Flowers bloom on two sides, each showcasing their own beauty.
Han Mingyue had barely seen off Zhen Yu two days ago, when the club notified him of another meeting.
Goodness knows! Barely half a semester had passed! This was already an uncountable number of gatherings since he joined the club, and if one could really exchange some useful ideas for writing during the meetings, then wasting a bit of time would be acceptable and justifiable!
But the crux of the matter was that there were only so many people in the club!
After the newcomers joined, there might be a novel excitement at first. But as everyone became familiar with each other, those who 'shared the same stench' had already gathered together and formed their own cliques, communicating and bonding privately.
For those who hadn't found like-minded peers, such as Han Mingyue, attending more of these meetings was practically meaningless.
