Chapter 0110 Woof Woof Woof

Zhao Fusheng's words naturally pleased his parents, but they didn't really take them to heart.

In their eyes, although their son was now making money, he was still a child.

Things like advertising creativity relied on inspiration; what if one day Zhao Fusheng ran out of inspiration? Wouldn't he just eat through his savings?

So, Dad and Mom Zhao's main focus remained on the supermarket.

Seeing that it was still early, Zhao Fusheng smiled at his mother and said, "Mom, I think I'll go back to school to sleep tonight."

Dad Zhao frowned. "We have room at home, why don't you sleep here?"

After Fan Bao Bao went to college, Li Yuan and Fan Bei Bei lived in the bedroom that originally belonged to Zhao Fusheng. Dad and Mom Zhao had one room. If Zhao Fusheng came home, Mom Zhao could go sleep with Li Yuan, leaving Zhao Fusheng and his father in one room.

Clearing his throat, Zhao Fusheng gave his father a knowing look, then shook his head. "Dad, I don't want to end up like Mom, going out to move bricks in the middle of the night."

"Huh?"

Dad Zhao was taken aback. Before he could speak, he saw Mom Zhao jump to her feet and glare at her son. "You little brat, get out of here now, or you'll miss the bus."

Instinct told Dad Zhao something was off, but with his son at home, he didn't feel comfortable asking. He could only watch helplessly as Zhao Fusheng was pushed out the door by his wife.

When Mom Zhao turned around, Dad Zhao asked curiously, "What were you doing moving bricks in the middle of the night?"

"Nothing, nothing. The kid's just talking nonsense." Mom Zhao gave an awkward smile and said casually.

"Oh." Dad Zhao didn't think much of it.

At that moment, Zhao Fusheng was strolling leisurely around his neighborhood.

This incident dated back to his high school days. Once, Zhao Fusheng got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and saw his mother carrying three bricks from outside. Curious, he followed her and watched as she entered the bedroom and placed the bricks on the blanket on his side.

At first, Zhao Fusheng didn't understand, but later, when he heard his mother complain to Li Yuan about his father's restless sleeping, he finally figured it out.

As a clever son, Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't expose his mother; he only occasionally used it to tease her.

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When he returned to the dorm, only Wen Yu was there, idly playing a single-player game on his computer. The other two guys were, needless to say, out with their girlfriends.

"What's up, got dumped?" Zhao Fusheng said to Wen Yu with a smile.

Wen Yu nodded. "You bet. That bastard Wang Zhen, once he got a girlfriend, he claimed he was giving me space to be alone, but he spends all his time hanging around Dong Chenxi."

"Cut him some slack. After all, the guy was single for so many years." Zhao Fusheng joked. "His left hand hasn't complained yet, so you should be grateful."

"Huh?" Wen Yu was taken aback, then caught on to what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Regarding the question of which is more important, the left hand or a girlfriend, many men surely have their own opinions.

"By the way, I want to ask you something." Wen Yu played games for a while, then suddenly said to Zhao Fusheng.

"What's up?" Zhao Fusheng looked up.

"That day when Kaixuan and I got into a fight, Qin Wentao came rushing over to help. Do you know what that was about?" Wen Yu looked at Zhao Fusheng, asking seriously.

"What's the big deal? We're in the same class; he couldn't just stand by and do nothing, right?" Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

Of course he knew why, but there was no way to explain it. He couldn't exactly tell Wen Yu that Qin Wentao had stepped in because of his relationship with him.

"He's not that kind of person." Wen Yu curled his lip, shook his head, and said nothing more.

Since he stopped asking, Zhao Fusheng didn't bring it up either. The two simply went about their own business.

By evening, Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan had returned to the dorm. The four chatted idly for a while, listening to Wen Yu mutter a few words about the pretty freshmen in the new college cohort, then turned off the lights and went to sleep.

When Zhao Fusheng got up the next day, Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan were already gone, apparently off to eat with their girlfriends. Faced with this kind of abuse of single people, he could only express contempt but had no other recourse. So he went to the cafeteria with Wen Yu for breakfast, then headed to the classroom.

As soon as he entered, he saw Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia getting all lovey-dovey. Whatever Tan Kaixuan had said, Hu Xia's cheeks were slightly flushed as she giggled softly.

"Why do I feel like kicking Old Tan every time I see him now?" Wen Yu said to Zhao Fusheng, holding his books and notes.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Because he hurt you and then just smiled it off..."

"Hmm, makes sense." Wen Yu nodded, agreeing with Zhao Fusheng.

It wasn't until just before class that Wang Zhen hurried in, squeezing in next to Zhao Fusheng and the others, his face full of bliss.

"Can you stop smiling?" Wen Yu said irritably. Clearly, Wang Zhen's grin was really getting to him.

"If I don't smile, should I cry?" Wang Zhen replied.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yu restrained himself from kicking the guy next to him out, turned to Zhao Fusheng, and said, "Old Zhao, have lunch with me today."

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Sure, absolutely."

There was no help for it. Two people in the dorm now had girlfriends, leaving only him and Wen Yu single. Naturally, they had to eat together; otherwise, being alone would be too desolate.

After lunch, since there were no afternoon classes, Zhao Fusheng and Wen Yu both returned to the dorm.

Zhao Fusheng calculated that he really didn't have much to do lately. Zheng Yao was busy shooting the ad for Zhu Yushi and expanding the company. For National Day, he had promised Mu Qingqing to go to the capital to write music and also check on Fan Baobao. Then there was renting a place for Wang Zhen and moving the computer and server over.

After that, Zhao Fusheng realized he had become a man of leisure.

September in the north was undoubtedly the best weather. A gentle breeze brushed people's faces, and willow branches swayed back and forth with the wind, like the pendulum of a quartz clock.

Zhao Fusheng lay on his dorm bed. Wen Yu was still playing games on his computer, shouting and yelling, sometimes cursing angrily, sometimes beaming with joy, as if completely immersed.

Zhao Fusheng was long used to this. In his previous life, he too had experienced being addicted to games like this. Back then, he was even more immersed than Wen Yu was now. Or rather, around the year 2000, as internet cafes proliferated across China, how many boys between fifteen and twenty-five had never been to one?

Of course, at this time, when people went online, they mostly played single-player games, or else browsed forums, surfed the web, or visited some web chat rooms.

That little penguin had not yet entered people's sight. Zhao Fusheng remembered reading an article that mentioned that on New Year's Day of the millennium, that Mr. Ma had even played the role of a service staff member chatting with penguin users.

"Hmm, should I file a complaint then?" Someone lay on the bed, thinking rather idly.