Chapter 0201: Life Is Full of Coincidences

South Korea is a very peculiar country. Perhaps because it is a small nation with a small population, coupled with years of colonial rule—from its Japanese daddy to its American daddy—over the years, this country and its people seem to have grown accustomed to worshipping the strong.

Thus, they are often unconsciously filled with an inferiority complex, and the more inferior they feel, the more they like to boast.

One moment they claim this is theirs, the next that is theirs, and from time to time they have to grovel before their American daddy. The most infuriating thing is that they act as if, besides America, they South Koreans are the best.

In Zhao Fusheng's impression, whether it was the crosstalk comedians or the later talk show hosts, what they did most was curse those bastards.

At the end of the day, the people of this country really deserve to be cursed.

But what was frustrating was that, with the progress of domestic reform and opening up, more and more young people were being brainwashed by Korean culture. Hallyu and Japanese trends became popular, and plastic surgery beauties and pretty boys were all the rage. Sometimes, when Zhao Fusheng thought about it, he found it utterly speechless. He figured that if those fans knew that the idols they took pride in only saw them as ATMs, they would probably still feel honored.

Worshipping stars knows no borders, but fans have a motherland.

Of course, it was 1999 now, and there wouldn't be scenes like a Korean girl group leader posting photos to provoke the Chinese people while fans defended her. After that man said those words, almost everyone in the crowd was furious.

"Bastard!"

"Beat him!"

"Beat him!"

After all, they were all young and still had hot blood. Who cared if he was a foreigner or not? They'd beat him first and talk later.

"You... I am a citizen of the Republic of Korea, I have diplomatic immunity..." The man opened his mouth to say more, but didn't get to finish, because Zhao Fusheng had already rushed forward in a single stride.

"Immunity your eight generations of ancestors!"

Zhao Fusheng punched the man right in the face, cutting off his words.

Then, a group of students behind him surged forward, instantly engulfing the Korean and his companion.

As for the instigator Zhao Fusheng, after kicking the guy a couple of times, he was pushed out of the crowd. He was about to leave when he caught sight of the woman's face and froze.

"It's you?"

Zhao Fusheng blurted out in surprise.

This woman was none other than the drunkard who had stumbled into the wrong room that night when he was in the capital.

"Huh, you know me?" The woman was clearly drunk. Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, she looked surprised, then her face turned ugly, even somewhat panicked.

Zhao Fusheng had zero interest in this kind of fourth- or fifth-tier actress. Moreover, every time he saw this woman, she was dead drunk, which made him feel no goodwill toward her at all.

In Zhao Fusheng's eyes, an actress with such poor self-control was really nothing special.

"Last time in Beijing, you went into the wrong room," he said, not wanting to be misunderstood, so he explained. Then he added helplessly, "You'd better leave now. Getting involved in something like this isn't good."

After all, she was an actress. Although many actors liked to stir up scandals these days, news about being almost 'picked up' while drunk late at night wouldn't be a good thing for any actress.

The woman clearly realized that too. She nodded and was about to leave, but after just two steps, her legs gave way and she fell to the ground.

A crowd was still beating up the Koreans nearby. Zhao Fusheng sighed, helplessly helped the woman up, and quietly moved aside.

There were too many people on the scene, so no one noticed them leaving.

Taking a detour, he helped the woman to a pavilion in District Three. Ignoring the chill of late autumn, he set her down on a bench and gently shook her. "Hey, hey, where do you live?"

"International Hotel, Room 609."

The woman had clearly had a lot to drink, but at least she remembered where she was staying and gave Zhao Fusheng an address.

Zhao Fusheng sighed. The International Hotel was right next to the convention center, so it was no wonder she had run out to drink.

He made a big detour, helped the woman to the International Hotel, and said to the lobby manager, "This is a guest from your room 609. Call her companion down."

The lobby manager was taken aback: "You are?"

Zhao Fusheng didn't want to waste words. He pointed at the woman sitting on the sofa: "I picked her up on the road. She said she's a guest here, staying in 609. Just call someone down to check."

The manager blinked, and with a stroke of inspiration, dialed the number.

Soon, she put down the phone and looked at Zhao Fusheng: "That's right, a guest from 609 did go out. Would you like to wait here..."

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "No need. I've delivered her. Goodbye."

With that, he turned and left.

Just a drunkard. Since he had ensured her safe return to her companions, Zhao Fusheng didn't want to say more. He had stayed up all night and hadn't rested properly during the day. Now all he wanted was to go back to the dorm and get a good sleep.

When he returned to the dorm, he found that almost all the boys in the dormitory were discussing one thing.

"Heard about it? A bunch of guys from the Foreign Languages College and the School of Economics and Management beat up some foreign students. They've been taken to the security office now." Tan Kaixuan sidled up to Zhao Fusheng.

"Huh?" Zhao Fusheng blinked, looking innocent. "Why?"

"Not sure. Seems like some Koreans were harassing a drunk girl. She didn't know them, but they insisted on taking her away. When they were stopped, they started insulting our country. Then a group from the Physical Education College and the School of Economics and Management happened to pass by after class, and a fight broke out." Wen Yu came over and said.

"Will there be trouble?" Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked.

After all, beating up foreign students was a foreign-related incident. If the school chose to smooth things over, they might hand over a few students to appease the foreign students' anger.

If that were the case, Zhao Fusheng certainly wouldn't stand idly by. He was the first to strike, so he would have to take the blame himself. At worst, he'd be expelled. He believed his parents wouldn't blame him.

"Don't know, but it felt damn good. I've long been fed up with those foreign students, always throwing their money around and messing around." Tan Kaixuan said bitterly. "And some girls nowadays are just cheap, throwing themselves at foreigners, always thinking they can go abroad..."

Zhao Fusheng sighed but had nothing to say. In fact, not just now, but years later, such incidents kept happening. Some foreigners couldn't make it in their own countries and came to China to make a living, only to find that here was their 'paradise.'

"The school forum is already discussing this. Some people are organizing a class boycott if the school expels the students who threw the punches."

Wen Yu pointed at a post on the computer and said to the others.

Zhao Fusheng frowned. Things had reached this point; it looked like it was going to blow up.

"Hmm, there's more news." Just as Zhao Fusheng was hesitating, Wen Yu pointed at the computer again.

"What's up?"

Tan Kaixuan and Zhao Fusheng crowded around.

Wen Yu laughed: "It seems the school security office has released them."

"Released who?"

"The ones who beat up the Koreans. They said a dozen were caught, but they've all been released and are back now." Wen Yu pointed at the post. "Students from the Economics and Management and Physical Education colleges have commented, saying they saw them. It looks like they're already celebrating."

"Is this our school?" Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan exchanged glances. Tan Kaixuan blinked, unable to believe it.

"Who knows? Anyway, the school did something really satisfying this time."

Wen Yu laughed heartily.

"Yeah, really satisfying." Zhao Fusheng nodded too, a heavy weight lifted from his heart.

He lay down on the bed and soon fell into a deep sleep, while Wen Yu and Tan Kaixuan continued to follow the news online. That night, until the lights went out at midnight, the entire Ninghai Normal University campus BBS was flooded with posts about this incident.

People didn't know that in a certain room at the International Hotel, someone was once again hugging the toilet, vomiting all night long...