Bab 526: What a pity for what? 525.

The originally sparse gymnasium was now bustling with people, the sports equipment all cleared away, and the spacious square area divided into equally sized grid-like spaces.

Each grid represented a club, with the club's name posted at the top, a pull-up banner with a brief introduction of the club on the left, and two tables placed inside the grid, neatly arranged with registration forms.

When the three of them entered, each member responsible for recruitment in front of the grid was armed with a stack of flyers, enthusiastically greeting the underclassmen passing by.

"This young lady, consider joining our board and card club? We have everything from Go, Chinese chess, military chess, gomoku, to script murder games!"

The girl, originally dismissive of the two as nothing more than no-good swindlers, was suddenly taken aback.

"You guys have script murder games?"