I secretly dissed those guys for their extreme tastes, but it seems that tough girlfriends really are trending nowadays.

Dong Yifang took one last wistful look in the direction Han Sifan had left before leading us to keep wandering around the campus, checking out the clubs.

No surprises here—Tai Long joined a Taekwondo club. Even though he practiced Muay Thai, the Taekwondo club seemed to be the only martial arts-related group with a decent presence on campus.

As for Little Fatty, he found himself a food club. The group was full of greasy middle-aged men who spent their days researching cooking techniques. I couldn’t wrap my head around why our police academy even had a food club, but one glance at their banner, and it all made sense.

The banner read: Are you still worried about not having a strong physique and struggling to attract girls? Still troubled because the senior sisters only love muscular men? Join us! Together, we’ll conquer their fragile little hearts with delicious food.

I have to admit, that banner was pretty tempting. For a moment, I even thought about joining. But after some consideration, I decided against it. Tai Long and Little Fatty happily followed their respective club mentors to check out their facilities.

That left just me, Brother Xiang, and Dong Yifang wandering around. Eventually, Brother Xiang found his ideal club—the Photography Club.

Brother Xiang’s dream was to become the next Edison Chen. The Photography Club’s recruitment flyer mentioned that they frequently invited beauties from the Foreign Language College and other schools to model. That was all the convincing Brother Xiang needed—he signed up without hesitation.

Watching Brother Xiang leave with the club staff, I started to feel a bit lost. I had no idea what club to join. Cooking, Taekwondo, photography—none of it interested me. After wandering another lap around campus, I still hadn’t found anything that caught my eye.

Dong Yifang noticed my indecisiveness and asked, “Xiao Hui, what exactly are you looking for? We’ve circled the whole place, and you haven’t liked anything.”

“I want to join something unique, cool, and preferably with more girls than guys,” I replied confidently.

Dong Yifang stood there thinking for a moment. Suddenly, he smacked his forehead and said, “I do know of a club, but it’s kinda niche and, uh… weird. Want to check it out?”

“Where is it?” I asked, turning my head.

Dong Yifang led me to a secluded alleyway about fifty meters long. The dimly lit path felt a bit eerie. He pointed to the end of the alley and said, “Just keep walking straight, and you’ll find it. They don’t like coming out to recruit, so you’ll have to go to them. Anyway, I need to get back to my club to welcome some junior sisters.”

“Alright, got it,” I nodded and started walking.

The alley led to a bamboo grove. In the center of the grove stood a small wooden cabin.

My spirits lifted—this club had to be good. You can tell a lot about a club by its activity space, and this place screamed tranquility and class.

I approached the cabin, but there were no signs indicating what kind of club it was. I knocked on the door and asked, “Anyone here? I’m here to join a club.”

The door opened, revealing a scruffy-looking man in his thirties. He had stubble covering his face and a cigarette dangling from his mouth. He glanced at me and asked, “You here to join a club?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. “A friend recommended it.”

“Alright, come in,” he said, stepping aside to let me in.

The interior of the cabin was set up like a dojo, with a shrine to the Sanqing deities in the center. I was stunned by the arrangement.

The man pointed to a sofa and said, “Take a seat.”

I nodded and sat down, glancing around curiously. “What kind of club is this?” I asked.

The man let out a sinister chuckle, gave me a chilling look, and said in a low voice, “We’re the Ghost Hunting Club.”

“W-what?!” I exclaimed, jumping slightly.

The man seemed pleased by my reaction and nodded approvingly. “Do you believe in ghosts?” he asked.

“Uh…” Should I tell him I’d just fought with a ghost a few days ago? Instead, I said, “Ghosts… aren’t they just superstitions? They’re not real, right?”

“Short hair, short knowledge,” the man said smugly, clearly satisfied with my naivety. “So, do you want to join our club? I can show you a real ghost.”

“O-okay,” I stammered, starting to feel a little intrigued. This seemed oddly fitting for me. Now I just needed to see how skilled this guy really was.

“Great. Sign here, and you’ll officially be a member of the world’s top ghost-hunting organization, SBYG,” he said, handing me a contract.

The document was straightforward: no quitting once you joined, and all members had to follow the president’s orders. I didn’t think much of it and signed my name.

Afterward, I asked, “Is SBYG the name of our organization? Why does it sound so weird?”

“SBYG is the name we use when we’re out saving the world. You can’t just go around saying you’re a university student, can you?” he replied, nodding approvingly after seeing my signature. “Our initiation ceremony starts at 7 p.m. tonight. I’ll let you meet a ghost then—it’ll be a real eye-opener for you.”

“Alright,” I nodded.

While waiting, we chatted. I learned his name was Zhang Daozhang—literally Zhang Daozhang. He even showed me his ID to prove it.

I couldn’t help but think his name was incredibly badass, so I just started calling him Daozhang.

Zhang Daozhang threw an arm around my shoulders and boasted, “Kid, let me tell you, I started hunting ghosts at five, defeated a zombie king at fifteen, and now at twenty—”

“Wait, wait, you’re twenty?” I interrupted in shock.

I was eighteen but looked like I was fifteen. This guy, who looked at least thirty, was twenty? Zhang Daozhang pulled out his ID again. Sure enough, he was twenty.

By six, he even got me a boxed meal. He seemed like a good guy, even if he liked to brag. Time flew, and soon it was 7 p.m.

That evening, all the clubs were hosting welcome events for new members. Zhang Daozhang checked the time and said, “Alright, let’s go. I’ll take you to the famous haunted house on campus. Did you know this area used to be a mass grave? I used my magic to seal all the ghosts into that house, which is why the campus doesn’t have hauntings anymore. That’s also why we got such a prime spot for our club.”

I could only nod blankly. I still wasn’t sure how powerful he actually was.

Then, Zhang Daoist led me toward a villa at the northernmost part of the campus.