Chapter 0118 Worse Than a Beast

Since they had already made the call, they couldn't just chat casually and hang up. After Fan Baobao arrived in Beijing, she had only called Zhao Fusheng once after registering, giving him her dormitory number, and then hardly called again.

Zhao Fusheng knew she was worried about the long-distance phone charges.

"By the way, I took Beibei to the zoo yesterday and it exhausted me," Zhao Fusheng said to Fan Baobao.

"You spoil her too much; she'll be ruined by your indulgence," Fan Baobao complained. In her view, Zhao Fusheng was far too doting on his sister. Whatever Fan Beibei wanted, Zhao Fusheng would go to great lengths to get it for her, sometimes making others jealous.

"You're just jealous," Zhao Fusheng laughed. Since Fan Baobao wasn't in front of him now, she couldn't do anything to him anyway.

"Not at all." In a dormitory far away in Beijing, Fan Baobao gritted her teeth in anger. The touch of gratitude she had felt when Zhao Fusheng said he helped negotiate on her behalf had now vanished without a trace. She only wanted to see that guy soon and give him a good scolding.

"How's college life at the Central Academy of Drama?" Zhao Fusheng didn't notice Miss Fan's mood and asked about something else.

"It's okay, just tiring. I have to rehearse every day and take cultural classes." As if finally finding an outlet for her grievances, Fan Baobao opened up and couldn't stop talking.

Zhao Fusheng listened with a faint smile as she spoke about going from unfamiliar to familiar with her roommates, from awkward strangers to laughing and chatting with classmates, and the troubles of rehearsing skits.

Zhao Fusheng didn't say a word until Fan Baobao was tired of talking, then he smiled and said, "Tough, huh?"

"Not tough." Fan Baobao said instinctively, then her voice dropped, tinged with sadness: "It's just, just a little homesick."

After all, for the first time in her life, she had come to a place so far from home, surrounded by everything unfamiliar. If she said she wasn't sad at all, that would be a lie.

Zhao Fusheng understood, so he patiently listened to Fan Baobao's rambling and chatted with her.

After chatting about everyday matters for a while, Zhao Fusheng hung up the phone. Only after putting down the phone did Fan Baobao remember that she hadn't yet asked Zhao Fusheng why he had come to Beijing.

Actually, she didn't know that even if she asked, Zhao Fusheng wouldn't tell her.

How should one live life?

This is a question many people are curious about.

Life in the world is like morning dew. Why can't a person's life be like a martial arts novel—the first half wild and unrestrained, the second half filled with reverence and a continuous desire to learn?

In Zhao Fusheng's view, youth will eventually fade, but he hopes the innocence in the girl's eyes will accompany her forever like the sun and moon.

……

……

Su Xia was very efficient. The day after Zhao Fusheng made the call, she had the computers ready, and the servers were also the best. In total, it cost less than twenty thousand yuan. Wang Zhen hired a car to take them to his place, assembled them, and put them into use.

Here we must mention Dong Chenxi's cleverness. After hearing Wang Zhen talk about Zhao Fusheng asking him to help maintain the wo123 website, she told Wang Zhen not to wait for Zhao Fusheng to deliver the computers before installing the internet cable.

So by the time the computers arrived, the internet cable was already installed.

Zhao Fusheng certainly couldn't let Wang Zhen pay for this, since it was his own matter; there was no reason to make someone else spend money. But Wang Zhen refused to take any money, and in the end, Zhao Fusheng had to agree with him.

"Shower together?"

"I'm not sleepy; you go to bed first."

"It's okay, I can wait for you."

"Uh... I still think it's not a good idea. Maybe we should sleep separately; there's enough space anyway."

"How can that be? What if Old Zhao comes to stay here? That wouldn't be appropriate. Trust me, I promise I won't move a muscle. Really, you have to believe me. We're boyfriend and girlfriend now; don't you trust me..."

This was a conversation between a seemingly innocent but scheming boy and a young but not naive, innocent but not foolish girl. Wang Zhen had once done those things to help others get girls—standing guard, creating chance encounters, setting the mood—until today, when he became the protagonist himself, he realized how much easier it was with a friend behind the scenes to strategize.

Now, he was immensely grateful to Zhao Fusheng for giving him this opportunity.

When they met at school the next day, Tan Kaixuan kept looking at Wang Zhen with ambiguous eyes. The atmosphere of a man and woman alone in a room was enough to break down any girl's defenses. If Wang Zhen couldn't seize the opportunity at a time like this, then Tan Kaixuan could only say he was beyond help.

Zhao Fusheng smiled as he watched Wang Zhen being dragged into a corner by Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan for an "interrogation," and couldn't help shaking his head with a wry smile.

Where in the world is there a textbook on picking up girls?

Even if someone teaches you perfectly, if the person involved can't get past their own mental block, it's all in vain. Zhao Fusheng believed that no matter how gentlemanly and dull a man might be, when he meets the girl he loves, he can turn into a beast. Besides, Dong Chenxi was Wang Zhen's dream girl.

But moments later, with a exclamation from Tan Kaixuan, the guy turned around with a strange expression, his face full of regret, muttering to himself, "What a pity, what a pity."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng was a bit puzzled.

Tan Kaixuan's expression was very strange; he shook his head but didn't speak.

Wen Yu also looked surprised, his face full of weirdness. Seeing that he was being ignored by these two, Zhao Fusheng sighed and looked at Wang Zhen: "If you ignore me too, I'll fight you right now, believe me."

"It's nothing. I said I really didn't do anything last night, but they don't believe me," Wang Zhen said honestly.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then nodded: "I believe you."

He truly believed Wang Zhen, because Zhao Fusheng could see that, unlike Tan Kaixuan's liking for Hu Xia, Wang Zhen's feelings for Dong Chenxi were genuine love.

Liking and loving are ultimately two different emotions.

Liking is indulgence, while love is restraint.

Looking at Wang Zhen standing there grinning foolishly, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt very satisfied. He felt that his choice was not wrong—to change Dong Chenxi's fate, to prevent her from jumping off the rooftop, and to make sure that between Wang Zhen and her, it wouldn't be two lines that intersect and then never meet again.

In a daze, Zhao Fusheng felt as if he were standing in front of a mirror. The us in the mirror were still that teenager in a hoodie and sneakers, eagerly waiting in line for the roller coaster.

The forgotten thermos in Hokkaido, people say they smell the scent of chrysanthemums and wolfberries.

Actually, in summer, it was filled with ice and cola.