### Chapter 425: Pulling a Big Move
As soon as those words left her mouth, the entire scene fell silent.
Not just the club reps looking to recruit new members, but even the freshers preparing their talent show, all stopped in their tracks, eyes glued to the stage.
“Uh…”
Yuliya felt a tad embarrassed.
Sure, she might’ve gone a little overboard, but when it came to making an impact, she had to roll with it.
A few confused faces started asking around for the scoop.
Whispers spread across the crowd, and the way everyone looked at the petite girl on stage shifted slightly.
The freshmen gazed up at her in adoration, while the veteran members’ eyes sharpened, mirroring that dangerous glint.
After all, “excellence” students were as rare as unicorns. This year’s freshmen were a thousand strong, and she was the only one to earn that title.
Last year? Not a single one!
And there it was—everyone realized the “excellent newbie” was her!
Sure, this rating might change later on—after all, judging a student based on a single test is a bit one-sided.
But, no matter how hard others tried afterward, they could only aspire to “excellent.” Leaping from solid to excellent? Ha! Good luck with that!
For those with an “excellent” rating from the entrance exam, they just had to keep it up—way easier than trying to climb higher.
“Ahem!”
Yuliya cleared her throat, drawing everyone’s attention.
Even though she accidentally became the center of the spotlight, it was too late now.
Plus, she’d grown accustomed to such situations over time.
She turned to the senior beside her. “Hey, can I borrow this spot?”
“Uh…”
This was a coveted space they’d finally managed to secure for their club.
Just as she was about to respond, she caught the president signaling her from behind.
With a quick pivot, she said, “Ah, of course! We are the Fire Dance Club, merging flames and dance to unleash heat and passion. Everyone’s welcome to keep an eye on us!”
With that, she suave-ly exited, leaving the stage for Yuliya.
Yuliya pondered for a second before chiming in, “Yep, that senior really has an enviable figure. If you’re interested, definitely keep an eye on what she said.”
Once that was out of the way, she set her sights on those bothersome guys.
Male or female, they were all like hungry wolves, eyes gleaming green, as if they hadn’t seen a cute girl in centuries.
Talk about a headache-inducing charm.
But then Yuliya had an epiphany.
Wait a minute! They want me to join their club? I’m the one doing the choosing here!
So why was I the one with a headache? They should be the ones worrying!
In the midst of the lingering noise from afar, Yuliya spoke up, “If you want me to join a club, it’s simple. Your activities need to be engaging to me. After all, extracurriculars should be fun!”
“Perfect timing! We just borrowed a stage, so let all club representatives line up, take turns presenting, or performing. Each club gets three minutes.”
“Alright then, take ten minutes to prepare.”
“Uh…Senior, can I ask a question?” someone ventured.
“What’s your question?”
“What are you interested in?”
Yuliya smirked, “I’m interested in everything! Now let’s get prepping!”
With that, she set down her magical props and fell silent.
What am I into? Obviously, interesting stuff!
You’re just going to have to guess!
Hehehe… That’s the part that’s going to give you a headache—no way I’m just spilling it.
Truth be told, she had already ruled out many clubs with a mere glance, but come on, everyone deserves a shot, right?
Members from various clubs exchanged glances, some lining up, others calling for teammates, some preparing secret props, while others whispered in discussions.
“Let’s not stand too close to the front; those at the front are usually the guinea pigs. Let’s gauge the situation before making a decision.”
“Go grab that thing! We don’t need the main stage; if we catch that junior, our club’s victory is sealed!”
“When we go up, let’s unleash our ultimate move—no holding back!”
“Number One, be ready. When it’s our turn, sabotage their formation, and let them embarrass themselves here without waiting till over there.”
“Contact Dark Eagle, and try to stall them as much as you can.”
With schemes brewing in the audience, Yuliya on stage kept smiling, unruffled.
Honestly, she was having the time of her life.
Most whispers drifted into her ears.
Let’s just say, it was a bit thrilling.
Who would’ve thought inter-club rivalries could get this intense? It was practically turning into a spy thriller!
This was shaping up to be a grand spectacle!
As their plans went into motion, foot traffic in many directions surged.
A bunch of onlookers, especially those by the main stage, sensed something was up and began to look puzzled.
“Hey, what’s going on? Why does it seem like everyone’s running over there?”
“Beats me!”
“I heard they’re performing over there. That last act wrapped up so quickly, it was suspicious.”
“But isn’t this the main stage? What gives?”
“I heard our top newbie is picking a club over there. They’re probably going to check it out.”
“Top newbie? That ‘excellent’ rating, huh?”
“Heard the Thunder Strike Club is gearing up for something big—I’m going to see what’s going on!”
“Let’s go, go, go!”
Slowly, the crowd by the main stage thinned out, while the area around the “Fire Dance Club” mini-stage grew increasingly crowded.
Yuliya noticed this shift and sighed inwardly.
Eh, whatever! It’s not like I don’t want to see a good show—who doesn’t love watching a spectacle?
As time ticked down, Yuliya picked up her magical props and announced, “Alright folks, we’re starting now! Let’s welcome the first club to the stage!”
With that, she stepped aside.
Quickly, a trio of muscular guys strutted onto the stage.
The leader didn’t even need a microphone; he bellowed out, “Welcome to Power and Passion! Feel the strength, experience the passion!”
“Our power shatters all!”
“Our passion is unbreakable!”
“When our strength collides with our passion…”
The three shared a fierce glance, their tough demeanor softening, and then they bragged together, “Will never part!”
And with that, they fanned out in a triangle and began their routine.
Yuliya: …
The audience: …
MMP! What a grand opening!
Not even half a minute in, Yuliya shouted, “Next group!”
