Chapter 0031 The Big Bluffer

The weather had been humid and hot lately, and last night it even drizzled a bit, leaving the air quite damp. Fortunately, there wasn't much standing water, which actually added a touch of coolness.

They say life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're gonna get. Zhao Fusheng couldn't agree more, because he never expected that Mu Qingqing would appear before him again.

Still so carefree, still so serene and elegant. Mu Qingqing, even just standing there, was like a captivating landscape painting.

Zhao Fusheng was a man, so naturally he couldn't help but notice a beautiful and intellectual girl like Mu Qingqing.

After all, everyone at some point feels a flutter in their heart for a perfect异性 around them, even if it feels like a lifetime ago. For him, it was the same.

Because even from an adult's perspective, Mu Qingqing was still so outstanding.

"Zhao Fusheng, you're finally back."

A look of relief appeared on Mu Qingqing's face. Clearly, seeing Zhao Fusheng made her breathe a sigh of relief.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng's gaze fell on a young man standing behind Mu Qingqing. He had sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, a handsome face. The two of them standing together looked like a perfect couple.

"Is there something you need?" Zhao Fusheng asked, taking a step back without changing his expression.

Although Mu Qingqing was a goddess, she had nothing to do with him.

A certain Mr. Zhang's mother had once sternly warned her son: in this world, the more beautiful a woman, the more likely she is to deceive.

The phrase "beautiful woman" itself represents countless troubles.

Zhao Fusheng could clearly sense this from the way the guy behind Mu Qingqing looked at him.

Simply put, it was the gaze of a rival in love.

After all, Zhao Fusheng's mental age was decades old, so he wouldn't stoop to a young man's level, but he wouldn't show any goodwill toward a同性 who displayed hostility toward him.

"Well, I'd like to invite you to join our poetry society," Mu Qingqing said with a slight smile, seemingly unaware of the undercurrents between the two men.

Pointing at the tall guy, she said to Zhao Fusheng, "This is Li Zhiyuan, the president of our school's poetry society."

"Hello, I'm Li Zhiyuan." The tall guy walked over and extended his hand to Zhao Fusheng.

"Hello, Zhao Fusheng." Zhao Fusheng smiled and shook his hand.

As if by tacit agreement, their hands only clasped in the air, never truly making contact.

They say like repels like, opposites attract. The more outstanding two同性 are, the more they repel each other. There's some truth to that.

After all, like proud peacocks, every man wants to be the most eye-catching one in front of a beautiful异性.

Li Zhiyuan was clearly an admirer of Mu Qingqing. Zhao Fusheng could tell from his eyes.

But unfortunately, the other couldn't see that Zhao Fusheng wasn't that close to Mu Qingqing.

In Li Zhiyuan's eyes, this guy named Zhao Fusheng was a shameless opportunist using the pretense of writing poetry to get close to Mu Qingqing.

People often say the hardest thing is to wake someone who's pretending to sleep.

Zhao Fusheng now felt that way. No matter how much he kept his distance from Mu Qingqing, in Li Zhiyuan's eyes, writing those two poems that Mu Qingqing admired so much and was determined to recruit him into the poetry society was a huge mistake.

"Sorry, I don't want to join your poetry society."

Zhao Fusheng said to Mu Qingqing, his expression quite sincere, very earnest, even blinking his eyes hard, hoping Mu Qingqing would feel his sincerity.

But unfortunately, the campus belle Mu didn't get what Zhao Fusheng was trying to convey at all. She looked at him blankly: "Why?"

In Mu Qingqing's view, poetry was literature, art, a release of the soul's thoughts. Since Zhao Fusheng was so talented, why did he have to hide it?

Zhao Fusheng now felt that literary young women were just too scary.

To make matters worse, Li Zhiyuan was fanning the flames: "Classmate Zhao, if you think Qingqing's invitation isn't sincere enough, you can name your conditions."

Name your ass!

Zhao Fusheng wished he could punch that bastard in the face. With his words, what kind of person did he make Zhao Fusheng out to be?

"You misunderstand. I'm just not interested in it," Zhao Fusheng said patiently to Li Zhiyuan.

"Not interested?"

Li Zhiyuan said nothing, but Mu Qingqing's expression changed slightly. She looked at Zhao Fusheng: "Do you mean writing poetry isn't important?"

Zhao Fusheng sighed helplessly. He really couldn't explain to Mu Qingqing. He couldn't very well say he wrote those two poems purely to help Tan Kaixuan pursue Hu Xia.

If he said that, Mu Qingqing would probably be terribly disappointed.

"That's not what I mean. What I mean is, instead of writing poetry in the dorm every day, it's better to go into real life and do something meaningful for this country," Zhao Fusheng said after a moment's thought.

To deal with literary youth like Mu Qingqing, you had to move them with ideals and such.

"Meaningful things?" Mu Qingqing frowned slightly, looking at Zhao Fusheng, clearly not understanding what he meant.

"Yes, the way to learn to swim is to swallow a few mouthfuls of water. If a poet wants to truly express the voice of an era, he should step into life," Zhao Fusheng said shamelessly, completely ignoring Li Zhiyuan's fiery gaze beside him.

"If you ask me, if you really want to write good poetry, you should spend two or three years teaching in the mountains and truly experience life."

Zhao Fusheng looked at Mu Qingqing and gave his real suggestion.

That girl from before had gone abroad after graduation. Perhaps due to the pressures of reality or because she saw through her surroundings, she was no longer the goddess who made people's eyes light up, but had become a mediocrity drifting with the tide.

Girls like Mu Qingqing were perhaps every boy's youthful dream, like a flower that never withers, accompanying them through the best years of youth, weathering storms.

Then, as things change and vicissitudes occur, all the past drifts away like the wind.

We are too close to memories, too far from freedom. Sometimes we can't let go, only because we've fallen in love with memories. A moment of hesitation, a betrayal, an accident, is enough to wither it. Break free, and it all vanishes.

What remains are only unforgettable memories and the past.

And that is life, growth, a process everyone must go through.

Those who haven't experienced it naturally wouldn't understand the complex emotions Zhao Fusheng felt at that moment. Looking at Mu Qingqing, still naive and immersed in her own world, he found it hard to imagine what she had gone through abroad over the years that turned a girl full of ideals into a worldly woman.

Perhaps that was the price of growing up.

And now, what Zhao Fusheng could do was add a bit of "excitement" to Mu Qingqing's life.