Excuse me, wasn't this just a normal broadcasting club?

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Ah, seriously, why do they make us join clubs? It's so annoying. ..It's not like they're going to treat us anyway.

Hey, come on~ Doesn't the broadcasting club look good on your student record? That's a win, you idiot.

A loud smack on the back followed by a small curse echoed through the hallway.

Ow, damn, that hurts. You're just unnecessarily strong, man.

As they continued their conversation, a creepy entrance with a slightly rusted handle greeted them as the supposed broadcasting room.

Sigh, hey. So this is the broadcasting room? It looks terrifying.

What are you talking about? Stop whining. As long as the record looks good, that's all that matters. Let's just go.

He sighed and pushed the door open. The sight that unfolded before them. Various medical equipment shoved into a corner, along with broadcasting gear and one large table.

..Hey, you crazy bastard, you said this was the broadcasting room. Who puts medical equipment in a broadcasting room? Did we come to the nurse's office by mistake?

What are you talking about? This is the broadcasting room—

Suddenly, the sound of a slap on the back, followed by a moment of silence, and then a single sentence.

Ah, what the hell, why did you hit—

Crazy. Hey, look at this. Hey. It says this is a 'Non-Human Clinic'.

While clutching his aching back, a sudden hollow laugh escaped his lips. Do you have any idea how rare a place like that is, damn it.

..Huh, what? Hey, you've finally lost your mind—

A poster was shoved in front of his face, and underneath the recruitment notice for the broadcasting club, a very small sentence was written.

Club for Non-Humans Only

..He froze for a moment, still clutching his back. No way, is this for real? ..Damn. Is this actually real?

After a moment where not even the sound of breathing could be heard, a wide grin spread across his face.

…Hey. Don't you think this club activity is going to be pretty exciting?