Chapter 0300: Boyfriend?

After going out for breakfast, Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao took the bus together to the city center. Only then did he have time to ask Fan Baobao what exactly was going on with this class reunion.

"Can you do me a favor?" Fan Baobao pursed her lips and sighed.

Zhao Fusheng was puzzled, but still nodded, waiting for her to continue.

"Could you pursue me?" Fan Baobao gritted her teeth and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Hearing this, Zhao Fusheng was stunned, then looked at Fan Baobao with a bewildered expression. Even with his decades of experience, he couldn't figure out what was wrong with this girl or what she meant by that.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Fusheng said, "Can I know the reason?"

"No," Fan Baobao said calmly, completely unbothered by the fact that she had just refused to answer Zhao Fusheng's question.

"We've always claimed to be boyfriend and girlfriend to outsiders, so I can understand that. But I don't quite get why you want me to pursue you." Zhao Fusheng asked seriously; he needed to get this straight.

Fan Baobao sighed and said earnestly, "Don't overthink it. You'll come with me to the meal, but don't say you're my boyfriend. When we get there, just don't say anything. Just nod and agree when we chat. You can leave after a while."

"That simple?" Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Yes, that simple." Fan Baobao nodded emphatically.

This was the plan she had come up with yesterday. Though it seemed like something out of a TV drama, in Fan Baobao's view, as long as she handled it properly, it could perfectly solve the problem.

As for Zhao Fusheng, he didn't really care about such trivial matters. Given his experience, he saw Fan Baobao's current behavior as nothing more than a childish stunt, and he was just going along with it for fun.

His mind was still more occupied with how to convince Jiang Wen.

"By the way, is there anything I need to be careful about when we get there?" Zhao Fusheng thought for a moment and asked Fan Baobao.

Fan Baobao nodded: "Basically nothing. Just tell the truth—we've known each other since childhood, grew up together, and then you pursued me for many years..."

Zhao Fusheng's mouth twitched: "Do we really have to say that?"

"Of course, definitely." Fan Baobao looked smug: "Who am I? I'm Fan Baobao."

"Cough, if it's not necessary, I'd better keep quiet." Zhao Fusheng didn't feel like arguing and shook his head helplessly at Fan Baobao.

"Don't worry, I'll reject you." Fan Baobao suddenly said.

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback, then looked at Fan Baobao with disbelief: "You're not going to make me confess my feelings to you in front of them, and then you reject me, are you?"

"Wow! You guessed it!" Fan Baobao looked a bit embarrassed, then turned to Zhao Fusheng: "Um, you'll play along, right?"

Zhao Fusheng shot her a glare: "No wonder you told me to leave after a while. That makes sense..."

After being rejected, of course he'd have to leave soon—how embarrassing.

He had originally thought Fan Baobao wanted him to pretend to be her boyfriend, but now it seemed that being the rejected suitor was even worse than pretending to be the boyfriend.

The only advantage was that they had known each other for so many years, grown up together, and knew each other very well. Moreover, they were still engaged, so even pretending to be a suitor, there was no risk of being found out.

Along the way, Fan Baobao kept muttering about the classmates she was about to meet. Zhao Fusheng got a general idea: it was just a group of college classmates. Since she had studied at the Central Academy of Drama, she was considered the most accomplished in the class. Though she really didn't want to go, since they had invited her, not going would make her seem too arrogant, so she had to go.

In other words, Fan Baobao still cared about certain things. In the entertainment industry, everyone has to get used to wearing a mask. If Fan Baobao didn't want to be exposed one day for snubbing old classmates after becoming famous—a reputation-damaging scandal—she had to attend such gatherings.

But clearly, she didn't know that being a star sometimes has little to do with character.

Though little-known things easily pique interest, Zhao Fusheng wasn't interested in the purpose of this trip. To be fair, Fan Baobao's choice was quite reasonable. If they pretended to be boyfriend and girlfriend, he might be fine, but she really didn't act like a girlfriend. In this scenario, with him playing the suitor and her the pursued, it might actually be more convincing.

The two arrived at a place resembling a café. In a daze, Zhao Fusheng recalled that it had been a long time since he had been to such a place with a girl. In his past life, he had come here with his girlfriend, but in this life, most of his visits were for business. He had rarely had occasions like this that resembled a date.

Sure enough, Fan Baobao walked straight in without any self-awareness, told the waiter "two," then took out her wallet to pay. She turned to Zhao Fusheng and said, "What would you like to drink? My treat."

Zhao Fusheng sighed: "Remember, if I'm your suitor, I definitely wouldn't let you pay for this. Also, if it's not necessary, don't act on your own. If there's a problem, it's best to communicate with me beforehand, or I won't be able to keep up with your pace. Understand?"

Regardless, since he had agreed to help Fan Baobao, he had to make sure there were no mistakes.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng's sincere words only earned him three words from Fan Baobao: "Got it."

Whether she actually took it to heart, Zhao Fusheng had no idea. But regardless, today's Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao really didn't match—he was dressed in a suit and tie, while she was in casual wear.

"Oh, isn't this Fan Baobao? I thought you weren't coming."

A voice came, not exactly sarcastic, but carrying a hint of unexpected displeasure. Zhao Fusheng looked over and saw a group of about a dozen people sitting there. The girl who spoke was decent-looking, could be described as pretty, while the rest looked somewhat awkward, as if they didn't want to be involved either.

"Since we're classmates, how could I not come?" While Zhao Fusheng was still wondering why the speaking girl looked familiar, Fan Baobao had already pulled him over.

Of course, the girl didn't show even a hint of shyness on her face—her acting was terrible.

Sighing, Zhao Fusheng felt that today's experience was bound to be particularly interesting.