That’s right.
At this point, many things no longer mattered.
Why Cheng ngxue died?
Didn’t matter.
Why he had lost his mory back then?
Didn’t matter.
Why the two of them had taken a detour instead of going to the exam center?
Didn’t matter.
Didn’t matter, didn’t matter, didn’t matter… none of it mattered anymore.
The only thing that mattered was—
[…Recover the Positron Cannon as soon as possible, send a ti-traveling text ssage, and bring Xiaoxue back to life!]
Whatever secrets Qin Feng was hiding,
whatever Nan Xiuxiu’s lingering presence was about,
all of it could wait.
First, he had to pull Xiaoxue back out of the worldline’s grave.
Holding the joint petition covered in signatures, Jiang Ran quickly left the screening room and went to look for Senior Yan Rui.
……
“You really are sothing else, being able to get your hands on sothing like this.”
Senior Yan Rui looked at the page filled with signatures and marveled.
“I dare say that although this club regulation does exist, actually using this rule to save a club… this joint petition is definitely the first case.”
Obviously.
Anyone with this kind of connections and capability would never run into the problem of their club being dissolved in the first place.
“Still, being able to delay the dissolution of the Film Cara Club by one year really is a good thing.”
After the initial shock, Yan Rui’s eyes were full of joy.
“I was honestly pretty upset thinking the Film Cara Club was going to die in my hands. But thanks to you, we’ve managed to extend its life by another year.”
“When the new sester starts and the freshn arrive, you’ll definitely be able to recruit more like-minded partners and rebuild the club properly.”
“Alright, let’s not dwell on that for now. Let’s head to the Club Managent Office first, restore the club’s status, and transfer the president position.”
“From now on… you’ll be the owner of this activity room, and the new president of the Film Cara Club!”
As he spoke, Yan Rui headed for the door.
While walking, he turned back.
“By the way, I still don’t know which school or major you’re from.”
“Uh…”
Jiang Ran scratched his head, unsure how to answer.
At this point, there was no way to hide it anymore. He could only be honest.
“Sorry, Senior Yan Rui. I didn’t get the chance to explain earlier. Actually… I’m not a student at Donghai University. I study at another school.”
???
Yan Rui’s eyes widened.
“What?”
He had never expected Jiang Ran to pull sothing like this.
“You’re joking, right?”
He laughed helplessly.
If Jiang Ran wasn’t even a student at Donghai University, then why care so much about the fate of the Film Cara Club?
It made no sense at all.
“Fine, I won’t dig into other questions. But the problem is…”
Yan Rui frowned.
“If you’re not a Donghai University student, how am I supposed to transfer the president position to you?”
“No matter what, a club president can’t be an external student, right? That would be ridiculous.”
Jiang Ran sighed, feeling equally helpless.
After all, on this worldline, he was just a junior college student.
What Senior Yan Rui said was very realistic. The club president position could be transferred to anyone—except an external student.
The best solution was to find a trustworthy student from Donghai University and let them serve as president temporarily.
After all, Jiang Ran’s goal was only the Positron Cannon. He didn’t care about the Film Cara Club’s survival at all. He just wanted to use the president’s authority to retrieve the Positron Cannon—nothing more.
Unfortunately…
Although he knew many people at Donghai University, after the historical trajectory changed, those forr friends didn’t know him at all, and there was no way to ask them for help.
Seeing Jiang Ran fall silent, Yan Rui understood that he was stuck.
Yan Rui himself wanted the Film Cara Club to survive. Looking down at the hard-won joint petition, he closed his eyes as well, thinking of a way out.
“Oh, right.”
He suddenly clapped his hands, rembering soone.
“Oh right, right. About two months ago, a sophomore girl ca to saying she wanted to join the Film Cara Club.”
“But at that ti, the club’s status had already been revoked, and I was busy with my graduation thesis defense, so I turned her down.”
“That girl really seed to love film photography—she was a genuine enthusiast. She grabbed and talked for a long ti… though honestly, I didn’t understand a word of it. I was only ever dragged into the club by my seniors to make up numbers myself.”
“If you don’t mind, I can call that girl over and let her take over as the Film Cara Club president. What do you think?”
Jiang Ran couldn’t have asked for more.
“That would be perfect!”
This was truly help arriving in the nick of ti.
He only wanted the Positron Cannon. He didn’t care who beca the Film Cara Club president—human or ghost, it made no difference to him.
“Alright, then I’ll call her over.”
Senior Yan Rui took out his phone and sent the girl a ssage on WeChat.
About ten minutes later—
A small, hurried figure rushed over.
“Really!?”
She stared in disbelief at the joint petition, then turned to Jiang Ran, shaking with excitent.
“Senior! You’re amazing! You actually brought the Film Cara Club back to life!”
“No, no, no.”
Jiang Ran waved his hands.
“I’m not a senior. We’re both freshn—sa year.”
“But you just look older than ~” the girl argued playfully.
Jiang Ran and Yan Rui looked at her speechlessly…
Petite figure, at most 155 cm tall—and that was with thick-soled shoes;
Soft, cute voice;
baby face;
wearing an adorable dress, with two little buns tied on her head;
This kind of chibi-style college student—who wouldn’t look older standing next to her?
If Jiang Ran saw her outside campus, he’d absolutely think she was an elentary school student. Just talking to her alone would feel like a cri.
During the ten or so minutes of waiting earlier, Yan Rui had already given a brief introduction.
This girl was nad […]Chi Xiaoguo[…], from Guangxi. On top of her petite build, her voice was naturally soft and sweet.
True to her na, she was an extrely cute little girl. She looked completely mismatched with sothing as old-fashioned as film caras.
“So that ans the Film Cara Club can continue, and I can join the club too!”
Chi Xiaoguo smiled, revealing two little tiger teeth, and looked at Yan Rui.
“Right, Senior? That’s how it works, right?”
Yan Rui nodded.
“That’s right. With this joint petition, as long as I transfer the president position to you, the club’s dissolution deadline can be delayed by one year.”
“If within that year you can recruit enough mbers, the Film Cara Club can continue normally.”
“Yay! That’s amazing!”
Chi Xiaoguo’s eyes sparkled.
“Sotis when I think about it, I feel like I’m just unbelievably lucky—so lucky I can hardly believe it.”
“A club that was about to be dissolved actually ca back to life at the last mont. It’s just like when I applied to Donghai University. I thought there was no hope at all, but who would’ve thought—”
[…In the end, I was admitted to the School of Art as the very last-ranked student in the entire school!]
“Hehe, when there’s no road ahead, a village appears beyond the dark willows;
lucky break after lucky break—it feels like things like that always happen to .”
……
The School of Art.
The very school Cheng ngxue had belonged to before the worldline changed.
Last-ranked.
That was unbelievably lucky.
Even one point less, or one more applicant, and Chi Xiaoguo would’ve been rejected, missing Donghai University entirely.
Hm?
Jiang Ran’s heartbeat slowed by half a beat.
One more person…
Last-ranked…
“What’s your major?”
A premonition had already ford in Jiang Ran’s mind.
“Don’t tell —it’s Art Design.”
“Huh?”
Chi Xiaoguo blinked, clearly having been guessed correctly.
She looked a little surprised.
“Yeah, Senior, I’m in Art Design, Class 2306. How did you guess…?”
Jiang Ran looked at Chi Xiaoguo and said nothing.
Art Design, Class 2306.
That was exactly the class Cheng ngxue had been in before the worldline changed.
Jiang Ran knew very clearly that Cheng ngxue’s class had a total of twenty-six students—ten male and sixteen female. There had been no one nad Chi Xiaoguo in it at all.
[…A closed loop.]
He had just figured it out.
[…This is the closed loop of the temporal butterfly effect.]
Each university major has a fixed number of admission slots.
Admit one more high-scoring student, and one lower-scoring student must be left out;
more people accepted ans more people rejected.
In the original worldline, Chi Xiaoguo had undoubtedly been one of those rejected—missing Donghai University by a single rank.
But after the worldline changed, history changed, and Chi Xiaoguo’s life trajectory changed with it.
Cheng ngxue died unexpectedly two years ago, which ant she naturally couldn’t fill out applications, and couldn’t attend Donghai University.
At that mont, the butterfly effect took place, reaching thousands of kiloters away and altering the life of a little girl from Guangxi.
Cheng ngxue’s absence freed up one admission slot in the Art Design program, allowing one extra student to be admitted.
And the girl who […]replaced[…] Cheng ngxue at Donghai University,
whose fate was altered by the butterfly effect…
Was Chi Xiaoguo.
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