Cooking club

Lin Yuxuan adjusted the camera angle.

“Alright, we’re starting the shoot.”

The two girls moved close to the lens, following the script they’d prepared.

Mu Yue appeared on screen first.
A cute little head popped into view,
her long crimson hair glowing like the evening sky.
Her angelic face, filled with innocent curiosity,
explored the surroundings—
symbolizing that this “up” was new to the Bilibili world and thus naturally inquisitive.

Then Lin Yuxuan entered the frame.

The moment she appeared, she stole most of Mu Yue’s space.
Hair whiter than fresh snow, paired with ocean-clear blue eyes,
she gazed at the camera with a mix of childish wonder and quiet curiosity.

Mu Yue, pushed partially out of the shot, pouted and playfully fought for space.
Soon, their faces were pressed cheek-to-cheek—
adorable, intimate, and perfectly framed for maximum cuteness.

It’s just acting! Just acting! Just acting! Don’t get the wrong idea, don’t get the wrong idea!

Lin Yuxuan repeated in her mind.

It’s all for the show! I’m not a lesbian!

Still, this was her first time being so close to such a cute girl—
her heart couldn’t help but race.

Xuanxuan is so close… She smells so nice… Ah~ Her breath is so warm…

Mu Yue was flustered too.

Her heart skipped a beat.
She could feel Xuanxuan’s warmth through their skin.
Their pulses, their heartbeats—
all mingled together.
The atmosphere grew thick, almost too intimate.

“Cut—!” Mu Yue finally broke first, calling for a stop.

Her legs had gone weak—she could barely stand.

Mu Yue always got weak legs when flustered.

“Okay, did we get it? Let’s check.”

Lin Yuxuan and Mu Yue leaned in together to watch the playback on the camera’s screen.

“We look so silly~”

“Yeah, hahaha!”

Both felt a little awkward—
but beneath that, an unspoken thrill lingered.

“Is this too cringey?”

“Nah, it’s fine! Internet culture loves abstract stuff.
We might actually get more popular like this.”

“Mm-hmm~”
In Lin Yuxuan’s simulator route, Mu Yue’s channel was a hit—
so following her lead was a safe bet.

Knock knock knock~

A knock came at the door.

“Come in~”

Mu Yue replied in her sweet, bird-like voice.

It was Li Yanan from the art club—the artist.

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Seeing Mu Yue and Lin Yuxuan sitting side by side, laughing and glowing,
Li Yanan felt she’d walked in on something delicate—
like she’d shattered a fragile, magical moment.

“No, not at all!”

“It’s fine, really!”

Both girls waved their hands in unison, smiling warmly.

“I just need to talk to Lin Yuxuan about yesterday’s commission.”

Mu Yue looked at Lin Yuxuan in surprise.

“Xuanxuan, you can draw?”

“A little. Just a hobby. I’m still learning.”

Lin Yuxuan smiled innocently.

“Just a little? Haha, Lin Yuxuan, you’re being modest.
With your skill, you could publish a full black-and-white manga—no problem!”

“Really? I still think my characters look kinda weird sometimes, haha.”

“Not at all! This art style doesn’t need to be ultra-detailed.
Your last piece exceeded the client’s expectations so much,
they thought we were trying to steal their job, haha.”

“Haha, really? That happened?”

(I just drew it casually… Guess the client’s comic skills aren’t great.
I’m only Painting Level 2… I wonder what Level 3 would be like.)

“Wait—did you finish it in one night?”

“Yeah, it took me about two and a half hours.”

Lin Yuxuan deliberately extended the time—
a veteran worker’s instinct.
If you finish too fast, clients think you’re overcharging.
Like the locksmith who takes 30 minutes for a 5-minute job
just so you don’t question the price.

“But I prepared work that should’ve taken days!
You’re faster than the original artist!”

Li Yanan was stunned.

“Huh?”

Lin Yuxuan was shocked too.
As a newcomer, she had no idea what a “normal” comic artist’s pace was.
Her skills were granted instantly by the simulator—
no learning curve, no struggle.
So naturally, she didn’t know industry standards.

Mu Yue, watching from the side, was amazed.
Xuanxuan wasn’t just skilled in cooking and photography—
she could draw too?

Xuanxuan’s interests are so broad… And she’s good at everything… So amazing…

Not only was Xuanxuan beautiful and sweet-voiced—
she had so many hidden talents!

Mu Yue felt like she’d just discovered a treasure.

She has to join our art club’s main branch!

“Your efficiency is incredible, but Lin Yuxuan, please rest when you need to.
I’ll send your payment via WeChat.”

Li Yanan said seriously.

“Mm-hmm, okay. Actually, I feel fine. Any more orders? I’d love to take more. Better than doing nothing.”

Lin Yuxuan, once the top overworker at her old job,
found this workload laughably light compared to her previous “lethal” workload.

“Great. I’ve got plenty of orders. I’ll send them all to you—pick the higher-paying ones.
Your skill level qualifies you for premium commissions.”

After finishing her instructions, Li Yanan transferred the payment via WeChat and left.

“Xuanxuan can draw too~
Our art club’s main income comes from commissions.
It’s been held up by seniors like Li Yanan,
but now that you’re here, they can finally relax a little.
Thank you, Xuanxuan~”

“No need to thank me~ Hehe~
But hey, Xiaoyue—why do you love cooking so much,
yet you’re the president of the art club instead of the cooking club?”

“That’s a long story.
I took over the art club mainly because it connects well with my family’s publishing business.
They run the company, so it’s convenient—two birds with one stone.
I can outsource my family’s commissions to our own club.”

“As for why I didn’t run for cooking club president…
that’s because the cooking club has suspended recruitment and elections.
Unless a new election is called, the current president stays.
So I’ve never had a chance to join.”

“Huh? Why? Doesn’t that violate the student council bylaws?
If they never hold elections, isn’t the current president’s position illegitimate?”

“There’s a reason. The cooking club is under ‘emergency status.’
The bylaws allow clubs to suspend elections during emergencies.
So technically, they’re using that clause to delay elections and stay in power.”

“That’s so unfair… If everyone did that, how would any club function properly?”

“Xuanxuan… speaking of that…
I just remembered something…
It’s almost time for afternoon classes…
And we still haven’t cooked anything…”

“Ah…”

Oh no!
She’d been so busy with filming and commissions—
she completely forgot her original mission:
to mooch a meal.