Chapter 0046: The Goddess Also Gets Stumped

When Zhao Fusheng appeared at the entrance of the girls' dormitory, he didn't attract much attention. After all, he wasn't a campus celebrity. Though he was good-looking, unfortunately, Japanese manga like Slam Dunk hadn't become popular yet. Whether it was Fujima Kenji or Rukawa Kaede, neither could compete with the milky-faced idols like Nicholas Tse or Edison Chen in the eyes of college students.

But unfortunately, Zhao Fusheng didn't look greasy at all.

Occasionally, someone passing by glanced at Zhao Fusheng but didn't pause, probably assuming he was waiting for his girlfriend.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't in a hurry. He stood across from the dormitory building, the campus radio playing in his ears—a song from across the strait, seemingly called "Queen's Road East."

"Queen's Road West and Queen's Road East, Queen's Road East and Queen's Road Central..." The familiar tune played, the voice unchanged. A smile crept onto Zhao Fusheng's lips.

For him, occasionally hearing songs from the depths of his memory was undoubtedly a joyful thing.

Though he knew he wasn't in the true past, that was enough.

"You came quickly."

Mu Qingqing walked over, her delicate face carrying a faint smile.

Zhao Fusheng found her beautiful but felt no stir in his heart. He nodded lightly, and the two walked forward, leaving behind a group of stunned students.

"Mu Qingqing seems to have a boyfriend!"

"Mu Qingqing has been confessed to!"

Rumors often spread this way, though the parties involved remained unaware.

The distance between them was not close. To avoid misunderstandings, Zhao Fusheng deliberately kept his distance from Mu Qingqing. He disliked trouble and didn't want to be entangled by it.

Along the way, many eyes swept over them. When they saw Zhao Fusheng, they paid no attention, but when they saw Mu Qingqing, a glimmer of admiration flashed in many eyes.

A girl like her would unconsciously draw attention wherever she went.

At that time, universities held a neutral stance on romance—neither opposing nor supporting it. Simply put, as long as students didn't openly embrace in class, the school wouldn't interfere.

In Zhao Fusheng's memory, this era was still conservative. In a few years, college campuses would be filled with all kinds of love stories, and some students would even get married while still studying.

Turning to glance at Mu Qingqing behind him, Zhao Fusheng felt a strange emotion stir within him. In his past life, he had no connection with Mu Qingqing. He only knew that this goddess-level figure of Ninghai Normal University had rejected countless suitors over four years, gone abroad, and ended up with a foreigner.

Of course, her ending wasn't good. After all, a woman raising a child alone, even without material lack, would inevitably suffer spiritual emptiness.

Now that they had crossed paths, should he do something?

"What's wrong?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng looking at her, Mu Qingqing frowned and asked. She was a truly cultured girl, with clear plans for her life and future, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

Of course, in Zhao Fusheng's view, her maturity was somewhat overly idealistic.

That was why he had previously used the idea of teaching in rural areas to fool Mu Qingqing.

In Zhao Fusheng's opinion, Mu Qingqing going to teach in the countryside was far better than going abroad, marrying a foreigner, and eventually divorcing.

"Nothing much, just wanted to chat with you." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile to Mu Qingqing. His purpose was simple: he hoped to clarify things with her and wish that she would stop appearing around him.

Women are trouble, especially a beauty like Mu Qingqing. Most crucially, Zhao Fusheng didn't even like her, which made things even more troublesome.

Zhao Fusheng certainly didn't want to end up cornered in some corner of the school by one of Mu Qingqing's admirers.

"Just as well, I wanted to talk to you too." The campus belle Mu seemed in a good mood, chatting and laughing with Zhao Fusheng.

On summer evenings, the university campus was always filled with couples. People liked to take walks at this time, and the cicadas, unwilling to be left out, would occasionally let out a burst of chirping, as if calling to their companions.

"Oh?"

Zhao Fusheng was somewhat surprised, but not shocked. In his view, unless something was up, a girl like Mu Qingqing would never have anything to do with him.

It is valuable to know oneself. Zhao Fusheng didn't think that Mu Qingqing would take a liking to him for no reason. If that were the case, the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai wouldn't have been passed down through the ages.

"It's like this: I want to buy the song you sang at the bar that day." Mu Qingqing didn't beat around the bush but stated her purpose directly.

Zhao Fusheng was a bit surprised: "Buy a song?"

"Yes, my family runs a record company. To be honest, I think this song of yours has the potential to become a hit." Mu Qingqing looked at Zhao Fusheng and said sincerely.

But contrary to her expectations, Zhao Fusheng seemed very calm, and didn't even appear particularly thrilled by her words, which she found quite strange.

In fact, it was hard for Zhao Fusheng to feel much excitement. Aside from being a bit surprised that Mu Qingqing's family was in the entertainment industry, everything else seemed理所当然 to him.

A song that good—it would be strange if it didn't have hit potential.

"Zhao Fusheng, I know you're a talented person. Don't you want more people to hear your song?"

Mu Qingqing earnestly urged Zhao Fusheng, clearly hoping he would agree. "And don't worry, the singers we find are all very talented in the domestic music scene. They won't let your song down."

A faint smile appeared at the corner of Zhao Fusheng's mouth. No wonder Mu Qingqing in his past life had been indifferent to her suitors during school and still lived comfortably after returning from abroad—turns out she was a rich second-generation.

So, it didn't matter.

With a light chuckle, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "I understand. Have your family contact me."

With that, he turned and left, leaving a stunned Mu Qingqing behind.

"That's it?"

Mu Qingqing silently watched Zhao Fusheng's back. Seeing that he was about to disappear from her sight, she quickly caught up.

"Wait."

Zhao Fusheng hadn't gone far when he heard footsteps and Mu Qingqing's voice behind him.

He stopped and turned around: "Something?"

"Of course." Mu Qingqing's usually calm demeanor finally shifted. "What did you mean by that just now? Why should my family contact you? Can't I do it?"

Clearly, her focus was on his previous remark.

As they say, a woman's heart is as deep as the sea. It seems no matter how old a woman is, her heart is hard to fathom.

Tilting his head, Zhao Fusheng calmly looked at Mu Qingqing: "Do you know how much a song costs? Do you know what kind of singer suits this song? Do you have the authority to sign a contract with me?"

A series of questions left Mu Qingqing dumbfounded, unable to say a word.

Zhao Fusheng blinked, chuckled, and turned to leave.

Mu Qingqing felt that Zhao Fusheng's smile was clearly mocking her ignorance.

Little did she know, Zhao Fusheng simply thought that Mu Qingqing was really naive at this moment. In his past life, he had seen her as a peer, a full-fledged goddess.

But now, Mu Qingqing was just a somewhat precocious literary girl.

It seems we always easily overlook the present, overlook many beautiful moments. And only after all the time has been squandered and wasted, can we pick out a certain segment from memory, brush off the dust that has settled on it, and sigh that it was the best.