Chapter 0035: I Just Want to Be a Quiet and Handsome Man

The hardest people to communicate with in this world are those who have read a bit and have their minds filled with standard answers. Most of their standard answers come from textbooks, radio, television, newspapers, and official websites, running through the entire process from childhood to youth and even middle age. Therefore, the most可怕 thing about people is not that they have no thoughts, but that their minds are filled with plausible but incorrect answers.

Many people actually don't understand that a high-quality life does not lie in abundance, but in simplicity. Some things should be discarded, some should be let go.

Of course, there are four things that must be possessed at all times: confidence written on the face, kindness rooted in the heart, integrity integrated into the blood, and resilience engraved in life.

They are like amulets on the journey of life. Perhaps they don't show much in peaceful days, but they always bring good luck unexpectedly.

I hope we never lose our confidence, hold the warmest goodwill towards the world, and possess a hard armor against malice. Be kind and strong, gentle and independent.

"I don't like singing." Mu Qingqing's voice was soft, pleasant to hear.

Zhao Fusheng smiled noncommittally.

With his smile, Mu Qingqing frowned. The trace of melancholy she had just seen on Zhao Fusheng's face disappeared in an instant.

She had always thought she could see through the people around her clearly, but for some reason, she felt that this Zhao Fusheng was different from others his age, carrying an indescribable aura.

Mu Qingqing really liked those two poems. She believed Zhao Fusheng wrote them, but he simply wouldn't admit it, and even seemed to avoid her invitation.

That was the first time in Mu Qingqing's life she had been rejected.

From then on, she became curious about Zhao Fusheng.

"What you said that day about teaching in the countryside—was that from the heart?" Mu Qingqing brought up the topic again, asking Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng raised an eyebrow, glanced at the girl beside him, and finally nodded: "If I have the chance, I will go."

After a moment's thought, he blinked: "Actually, I think people need to have some goals in life. For example, my family isn't well-off, so my first goal is to earn more money so my parents don't have to work so hard."

Mu Qingqing was taken aback, but had to admit that Zhao Fusheng's words made sense.

As someone from a well-off family, she couldn't fully understand the desire for money that someone lacking material things might have, but she could understand the impact money has on every family's life.

"I think your idea is right." Mu Qingqing smiled radiantly, her beauty captivating, her eyes as beautiful as a crescent moon.

"Thanks." Zhao Fusheng chuckled lightly and said no more.

He had no interest in chatting with Mu Qingqing. Although she was a goddess, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, it had little to do with him, and he had no intention of falling in love.

In Zhao Fusheng's view, love is a sacred thing. "I love you" is three words, yet they form the most complex sentence. Some people keep it in their hearts, others blurt it out.

Maybe someone once looked at you quietly, thinking: Can you wait for me? Wait for me to wake up, to distinguish right from wrong, to convince myself, to climb the cliff, to sew up my chest and come see you.

But no one in the world is waiting.

Because if you wait, rain will fall on the one-way street, and you won't find the right signpost. If you wait, life will be full of typos, and you won't see the beautiful cover.

No one in the world knows who is waiting for whom.

What Zhao Fusheng wanted to wait for was the truly right person.

The singing continued. A group of young people gathered together, drinking and singing, the atmosphere never feeling cold. Everyone laughed and joked, lively and cheerful.

Finally, someone noticed Zhao Fusheng and Mu Qingqing sitting there. Wang Zhen grinned and came over: "Old Zhao, want to sing one?"

"No, I don't really like it." Zhao Fusheng shook his head and declined politely.

"Hey, have you two found a kindred spirit? Not singing, not drinking, just chatting here." Hu Xia, who had also drunk quite a bit, her face red like an apple, came over and said with a smile.

Mu Qingqing's cheeks flushed; she clearly wasn't used to such teasing. Zhao Fusheng, however, was indifferent. He waved his hand and called to Tan Kaixuan: "Come over, take your girlfriend away, find a secluded spot, and kiss as much as you like."

With that, Hu Xia, unable to retort, blushed and fled the room. Tan Kaixuan gave Zhao Fusheng a look of brotherly gratitude and quickly chased after her.

Of course, whether the two would have any intimate contact was known only to them.

"You're too sly." Mu Qingqing shot Zhao Fusheng a glance and muttered softly.

Smart as she was, she could see that Zhao Fusheng had deliberately teased Hu Xia just now.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Sometimes, many things aren't really what people want to do; they just go along with others' desires."

Mu Qingqing was startled, lost in thought, but said nothing.

A few minutes passed, and Hu Xia and Tan Kaixuan hadn't returned. Just as Wang Zhen was about to go look for them, the door opened and Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia walked in, followed by several people.

"Qingqing, you're here too?"

Standing behind Hu Xia and Tan Kaixuan was actually Li Zhiyuan, along with three other boys who were clearly his roommates.

"President Li and his roommates were also singing here and we ran into them." Hu Xia explained helplessly. She and Tan Kaixuan were talking outside when they met Li Zhiyuan. Since they were in the same poetry club, they had to greet him. When he heard Mu Qingqing was also there, Li Zhiyuan naturally followed.

"Mm, hello."

Mu Qingqing greeted Li Zhiyuan indifferently, without a hint of emotion.

Li Zhiyuan smiled and nodded to everyone. Only when he saw Zhao Fusheng did his pupils contract, and then he showed a surprised expression: "Zhao Fusheng, you're here too?"

"Yeah, just hanging out." Zhao Fusheng replied calmly to Li Zhiyuan's somewhat exaggerated remark.

"Fusheng is my roommate." Tan Kaixuan, who had already been introduced by Hu Xia outside, said to Li Zhiyuan.

Although he couldn't tell yet, instinct told Tan Kaixuan that there was definitely some issue between Zhao Fusheng and Li Zhiyuan, and the key was probably Mu Qingqing.

As the saying goes, a virtuous maiden is a gentleman's pursuit. Conflicts over pretty girls in college are not uncommon. But what surprised Tan Kaixuan was that Mu Qingqing, such a beauty, was actually interested in Zhao Fusheng.

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With more people, the atmosphere naturally became livelier. Li Zhiyuan and his roommates, clearly experienced in such outings, quickly blended in. But unlike the other boys who focused on Hu Xia's roommates, Li Zhiyuan's eyes were fixed solely on Mu Qingqing.

From Mu Qingqing, Zhao Fusheng learned that Li Zhiyuan was in the same major as her, both in the College of Humanities, and like him, they were sophomores.

In fact, in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had only heard of Mu Qingqing; he had no impression of Li Zhiyuan at all. He was probably someone who appeared out of nowhere.

Of course, that didn't stop Zhao Fusheng from disliking him.

But Zhao Fusheng felt it was beneath him to argue with a twenty-year-old. After experiencing rebirth, he thought he had moved beyond certain lowbrow interests. Rivalry for affection, even just hearing about it, seemed lacking in class.

Unfortunately, he didn't want trouble, but some people didn't want to see him sitting there comfortably.

"Come on, let's sing!" Li Zhiyuan called out loudly, looking at Mu Qingqing: "Qingqing, you too."

Mu Qingqing shook her head, but her gaze fell on Zhao Fusheng.

"Zhao Fusheng, come on, join us."

Li Zhiyuan was momentarily stunned, then said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng still refused with a smile. For him, on one hand, he wasn't familiar with the songs; more importantly, he really didn't like singing.

They say a song represents a memory. Some people cry when they hear a familiar song; some remember their past selves because of a song.

For Zhao Fusheng, it was probably the same.

Seeing that he made no move and continued to sit talking quietly with Mu Qingqing, Li Zhiyuan's roommates exchanged glances and frowned.

Li Zhiyuan took a deep breath, walked to the center, picked up the microphone, and said: "The next song, 'Beautiful Her,' is dedicated to the most beautiful girl here. I hope you like it."

The music started.

"Your eyes are so enchanting, they make me lose my spirit..."

Admittedly, Li Zhiyuan sang quite well. At least, judging by the reactions around him, Hu Xia's roommates were already wide-eyed and cheering loudly.

When the song ended, Li Zhiyuan hit a high note and struck a particularly cool pose, bringing the atmosphere to a climax.

"Great! Well sung!"

"Awesome!"

"So cool!"

For a moment, praise was incessant, lifting Li Zhiyuan's spirits considerably.

Then, his gaze turned to Zhao Fusheng: "Zhao Fusheng, how about a song?"

Hmm?

Hearing Li Zhiyuan's words, Tan Kaixuan frowned, finally realizing something was off.