Chapter 98: Confession

Tan Kaixuan was actually quite moved; he could see that Zhao Fusheng was genuinely worried about him, which was why he said what he did. But as he himself said, he was only a junior in university now, and family matters were not yet his concern. If not for the fact that Zhao Fusheng's information came from Zhu Yushi, even his parents might not have taken his words seriously.

"Alright, stop worrying about me. I'm about to try my luck with the advisor. I heard Qin Wentao has already recruited quite a few people." Tan Kaixuan said, putting his arm around Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng frowned: "Recruited people?"

"No, it's just that everyone is supposed to write a proposal and submit it. If it passes review and gets adopted, they can become interns. If two proposals pass, they can officially join."

Tan Kaixuan blinked, looking at Zhao Fusheng: "Do you have any inside scoop? Give me a hint."

Everyone in their dorm knew that Zhao Fusheng had a good relationship with Zheng Yao, and he had even helped her with a proposal before and received a bonus. Maybe he had inside information.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "I don't know either. It seems Qin Wentao is handling the specifics. I don't usually have much contact with Teacher Zheng."

It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but since the matter had already been handed over to Qin Wentao, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to meddle.

Zhao Fusheng was very clear on this point: work is work, relationships are relationships. After experiencing too many failures in his past life due to misguided interference, he had grown tired of so-called workplace politics. In his view, everything must follow rules. If rules are not followed, any enterprise will ultimately fail.

"Alright, I'll just give it a shot then." Tan Kaixuan nodded indifferently. To him, it wasn't a big deal, just an opportunity.

Zhao Fusheng said nothing more. That evening, Wen Yu and Wang Zhen returned to the dorm, and they chatted for a while, with the conversation revolving around the freshmen.

After all, they were all passionate young men, and the eternal topic in a boys' dorm was, naturally, girls.

"What kind of men do you think girls like?" Wen Yu asked his roommates while lying in bed. He had been on reception duty for freshmen today and had encountered quite a few beauties, from the School of Advertising and Media, as well as the School of Music and the School of Fine Arts.

"Handsome men." Wang Zhen was the first to answer.

"Talented men." Tan Kaixuan thought for a moment and refuted Wang Zhen's answer.

"Neither is right. I think they like guys with a sunny personality and a sense of humor." Wen Yu considered and said.

Zhao Fusheng didn't speak, because he felt that if he voiced his answer, it would definitely shatter these guys' illusions.

But unfortunately, even though he didn't want to talk, Tan Kaixuan wasn't about to let him off: "Old Zhao, what do you think?"

"Me?" Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then gave a light laugh: "Simple, rich men."

The dorm suddenly fell silent. No one spoke. No one knew what they were thinking...

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A person can start off ugly, but they can't stay a hick forever.

Zhao Fusheng had come to this conclusion after watching *American Dreams in China*. In the movie, Cheng Dongqing's transformation from a hick to a successful man made him realize that sometimes, people really need a direction to move forward.

And in Zhao Fusheng's view, his direction now was to make the most money and marry the most beautiful girl.

Why do folk songs always repeatedly mention dreams, hope, hometown, and distant places?

Mainly because they rhyme with 'girl.'

And the social development he had experienced in his past life told Zhao Fusheng: with money, you can do whatever you want.

So now, he didn't want to think about anything, because thinking was useless. First, go make money. With enough money, you can sweep away all obstacles. Without enough money, talking about feelings is childish, and talking about ideals is ignorant.

From a certain perspective, Zhao Fusheng's views might be considered materialistic. After all, this was 1999, on the eve of the millennium. People preferred to talk about the upcoming new century rather than, like a decade later, discussing how much money Daddy Ma made on Double Eleven.

But only he knew that life is sometimes like a comedy. Before we even understand what's happening, people who haven't figured out their own lives use a tone of 'for your own good' to admonish us: be mature, be sensible, learn to be slick.

Zhao Fusheng was well aware that the world outside the university was one where everyone vied to be a villain. Without decisiveness, a person often struggles to survive.

Fortunately, now he possessed stronger decisiveness than anyone else.

A person's life is divided into many stages as they age. From birth to ignorance, from ignorance to youth, from youth to adulthood. For society and family, the standard for whether a person is an adult lies in whether they can stand on their own.

So-called self-reliance means being able to live independently.

College life can be considered the last step before self-reliance for most people. It includes studying, getting certifications, failing courses, and naturally, falling in love.

But in Zhao Fusheng's view, using parents' money to fall in love wasn't exactly aboveboard.

Because it was autumn, many guys in the boys' dorm would, after lights out, stand at the dormitory entrance with phone cards, making calls, occasionally letting out a lecherous laugh that made you want to kick them.

At that time, mobile phones weren't widespread. Most students used phone cards—those IP magnetic strip cards that you inserted into a phone and could chat on for a long time.

"Old Zhao, your thinking is wrong." After a long silence, Wang Zhen suddenly said.

Zhao Fusheng was startled: "What?"

He had no idea what Wang Zhen meant. What thinking was wrong?

"Senior Dong isn't that kind of person." Wang Zhen sat up in bed: "I'm going to call her."

"What?" The others looked at each other, completely baffled by what this guy was up to. Calling Dong Chenxi in the middle of the night—was he crazy?

"I want to tell her, I love her." Wang Zhen declared earnestly, with a serious expression.

The entire dorm instantly fell silent. Whether it was Wen Yu, Tan Kaixuan, or Zhao Fusheng, they were all stunned by this guy's bizarre train of thought.

Before they could recover, Wang Zhen had already leaped out of bed, opened the drawer, grabbed the phone card Tan Kaixuan had stashed away, and went straight to make the call.

"Hey, hey, hey..." They couldn't stop him in time and could only watch as he dialed the number for Dong Chenxi's dorm.

Dong Chenxi was a senior, a year ahead of them, now in her fourth year. Speaking of which, it was Wen Yu who had helped Wang Zhen get that phone number. Though he had never called it before, he had memorized it by heart.

"Hello, may I speak to Dong Chenxi?" Holding the receiver, Wang Zhen's voice trembled slightly, but his tone was resolute.

Confession is always a somewhat nerve-wracking task.

But the next moment, the expression on Wang Zhen's face changed...