Chapter 0540: Supporting Role (Part 2)

As soon as he saw the person walking in, Zhao Fusheng frowned. He finally understood how this gathering had been organized.

The leading boy was called Liu Yuan, the same one who, in his previous life, had asked about his relationship with Fan Baobao at the gathering. Or, to be precise, he was one of Fan Baobao's suitors.

This was perfectly normal—every pretty girl has her own admirers. Liu Yuan was one of Fan Baobao's fans, the kind who would still follow her even if she became a star.

It wasn't good or bad; he just relied on his family's modest wealth and had a bit of a self-satisfied attitude.

Of course, his academic performance was also quite good. Studying the same advertising design, he got into a prestigious university in Shanghai, while Zhao Fusheng could only go to Ninghai Normal University.

There was no helping it. Studying required not only effort but also talent, especially in middle and high school. Talent sometimes truly crushed others.

Zhao Fusheng knew he didn't have the ability to crush others, so naturally he became the one being crushed.

"Zhao Fusheng, you're here too." Liu Yuan smiled when he saw Zhao Fusheng.

Those familiar with Fan Baobao naturally knew that Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao had grown up together. Their relationship was no secret in the class, and everyone could understand it.

Moreover, Zhao Fusheng was quite well-liked in the class, the kind of person nobody disliked but nobody particularly liked either.

Such a person was too ordinary; it was hard for anyone to feel hostile toward him.

"Mm." Zhao Fusheng nodded faintly, showing no intention of getting close to Liu Yuan. He had been like this throughout high school, and he naturally wouldn't change just because of a few years.

"This guy, still the same as before," Liu Yuan muttered to the people beside him.

"He's always been like that. It's not like you've just met him."

"Yeah, no change after all these years." Several people laughed and commented.

Their chatter wasn't quiet. Zhao Fusheng heard it clearly but couldn't be bothered to pay attention to them. After all, he really didn't have the mood to argue with a bunch of twenty-somethings.

"Fan Baobao, you're a star now," Liu Yuan said, walking over to her with a smile.

Fan Baobao glanced at him and shook her head: "What star am I? I just shot an ad."

That was what Zhao Fusheng had told her before coming: try not to act too proud in front of classmates. There were many reasons, but the most important one was that it wasn't necessary.

These days, people's hearts are hidden. Fan Baobao might not have meant to do it, but if she really acted smug, it might get spread around. Then, whether online or in the future, if any news broke out, it could harm her image.

"Modest, you're being modest." Liu Yuan was all smiles. From the moment he saw Fan Baobao, his eyes hadn't left the space within a meter of her.

"By the way, Liu Yuan, you're studying advertising design, right?" At that moment, someone beside him asked Liu Yuan.

Liu Yuan nodded, somewhat reservedly, and said, "Mm, I designed an ad a while back, and it's already been selected by Shanghai TV."

He had participated in a college student advertising design competition, standing out among many university students, which was quite an achievement for him. Being brought up now naturally made him quite proud.

After all, he was young, and who doesn't like to show off in front of the girl they have a crush on?

Fan Baobao, however, was unimpressed. She just nodded lightly and said, "Is that so? Maybe we can collaborate sometime."

There was no helping it. Spending every day with Zhao Fusheng, even though she didn't know he was the mysterious planner behind Future Advertising, she had become so accustomed to his level that Liu Yuan's design simply didn't spark her interest.

In Fan Baobao's view, even a guy like Zhao Fusheng could design ad campaigns for superstars like Liu Tianwang and Zhou Feifei; Liu Yuan still had a long way to go.

If Liu Yuan knew what Fan Baobao was thinking at that moment, he would surely cry out in protest.

After all, not everyone had a trump card like rebirth or time travel like that beast Zhao Fusheng. For an ordinary college student to achieve this much was already quite remarkable.

Soon, more classmates arrived—some familiar to Zhao Fusheng, some not. After exchanging greetings, everyone sat down to eat.

There were two tables: one for the boys and one for the girls. This greatly displeased Fan Baobao, who had originally planned to sit next to Zhao Fusheng. In her mind, she wanted to sit with him and announce their relationship, to prevent any misunderstandings.

Unfortunately, the idea was good but didn't come to fruition.

At the table, Zhao Fusheng quietly took out his phone and sent Fan Baobao a message telling her to calm down, soothing his irritable girlfriend. Then he resumed his low-profile mode and started eating.

As the saying goes, "A leopard can't change its spots." That was just his nature. When dealing with people he didn't know or didn't want to engage with, Zhao Fusheng would retreat into his own world and completely avoid conversation.

No one knew about this habit of Zhao Fusheng's except Fan Baobao.

Watching Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao shook her head helplessly. This guy was just like before—when he decided not to talk to anyone, no matter the place or occasion, he truly wouldn't say a word.

Though it seemed a bit immature, it was so Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng could stay silent, but Fan Baobao couldn't. Character determines one's behavior; that was inevitable.

Fortunately, since the boys and girls were seated separately, Fan Baobao didn't have to deal with the boys and could just chat with the girls, without worrying about someone getting jealous.

In novels, class reunions often feature one or two people stirring up trouble and then getting humiliated. But the problem is, that's fiction, not real life.

Life is sometimes more exciting than fiction, but more often than not, it's quite mundane.

Take today's meal, for instance. From start to finish, Zhao Fusheng just quietly ate. Occasionally, someone nearby would ask about his college life, and he'd respond appropriately.

As for so-called trouble-making, it didn't exist.

Of course, being as eloquent and talkative as Liu Yuan wasn't Zhao Fusheng's style. Unless necessary, he never liked to be in the spotlight.

For example, on the topic Liu Yuan and the others were discussing, even though Zhao Fusheng was almost laughing inside, he held back, silently sitting there, picking up a piece of braised pork and eating it with relish.