Chapter 0015: The City's Ways Are Deep

Aristotle said: There is no perfect existence in the world; I seek balance in complete error.

Zhao Fusheng felt that this saying was very reasonable: a person's happiness lies not in how much they possess, but in how little they care. Life is meant to be enjoyed—that is the ultimate goal of our struggles.

Of course, everyone has their own way of living. When we are not in that way, we have no right to casually judge others' lives.

Zhao Fusheng never thought of changing the lives of those around him. Or rather, he felt that everyone has the right to choose how to live their own life. What he could do was try his best to help them avoid making wrong choices.

As for how they would walk the rest of the path, that was none of his concern.

It sounded like a paradox, but it wasn't.

For example, Zhao Fusheng knew that his father lending money to Jiang He was definitely a mistake, so he would stop his father. As for what career his father would pursue next, he wouldn't interfere, because that was his father's choice. What he could do was try his best to help his father succeed, while he himself would be better off as a rich second-generation who just waits to die.

A person needs to have some goals in life, after all.

By the end of the meal, they had spent less than 150 yuan, but Tan Kaixuan was crying like a child. The reason was simple: he had been drunk under the table.

Wang Zhen and Wen Yu teamed up and managed to get Tan Kaixuan, who had the best tolerance for alcohol in the dorm, completely drunk. If Zhao Fusheng hadn't been sober enough to control them, they would have even taken their beer bottles to the school gate to drink.

When people are drunk, they often find it hard to control themselves. It's said that drunk words are sober thoughts, probably because alcohol numbs the nerves and robs people of self-control.

In fact, not only Tan Kaixuan, but even Wang Zhen and Wen Yu were dizzy, arms around each other's shoulders, lamenting the pain of being single dogs.

Zhao Fusheng was drenched in sweat after dragging the three drunks back to the dorm. Luckily it was summer, so he took off his shirt and went to the washroom for a shower. When he came back, the three drunks were already snoring loudly.

However, Wen Yu and Wang Zhen's legs seemed to be entangled. Zhao Fusheng could only lament that there were no cell phones now, otherwise he would definitely take pictures of these two guys' embarrassing postures—it would probably be their lifelong black history.

People who drink always fall asleep quickly. Zhao Fusheng was no exception. Lying in bed, he soon drifted into dreamland.

When he opened his eyes again, he was awakened by a scream. The reason was simple: Wang Zhen and Wen Yu woke up early in the morning and found themselves sleeping in each other's arms. Naturally, they started blaming each other.

"You bastard! You dared to touch my butt!"

"Bullshit! You were the one who hugged me first."

Both Wang Zhen and Wen Yu clearly felt they had been wronged.

Zhao Fusheng looked around but didn't see Tan Kaixuan. He asked curiously, "Where's Old Tan?"

He was nowhere to be seen early in the morning. Zhao Fusheng clearly remembered bringing Tan Kaixuan back last night.

But obviously, the two people in a rage completely ignored Zhao Fusheng's question.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly, glanced at the class schedule stuck to the head of the bed, confirmed there was a class in the morning, got up to wash up, and walked out of the dorm amid the quarrels of his two roommates.

As for whether those two guys remembered they had a class in the morning, Zhao Fusheng, with a dark heart, thought: Let the dead save the dead, not the living.

But as soon as he entered the cafeteria, Zhao Fusheng was stunned.

Not far in front of him, that guy Tan Kaixuan was actually having breakfast with Hu Xia, looking so attentive that it was unbearable to watch.

"Zhao Fusheng."

Although he really wanted to avoid Tan Kaixuan, Hu Xia saw him and waved.

With no choice, Zhao Fusheng had to walk over, smiled and nodded at Hu Xia, greeted her, then looked at Tan Kaixuan and said with a half-smile, "Old Tan, up pretty early, huh?"

Tan Kaixuan was embarrassed, and Hu Xia's face visibly reddened.

"Hey, Old Zhao, what do you want to eat?"

Tan Kaixuan quickly stood up, leaned close to Zhao Fusheng, blinked, and made a pleading gesture.

Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment: "You don't need to treat me to breakfast; I'll buy my own."

He paused, then blinked: "But at noon, I want to eat the braised pork from the cafeteria."

"No problem," Tan Kaixuan said, patting his chest.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Alright, I'll go buy some steamed buns. You stay right here, don't move."

Tan Kaixuan found it a bit strange, feeling something was off.

He watched Zhao Fusheng walk to the cafeteria window, buy a few steamed buns, a bowl of porridge, and two tea eggs.

"I'm leaving; you go back to the dorm," Zhao Fusheng said to Tan Kaixuan as he returned.

Tan Kaixuan was a bit puzzled, watching him take a few steps, then look back: "Go ahead, there's no one with Hu Xia."

Then the guy disappeared.

Tan Kaixuan scratched his head, feeling something was off, as if he had seen this scene somewhere before.

When he returned to sit beside Hu Xia, it finally dawned on him: that bastard Zhao Fusheng had tricked him using Zhu Ziqing's "The Sight of Father's Back."

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We always try to hold on to some people; it's not foolish, just naive.

It took Zhao Fusheng twenty years to understand this truth.

There was only one class in the morning. Wang Zhen and Wen Yu, with dark circles under their eyes, rushed to the classroom and quietly sat in the back. As for Hu Xia and Tan Kaixuan, the former naturally sat with her roommates, since for now she just thought Tan Kaixuan was a nice guy, and they were just trying to get to know each other.

As for the guy who valued romance over friendship, he originally wanted to sit with Zhao Fusheng, but found that the latter was sitting in the front row. After much deliberation, he obediently sat in the back with Wen Yu and the others.

Zhao Fusheng, on the other hand, sat alone in the front row of the classroom, quite conspicuous.

"Has this guy gone crazy?"

"Yeah, he actually went to the front."

"Could he be trying to chase someone?"

The three unscrupulous guys pointed and whispered behind him, guessing at Zhao Fusheng's unusual behavior today.

It was worth noting that although Zhao Fusheng wasn't the kind of so-called bad student who loafed around and didn't study, he was definitely not a diligent person. He usually didn't skip class, but when it came to exams, he mostly relied on last-minute cramming.

Behavior like today's was absolutely unprecedented, a first.

If Zhao Fusheng knew what these guys were thinking, he would surely lament having met the wrong people and made bad friends. He just wanted to learn a bit more.

The reason the youthful days of college are called the most precious is largely because it's the last chance to improve ourselves before we step into society and have our edges smoothed away.

When a person becomes a so-called mature adult over time, what they lose is not just innocence, but also the original heart they once took pride in.

You see, in the adult world, people tacitly drift apart, going from familiar to strange. Zhao Fusheng once tried hard to accept this rule. But sometimes, after many people leave, there is still a deep sense of loss. He really didn't understand how they could feel regret and yet remain composed at the same time.

And in this life, Zhao Fusheng doesn't want to miss the beauty in life.