Chapter 0116: Promotion Channels

When something is abnormal, there must be a reason. Zhao Fusheng had never really approved of the relationship between Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia. Or rather, toward Hu Xia, a girl who had not appeared in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng was inherently wary. Now, witnessing this scene, his wariness increased to half.

College romances were already looked down upon, and Hu Xia was different from Dong Chenxi—they hadn't graduated yet. Moreover, Tan Kaixuan was not like Wang Zhen.

But for now, Zhao Fusheng could only wait and see. To him, this was just the growing pains young people had to go through, nothing major.

When it comes to love, most people's experiences are similar: it starts blandly, progresses without waves, and ends more or less the same. Just happy together, unhappy apart.

Zhao Fusheng didn't know what his own love life would be like. In his previous life, he met his wife through an introduction, married after half a year, and later had no children, no common language. From mutual respect to estrangement, the process in between was not something to share with outsiders.

Come Sunday, Zhao Fusheng called Su Xia and asked her to help assemble a computer, saying Wang Zhen would pick it up later. Su Xia readily agreed and casually mentioned that her husband Wang Shen had been tinkering with some computer program lately—was it the Quick Broadcast Zhao Fusheng had mentioned before?

Zhao Fusheng laughed it off and changed the subject. No matter what, he would never admit to that.

That thing was no ordinary thing—it was a video-watching神器. Though envious, Zhao Fusheng absolutely did not want to be labeled something like 'Father of Quick Broadcast' one day.

Although Su Xia suspected Zhao Fusheng was hiding something, she didn't think much of it. This later became something she deeply regretted.

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As the saying goes, villains can never defeat students on the school map, because students have incredibly strong hands-on abilities and can often use the map's advantages to defeat all antagonists.

Simply put, this means that in school, students are often the truly most terrifying people.

The reason is simple: because they are young, they like and are willing to mess around. After all, young people's hormones are always abundant; if they don't find a channel to vent, they might easily get stifled.

Some choose the basketball court as their channel, while others choose the examination hall.

Of course, there are also those like Zhao Fusheng, who go to the sidelines to watch the excitement.

"Hey, why am I sitting here?" Zhao Fusheng asked helplessly, looking at Wen Yu, who had just stopped to rest beside him.

It was a weekend in mid-September. Grandpa Sun hung in the sky, warm and gentle sunlight filtering through the gaps in the leaves, casting a drowsy laziness over people. The tree shadows stretched long, a breeze blew by, and occasionally a few girls passed under the trees in white dresses, their silver-bell-like laughter bringing a soothing comfort from the inside out. Zhao Fusheng felt he should be watching this scene from the dormitory window, not sitting here watching a bunch of men play basketball.

"Look at you, you've got nothing to do in the dorm. Playing some ball, getting some exercise—that's good," Wen Yu panted heavily, his face covered in sweat.

In this era, students' main entertainment wasn't computers or phones, but sports and reading.

"Not interested. I've got serious stuff to do," Zhao Fusheng curled his lip and said helplessly.

He had good physical fitness, thanks to his father's childhood training and the obsession to defeat the big demon Fan Baobao. Zhao Fusheng was the type who didn't exercise much but was definitely healthy.

The benefit of this was that in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng's work was actually very hard, toiling day and night, yet he still managed to persevere.

Zhao Fusheng was very happy about this, because a healthy body is something nothing can replace.

Humans are strange creatures. People often like to say that after experiencing a difficult period, one must thank the hardships of that time, because it is the existence of difficulties that makes a person grow.

Zhao Fusheng thought that was bullshit. Hardships and difficulties always bring only unhappiness and depression. Those who eventually make it through probably none of them want to return to the difficulties, while those who don't make it through sink completely.

So, Zhao Fusheng never believed in so-called chicken soup for the soul. In life, one's own happiness is what matters most.

"Didn't you say you haven't taken any jobs recently?" Wen Yu curled his lip, not believing Zhao Fusheng's excuse at all.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng felt really bad. It was his own fault for having a loose tongue. Yesterday in the dorm, after Wang Zhen moved out, only the three of them were left. Tan Kaixuan casually asked about Zhao Fusheng's next plans, and he blurted out that he had nothing to do recently.

And it was true. Zheng Yao had already started working on the ads for Brain Gold. Zhao Fusheng had written the planning proposal very thoroughly; she just needed to find a filming team, and the rest didn't require any worry. As for the family supermarket, his parents were handling it step by step. Zhao Fusheng couldn't interfere even if he wanted to. If he opened his mouth recklessly, he might face a double-team beating, because his mom had been nagging lately that her son was grown up, had his own ideas, and was disobedient.

The implication of this sentence was terrifying upon reflection, reminding Zhao Fusheng of the days dominated by the fear demon. He decisively refrained from expressing any opinions on the supermarket matter.

Apart from these two things, there was wo123. But the website was still fast now. During several maintenance sessions, Zhao Fusheng noticed that users from other regions had started using the webpage.

He was now waiting for Wang Shen to finish Quick Broadcast. Once it was bundled, wo123 would surely soar.

After all, in China's online world, only one thing would get a reply of 'OP is a good person' on forums. For everything else, there would always be opponents.

"Alright, I can't be bothered to argue with you." Zhao Fusheng replied helplessly and continued leaning against the tree to watch the excitement. He was mediocre at basketball. Though he was tall enough and strong enough, unfortunately, he couldn't shoot at all. He could grab rebounds, but when it came to shooting, Wen Yu and Wang Zhen had once invited Zhao Fusheng to play a three-on-three with another dorm. After one game, they said Zhao Fusheng should just be a cheerleader from now on. Unless there was absolutely no one else, he didn't need to play.

To this, Zhao Fusheng said, 'I aimed seriously, but if I can't make the shot, blame me?'