200: Chapter 200 Materials Passed

"So... just lying there? No reports to submit, no competitions to run?"

"Then can I bring a Bluetooth speaker to play some music?"

"The rooftop is great. I've wanted to go up there and enjoy the breeze for a long time, but I never had anyone to go with."

Chen Siqi hadn't left yet. She pushed up her glasses, her expression unusually relaxed for once. "This line of thinking is quite fresh. It's completely different from those competitive or skill-based ones. When applying, we can lean towards 'mental health' and 'stress management.' The department shouldn't block it."

Wang Hao got more excited as he spoke, grabbing Jiang Chen's arm again. "Chenzi! What do you think?"

Jiang Chen unhurriedly pulled his arm out of his grasp, his tone as flat as ever. "Simple, no fuss. It's good."

"That's all I needed to hear!"

Wang Hao pulled out his phone and opened the memo app, his ten fingers flying across the screen.

"Lying Flat Research Club... a themed location every week... lying on the lakeside grass, lying on the rooftop at sunset, lying on beanbags in the library... we can even have an 'Ultimate Lying Flat Competition' at the end of the semester to see who can stay on the mat the longest. The champion gets a 'King of Lying Flat' certificate!"

He spent a while writing furiously with his head down, then suddenly looked up and gave Jiang Chen a fawning grin.

"Chenzi, about that... could you help me draft a first version of the charter and activity plan? The imagery is very clear in my head, but I get stuck when it comes to putting it on paper. You know how I am."

Jiang Chen glanced at him and didn't say anything.

Wang Hao immediately pressed his hands together, his expression sincere to the point of being hyperbolic. "Just build a framework! Just help me organize the safety clauses and activity flow; I'll fill in the specific content! Your writing is ten thousand times more reliable than mine. That last class report you helped me edit for ten minutes got an 'Excellent' straight away. You can't let this talent go to waste."

"I'll handle the first draft."

Jiang Chen picked up his unopened cup of soy milk, opened it, and took a sip. "You fill in the details yourself."

"No problem! I definitely won't let your efforts go to waste!"

Wang Hao felt as if he'd been granted a grand pardon. He turned to Chen Siqi and said, "Study Representative, I'll leave the application materials to you. Let's try to get them to Old Zhou before the end of the day and be the first class in the department to submit our forms!"

Chen Siqi made a few notes in her notebook and looked up at Wang Hao, a rare hint of a smile appearing. "Lying Flat Research Club—are you sure Old Zhou won't think you're organizing a mass strike when he sees this name?"

"That's why we need your application materials to be written a bit more seriously!" Wang Hao said righteously.

"The subtitle will be 'College Student Stress Management and Life Aesthetics Practice.' It sounds high-end and sophisticated. Who would dare block it?"

Chen Siqi shook her head helplessly and left first with her notebook.

That afternoon, Jiang Chen sent the drafted charter and activity plan to Wang Hao.

The document's framework was clear, the safety clauses were airtight, and every step of the activity flow from check-in to check-out was listed plainly. He even added sunscreen reminders and emergency plans for insect bites for outdoor activities.

After receiving it, Wang Hao sent five thumbs-up emojis in a row. He then spent two hours filling in the details, giving each activity session a flashy theme name.

"Lakeside Breeze Light Lying Day," "Rooftop Sunset Zoning Out Plan," and "Library Deep Recovery Special."

The more he wrote, the more excited he became. Finally, he changed the club's mission statement to eight characters: "Lie Flat Scientifically, Rest Legally."

Early the next morning, Wang Hao dragged Chen Siqi to the department office to submit the materials.

Zhou Mingyuan sat behind his desk, holding a thermos. He flipped through the pages one by one, reading the charter and then the plan. After finishing the plan, he flipped back to check the club's name again.

He took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, looked up at Wang Hao, then down at the materials. It took a long while before he spoke.

"Lying Flat Research Club."

"Yes."

"Subtitle—College Student Stress Management and Life Aesthetics Practice."

"Right, right."

Zhou Mingyuan put his glasses back on. His mouth twitched slightly, though it was hard to tell if he wanted to laugh or sigh.

He flipped to the safety plan page again and read through it line by line. He found that the accidental injury emergency process, outdoor activity safety instructions, and pre-approval requirements for venues were all written clearly. The format was so standard it looked like a template from the University Student Union's Public Relations Department.

He closed the folder and signed his name in the approval comments section of the application form.

"The materials are fine; I've passed them on my end. They'll be sent for departmental review this afternoon. There shouldn't be any issues."

He handed the materials to Wang Hao, paused, and added, "The name isn't very serious, but the content is. Do it well, and don't turn it into a mass truancy club for me."

"Don't worry, Teacher Zhou! We will definitely be the most positive club in the school!" Wang Hao promised, patting his chest. His hands were slightly trembling as he took the materials.

That afternoon, the materials were sent to the department for review.

The head of the Department of Finance was a female professor in her early fifties. She wore gold-rimmed glasses and maintained a serious expression throughout the review.

When she reached the page with the club's name, her eyebrows quirked, and she looked up at Zhou Mingyuan.

Zhou Mingyuan stood beside her and added without changing his expression, "It's a spontaneous student creative project focusing on mental health. The safety plans and activity charter are very well-regulated, providing a point of differentiation from the ball games and E-sports Clubs of other classes."

The Department Head flipped through a few more pages, paused for a moment on the safety plan section, and then picked up a pen to sign.

The club's approval was officially granted.

When the news reached the class group, Wang Hao sent twelve WeChat messages to Jiang Chen in a row. The content was highly repetitive, with only one core piece of information: The Lying Flat Research Club was officially certified and established!

After the news of the club's establishment spread through the department, other classes had mixed reactions.

The Basketball Club of Class One and the E-sports Club of Class Three didn't take it very seriously.

What kind of competitiveness could a lying flat club have? But when the club recruitment promotion period arrived, the situation began to exceed everyone's expectations.

Wang Hao asked a senior from the Design Department to help create a recruitment poster. The design was minimalist to the extreme: the entire poster had only a pale blue gradient background with a silhouette of a white lounge chair in the center and a line of small text at the bottom.

"Come here, you don't have to do anything."

There was no QR code and no registration link, only the club's name and the phrase: "First session TBD, please follow the bulletin board."

As soon as this poster was put up on the school bulletin board, someone took a photo and posted it on the Campus Wall that evening. The number of shares skyrocketed at an unexpected speed.

Comments from freshmen, sophomores, juniors, and even graduate students popped up. The comments were so uniform they seemed coordinated: "Someone finally did what I've always wanted to do," "Are you serious about not having to do anything?", "When is recruitment? I'll bring my own mat," "Is there a group for this club? Someone add me."

Wang Hao squatted on his dorm bed scrolling through the comments, so excited he almost fell off the top bunk. He sent five screenshots in a row to Jiang Chen: "Chenzi, look!! It's a hit!! A total hit!!"

Jiang Chen replied with four words: "Wait until recruitment starts."

At noon the next day, Wang Hao cornered Jiang Chen in the cafeteria, dragged him to the Pickled Fish Rice Noodles window, and forced him to sit down. He shoved chopsticks into his hand and placed a soy milk in front of him, his expression impatient.

"Chenzi, when are we doing the recruitment? You haven't seen the comments. Yesterday alone, nearly a hundred people asked me when registration starts. If we wait any longer, I'm afraid their enthusiasm will fade and they won't even want to lie flat anymore."

Jiang Chen picked up his chopsticks, grabbed a piece of pickled fish, ate it unhurriedly, took a sip of soy milk, and then spoke: "What's the rush?"