Chapter 0037: Troublesome Woman

There are only two types of people in this world who don't have to agonize over self-growth: true fools and true geniuses. For most people, the process of self-growth is so difficult it's almost inhumane.

Zeng Guofan said that the failure of ordinary people lies in laziness, and the failure of talented people lies in arrogance. A simple sentence, but how hard it is to put into practice? Yet one must do it, and also learn to enjoy it, learn to think. Only when one's thoughts are clear can one's actions be measured.

That's why the ancients valued cultivating one's spirit—in plain terms, it means having a calm mind.

Zhao Fusheng didn't think he had such profound self-restraint, so after being provoked by Li Zhiyuan several times, he finally chose to explode.

But once anger erupts, it's like when a man finishes some sacred act—there's always an endless sense of emptiness.

The moment he stepped out of the bar, tears fell from Zhao Fusheng's eyes. He knew he could never go back.

Without waiting for those behind him, he hailed a taxi and went straight back to the dorm.

When Tan Kaixuan and the others came out, Zhao Fusheng was already gone. They hailed a few taxis and everyone went their separate ways.

Of course, intentionally or not, no one paid any attention to Li Zhiyuan and his group.

"Zhiyuan, should I get someone to teach that Zhao guy a lesson?" a roommate behind Li Zhiyuan said with a scowl.

Zhao Fusheng's actions just now were like a slap in the face to Li Zhiyuan. In their view, revenge was a must.

Li Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then finally shook his head: "Forget it. There will be plenty of chances to teach him a lesson later."

His reasoning was simple: if he got someone to teach Zhao Fusheng a lesson over chasing a girl, and it came to light, he might face disciplinary action. For Li Zhiyuan, being punished because of Zhao Fusheng was simply not worth it.

People are ultimately rational.

Although sometimes we are driven by impulses called emotions to do absurd or even crazy things, once those emotions cool down and we regain calm, we make the choice that benefits us most.

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Li Zhiyuan chose now, he would think highly of this young man. After all, having such self-control at this age, even if he doesn't achieve great things, he's certainly no simple character.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng was in no mood to care about anyone or anything right now.

Zhao Fusheng could be a very self-centered person at times.

Ever since he realized he had been given a second chance at life, he had been striving to live more freely, to make his life more spontaneous.

Living is ultimately about making life freer. It's a continuous struggle; every time one accomplishes something, they take a step closer to freedom.

Of course, some people may be more gifted, achieving all life's goals early and reaching a state of complete freedom. Others, less gifted, may take longer.

But no matter what, as time goes on, everyone eventually grows up and grows old.

Lying in bed, Zhao Fusheng thought about how to make this life more meaningful and happier.

Before long, Tan Kaixuan and the others returned. They looked at Zhao Fusheng with astonishment.

Lately, Zhao Fusheng had been giving them too many surprises.

Writing poetry, studying hard, and now inexplicably writing a song that moved everyone in the bar to tears—had this guy changed?

"Hey, Old Zhao, what's going on with you? You've changed so much I hardly recognize you," Wen Yu asked bluntly.

Zhao Fusheng paused for a moment, then shook his head: "I just think I should live well from now on."

"Live well?" They exchanged glances, not understanding what he meant.

"Yes, live well, do meaningful things." Zhao Fusheng gave them that answer, then turned over and went straight to sleep.

But inwardly, he chuckled. These guys probably didn't know Xu Sanduo yet, so this phrase would keep them pondering all night.

As it turned out, Zhao Fusheng's guess was correct.

The next morning, he woke up refreshed, but the other three had bloodshot eyes, muttering things like "live well" and "meaningful things."

After all, they were impressionable young people. Often, just one sentence could make them fall into deep thought, unable to extricate themselves.

Tan Kaixuan was fine—he had to go have lunch with his girlfriend Hu Xia. But Wen Yu and Wang Zhen stuck by Zhao Fusheng, mumbling incessantly.

There were classes in the morning, and Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered with them. He packed up and went to the lecture hall.

But just as he entered the classroom, a commotion came from the door. Soon someone shouted, "Zhao Fusheng, someone's looking for you."

Frowning, Wang Zhen and Wen Yu exchanged glances and stood up, thinking Li Zhiyuan had come to cause trouble for Zhao Fusheng.

But when they saw the figure standing at the door, those two bastards actually shot out of their seats faster than Zhao Fusheng.

"Classmate Mu, what brings you here?"

"Yeah, I wanted to ask, can we join the poetry club?"

The two shameless bastards hovered around Mu Qingqing. Zhao Fusheng stood beside them helplessly, nodding to Mu Qingqing as a greeting.

Mu Qingqing seemed used to such scenes. She smiled and exchanged a few words with Wen Yu and Wang Zhen, telling them that to join the poetry club they needed their own works. Then, ignoring the astonished gazes of everyone in the classroom, she said to Zhao Fusheng, "Can I sit in on your class with you?"

Silence!

Dead silence!

Within a ten-meter radius centered on Mu Qingqing, everyone who heard her words—male or female—had only one thought in their minds.

"Holy shit!"

"This can't be real, right?" a freckled boy said, staring at his roommate in shock.

"How should I know? Who is this girl?" his companion replied, equally stunned.

Clearly, in their eyes, Mu Qingqing was practically chasing Zhao Fusheng, even wanting to attend class with him. What a joke.

Zhao Fusheng frowned, glanced at the calm Mu Qingqing, and under everyone's shocked gaze, gently shook his head: "Sorry, I need to take notes. The front row isn't convenient."

For an instant, he felt the air around him grow cold.

"Idiot!"

"Blockhead!"

These two words flashed through everyone's minds, and all eyes were fixed on the two parties involved.