Chapter 0172: The Sharp-Tongued Guy

When people are tired, the quality of their sleep is usually very high.

When Zhao Fusheng opened his eyes again, it was already eight o'clock in the morning. He had slept so soundly that he hadn't even heard the alarm clock in the dormitory.

If it weren't for the sound of washing coming from the corridor outside the door, Zhao Fusheng figured he could have slept a while longer.

"Awake? Breakfast is on the table, have a bite." Tan Kaixuan's voice sounded. Zhao Fusheng looked up and saw that the guy was already dressed and sitting on the bed looking at him.

"Where's Wen Yu?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously as he got up. Since they were all men, he didn't feel embarrassed.

Tan Kaixuan shook his head: "Don't know. Seems like something came up; he went out early this morning."

Zhao Fusheng said "Oh," slipped on his sandals, went to the washroom to wash his face and brush his teeth, came back, sat at the table, and began to eat breakfast. While eating, he said to Tan Kaixuan, "There's nothing between Mu Qingqing and me. Don't talk nonsense."

Tan Kaixuan was stunned, completely not expecting Zhao Fusheng to bring up the matter so seriously.

"No, you're not joking, are you? That's Mu Qingqing!" Tan Kaixuan blurted out in surprise.

Who was Mu Qingqing? Although there was no so-called school beauty contest in those days, if there were, Mu Qingqing would definitely rank in the top five at Ninghai Normal University.

Whether in terms of family background, appearance, or other conditions, she was a perfect goddess of the highest order. Anyone who saw Zhao Fusheng walking with her would think it was like a flower stuck on a pile of cow dung.

Now, with her taking the initiative to approach Zhao Fusheng, this guy actually looked like he was avoiding her. Tan Kaixuan even began to wonder if Zhao Fusheng had lost his mind.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered with him. He ate on his own, finishing two steamed buns and a bowl of porridge, wiped his mouth, and then looked at Tan Kaixuan and said, "Feelings aren't something that can work just because both parties are willing. If two people date without the goal of marriage, it's just hooliganism. Do you think Mu Qingqing and I are a good match?"

Tan Kaixuan was taken aback, opened his mouth to speak, but seemed to think of something and fell silent.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged and didn't say anything more.

When it comes to love, especially when the gap between the two is large, the deeper the love at the start, the more painful the relationship will be in the future. Although many people will throw themselves into love like moths to a flame, after the trials of daily life, in the end, no matter how beautiful the love, it will eventually return to plainness in the face of reality.

The best relationship is one of equals.

Whether in love or friendship, what lovers most desire is to work together, you becoming my idol, and I becoming your role model.

Never hold the other back; being together should make you better, not worse.

After breakfast, the two took their books and went to the classroom, where they found Wen Yu already there, along with Wang Zhen, who had a sly grin on his face.

Ever since that guy moved out to live with Dong Chenxi, he had completely let himself go, becoming more and more of a jerk.

"What are you grinning about? Did you do something bad last night?" Tan Kaixuan's sharp tongue immediately kicked in, teasing Wang Zhen relentlessly.

Wang Zhen chuckled: "Look at you, it's not like you don't have a girlfriend. Why do you always pick on me every time we meet?"

Tan Kaixuan rolled his eyes and couldn't be bothered to argue with him on that topic.

"By the way, guess what I just saw?" Wang Zhen said with a smile.

Before he could finish, Wen Yu had already covered his mouth: "Hey hey hey, didn't we agree not to say anything?"

"What's going on?"

Now not only Tan Kaixuan but even Zhao Fusheng was intrigued. Wang Zhen's words hinted at something unusual—clearly, Wen Yu had some leverage in his hands. Plus, Wen Yu had disappeared early in the morning; there had to be a story.

"Fine, I'll say it myself." Wen Yu smiled bitterly and let go of the hand covering Wang Zhen's mouth. Seeing Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan looking like curious kids, he knew he couldn't hide it.

"I have a fellow townsman, two years younger than me. Her brother was my classmate from middle school; we were good friends. When she got into our university, I looked out for her a bit..." Wen Yu said calmly. "Just a regular friend."

"Oh, a regular friend who holds your hand?" Wang Zhen added from the side.

"My hand touched hers, and she insisted on looking at it," Wen Yu quickly said. "I really don't have that kind of relationship with her. I see her as a sister..."

"Oh, if there's nothing between you two, I'll eat a pile of shit right now, believe me?" Tan Kaixuan snorted dismissively.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, curled his lip, glanced at Tan Kaixuan, and said in a particularly disdainful tone, "Alright, alright, what kind of person are you? Coming to school to freeload, isn't that going too far?"

"Pfft..."

"Damn!"

"Haha! Freeloading!"

The group was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter. Tan Kaixuan was completely floored, staring blankly at Zhao Fusheng, utterly speechless.

As for Wang Zhen and Wen Yu, they were already laughing so hard they couldn't stand straight.

Zhao Fusheng himself found it amusing and couldn't help but laugh.

Roasting someone is like checking into a hotel—doing it yourself is the most fun. If several people take turns, the girl might be physically satisfied, but does that prove one person's ability?

"When did you learn to be such a sharp tongue?" After laughing for a while, Tan Kaixuan pointed at Zhao Fusheng and scolded with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "I've been sleeping with you for almost three years. Do you think I couldn't learn?"

Tan Kaixuan was speechless for a moment, then pointed at Wang Zhen and Wen Yu: "How come they didn't learn?"

"Right? Could it be because we're pure and good?"

"Obviously, we're unsullied from the mud..."

Before Wang Zhen and Wen Yu could finish boasting, Zhao Fusheng sneered and said flatly, "Sometimes, the gap between people is bigger than the gap between people and pigs."

"Cough!"

"Cough!"

"Hahaha..."

Amid the dry coughs of Wen Yu and Wang Zhen, laughter erupted from those around.

Life is like that—not always sad, not always happy, but always in a constant state of change, making people's emotions rise and fall.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng's roommates experienced that feeling today.

In the past, it was always Tan Kaixuan roasting them, but they never expected that this time it would be Zhao Fusheng dominating the scene.