing stands in the crowd, gazing at the bustling and extraordinary large clubs, feeling a hint of loneliness in his heart. The flyers in his hand are almost gone, with the words "Chasing Wind High School Badminton Team Recruitment" printed prominently on the small piece of paper, but it seems difficult to catch the eager eyes of the new students.
He tries to reach out to every passing new student, attempting to bridge the communication gap with the flyers, but all he receives are indifferent looks and casual responses. Beside him, Li Wei stands with his hands crossed in front of his chest, wearing a look of cynical mockery. He disdainfully looks around and smirks, "This is really stupid. We are the school team, yet we still have to recruit new members here like these clubs. It's truly laughable."
Liu Xing Although he felt the same way, he didn't want to give up just yet. After all, the badminton team was the pride of the school. Despite the lack of glamour compared to other clubs, he firmly believed that as long as someone was willing to join and experience the charm of badminton, they would definitely fall in love with the sport. He looked up and said to Li Wei, "Perhaps doing this will make us seem a bit...humble, but every great beginning starts with a small step. Isn't that true for our badminton team as well?"
Li Wei didn't respond, just gave him a sidelong glance, but didn't leave, still accompanying Liu Xing, facing the desolate reality and distant hope together.
At the badminton team's booth, team captain Chen Yong is using his magnetic voice to loudly promote, "Come on, join the Chase Wind High School badminton team, and experience the perfect combination of speed and passion!" His voice is full of inspiring power, trying to penetrate the surrounding noise and reach the ears of every new student.
Next to him, Zhang Min is also not to be outdone. He is holding a hand-drawn badminton recruitment poster and enthusiastically introducing the passing new students to the charm and past honors of the badminton team, hoping to arouse their interest. His sincere smile and determined attitude add some vitality to the badminton team's booth.
However, even with such efforts, it seems difficult to resist the popular charm of the adjacent anime club. Over at the anime club, several members are dressed in cosplay costumes. Although the quality of the costumes is not high, they exude a simple and sincere charm. Some are dressed as characters from Naruto, while others imitate classic poses from One Piece. Although a bit stiff, their presence is enough to attract students who are passionate about anime culture to stop and watch, and even take photos.
At this moment, Zheng You quietly observes everything, deeply aware of his companions' hard work and passion. Faced with such reality, he can't help but feel a pang of sadness. Finally, he sighs and gently pats the backs of Chen Yong and Zhang Min, saying softly, "Take a break, you're both very tired. Look at the anime club over there, even they are more attractive than us." There is a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
Chen Yong slowly withdrew the enthusiasm that he had originally wanted to penetrate the crowd. He glanced at the sweat on his wrist, those small beads of sweat formed by the steam, much like his current mood, seemed somewhat weary. He tried to maintain his usual enthusiasm, but at this moment, those words seemed more like encouragement to himself, rather than just a call to the new life.
Beside him, Zhang Min, whose face always had a smile that could infect others, had also lost its radiance at this moment. He was like a glow-in-the-dark toy that had been shining for a long time, gradually losing energy. The smile froze on his face, like an expression drawn on paper, no longer showing any warmth.
In the midst of this bustling and noisy scene, Zheng You's silence stands out even more. He stands quietly there, his gaze piercing through the crowd, watching the lively scene of the anime club. In his eyes, there is not only resignation, but also deep contemplation. In this situation, Zheng You feels a strange connection - whether it's those who love badminton or those passionate about anime, they gather here because of their love, just in different ways.
"Take a break," Zheng You's voice is softer than usual, as he pats Chen Yong and Zhang Min's shoulders. "Sometimes, we also need to stop and look at other people's worlds. Maybe, we can learn something from their passion."
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