That rich brat called Logan (1)
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Pottery Club President: Emmelyn, please come to the club building. Help me packing up the room because the pottery club has been disbanded by the school board.
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What?
I blinked few times, just to make sure that I didn't read the wrong text.
The pottery club had been officially disbanded? Why?
If I remember correctly, the club didn't disband right away in my previous life because that rude rich kid bought the pottery room for himself.
Were you telling me that kid hadn't purchased the room yet?
I gulped, thinking the worst case possible. If the club got disbanded, I had to join a random club or even get assigned to one by the teachers. I didn't want to join a club with tight competition in it. I didn't have resources yet!