Chapter 0045: Face-to-Face, Drum-to-Drum

After a pleasant weekend, Zhao Fusheng returned to school.

Things at home were now stable, so he didn't need to worry about anything. The only fly in the ointment was Fan Beibei.

The little girl was becoming more and more attached to Zhao Fusheng. Every time he left home, she was extremely reluctant, crying heartbreakingly, which made Zhao Fusheng feel terrible.

In his previous life, he had no children, so he truly adored Fan Beibei.

But there was no way around it; he couldn't bring the little girl to school.

After promising the little princess that he would come home every weekend to be with her, Zhao Fusheng finally left home under Fan Beibei's reluctant gaze.

None of the other three in the dorm were from Ninghai; only Zhao Fusheng had the chance to go home on weekends. But even so, he had to return to school on Sunday evening, otherwise he might miss Monday morning's classes.

“You're back pretty early,” Wen Yu said with a smile when he saw Zhao Fusheng enter.

He and Wang Zhen were huddled together studying something, while Tan Kaixuan was absent, presumably accompanying his girlfriend.

“I have class tomorrow morning; I wouldn't dare delay,” Zhao Fusheng said as he pulled several snacks from his bag. “My mom gave these; let's share.”

Because his roommates' families were all out of town, Zhao's mother would occasionally give them some food.

“Got it, we'll pay respects to our mom later,” Wang Zhen said with a grin.

Zhao Fusheng secretly thought that the reason these guys still stuck with him after graduation in his previous life was largely because they had eaten his food for four years in college.

“By the way, while you were away these two days, Mu Qingqing came looking for you,” Wang Zhen said to Zhao Fusheng while eating fruit, head down.

Zhao Fusheng was startled. “Did she say what it was about?”

“No, she didn't say much when she saw you weren't here,” Wang Zhen said without looking up. “That's enough; Mu Qingqing is a well-known talented woman in the School of Literature. She's already chasing you; just say yes. Don't put on airs.”

Zhao Fusheng didn't respond; he simply didn't know how to explain.

The matter of Mu Qingqing chasing him had become news in the School of Communication. After all, compared to Mu Qingqing, Zhao Fusheng was too unremarkable. Although Zhao Fusheng thought he wasn't bad-looking, the problem was that Mu Qingqing was too outstanding.

Stories of princes and princesses are never remembered; the romantic tales we recall in the long river of history are either the Seven Fairies and Dong Yong, or the prince and Cinderella.

Zhao Fusheng was no prince, nor did he want to be a Dong Yong clinging to the powerful. He was just an ordinary person.

An ordinary person has ordinary thoughts and ordinary desires.

Whether Mu Qingqing was a goddess or a lunatic, she was not someone Zhao Fusheng could afford to provoke now.

In summer, the most common sight in male dormitories was guys wandering around shirtless. Recently, after Landlords became popular, poker became the most sought-after item in every dorm.

Seeing Tan Kaixuan, who had just returned to the dorm, ready to drag Wen Yu and Wang Zhen into a card game, Zhao Fusheng helplessly rolled his eyes. “Old Tan, ask Hu Xia for Mu Qingqing's dorm phone number.”

“Huh?” Tan Kaixuan was startled, then a glint flashed in his eyes. “What, are you going to accept Mu Qingqing?”

“Accept your head.”

Rapping the heads of his three unscrupulous roommates, Zhao Fusheng said calmly, “I'll say it again: Mu Qingqing and I have nothing going on, and she's not pursuing me. If you guys keep talking nonsense, don't expect me to bring anything back on weekends.”

Zhao's mother's cooking was excellent, and the guys especially loved her pot-roasted pork. Hearing such a “severe” threat from Zhao Fusheng, they immediately shut up.

Tan Kaixuan obediently went to make a phone call and soon got Mu Qingqing's dorm number from Hu Xia.

Holding the receiver, Zhao Fusheng was about to call when he suddenly noticed the dorm had gone quiet. Turning around, he saw three heads staring at him with gossipy expressions.

“You three, that's enough.”

Zhao Fusheng looked at his three roommates speechlessly.

Honestly, sometimes he wondered if these guys had exhausted all their enthusiasm when they were young, which was why they became increasingly lethargic as they aged.

That included Zhao Fusheng himself.

“Don't mind us; go ahead and make your call,” Tan Kaixuan said with a smile, but his eyes betrayed his burning curiosity.

“Right, right, make your call; pretend we're not here,” Wen Yu nodded like a chick pecking rice.

To this, Zhao Fusheng could only think, “I have a ‘MMP’ I don't know if I should say.”

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Fusheng, being more mature and better at regulating his emotions than these guys, quickly calmed himself down.

He dialed Mu Qingqing's dorm number, and soon a crisp voice answered, “Hello, who are you looking for?”

“May I speak to Mu Qingqing? My surname is Zhao,” Zhao Fusheng stated his identity directly, mainly afraid that Mu Qingqing might not answer if she didn't know who was calling.

“Surname Zhao?” The person on the other end hesitated for a few seconds, then raised her voice: “Qingqing, it's for you. A Zhao.”

Zhao Fusheng was speechless. This girl was like a loudspeaker; with that voice, half the floor could probably hear.

Soon, Mu Qingqing's soft voice came through, but with a hint of uncertainty: “Zhao Fusheng?”

“It's me,” Zhao Fusheng said calmly. “I heard you were looking for me. Is there something?”

He took the initiative to call Mu Qingqing because he felt she wouldn't seek him out several times for no reason.

If it were a pursuit, she wouldn't need to come in person, especially with Hu Xia and Tan Kaixuan around.

“Yes, there is something,” Mu Qingqing, true to herself, immediately understood Zhao Fusheng's meaning and said directly.

“Then I'll come to your dorm to find you.”

“Okay, see you in a bit.”

When Zhao Fusheng hung up the phone and turned around, he saw three stunned faces.

“What's wrong with you?” Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng was puzzled. The three were standing there like statues, looking inexplicably foolish.

“Wait, are you going on a date with Mu Qingqing?” Wen Yu asked in surprise.

“Yeah, you just casually asked Mu Qingqing out?” Wang Zhen looked incredulous, clearly unable to believe it.

“Did you dial the wrong number?” Tan Kaixuan blurted out.

Clearly, what had just happened was completely beyond their expectations, not at all the scenario they had imagined.

Zhao Fusheng couldn't be bothered with these guys. Waving his hand, he walked out of the dorm on his own.

“Should we follow?”

Tan Kaixuan hesitated, then said to Wang Zhen and Wen Yu.

Wen Yu was taken aback, but Wang Zhen shook his head decisively: “No, you know Old Zhao. If he catches us tailing him, he'll definitely get angry.”

Tan Kaixuan immediately deflated, lying on the bed with a look of despair. “Ah, I really want to know what they're meeting about...”

But he also knew, as Wang Zhen said, jokes were jokes, but if the three of them actually followed Zhao Fusheng to spy on his meeting with Mu Qingqing, they might not even remain friends.

After all, even friends have their own personal privacy.

“Forget it, let's just play poker,” Wen Yu suggested, and Tan Kaixuan, who had just been lying on the bed unwilling to move, jumped up again.

In this era, university entertainment was limited. Apart from group activities organized by the class, college, or school, the rest was left to students to organize themselves.

Later, the proliferation of mobile phones and computers provided people with ways to pass the time, but communication between them grew less and less. Loneliness became a disease that everyone living in big cities would suffer from.