Chapter 0058 Summer Vacation Arrives

Just as a lion on the prairie doesn't care about the feelings of an ant by the roadside, Zhao Fusheng didn't care about Li Zhiyuan's or Mu Qingqing's feelings. Whether they disliked him or admired him, life belonged to himself; others' opinions weren't that important.

The final exams were coming up soon. Zhao Fusheng studied web design while reviewing his lessons. In his own words, it was a life of utter darkness.

There was no computer in the dormitory, but fortunately, Zheng Yao's office had one. From time to time, Zhao Fusheng could go to her office to use the internet. Of course, the computer at that time couldn't compare to future ones—the highest main frequency was 533 megahertz, a pure antique machine with a dual-core Pentium host. Although this configuration was mainstream, in Zhao Fusheng's eyes, the internet speed was no different from an ox pulling a cart.

But regardless, this was the only place besides the internet café where he could go online for free. Thinking about it, Zhao Fusheng felt relieved.

Wang Zhen was still single-mindedly infatuated with the senior student named Dong Chenxi, but unfortunately, apart from standing behind her and watching her back, he didn't have the guts to confess.

After the last incident, Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia's relationship didn't have problems; instead, it became even better.

In Hu Xia's words, she thought Tan Kaixuan looked especially dashing when he left with Zhao Fusheng.

"Old Zhao, weren't you really moved at that time, having a brother standing by your side..." Tan Kaixuan always liked to ask Zhao Fusheng this.

Zhao Fusheng was helpless against Tan's self-satisfaction. He couldn't tell the guy that he actually just wanted to leave and it had nothing to do with Li Zhiyuan's words.

The truth was always cruel and often made people very frustrated.

Of course, there had been good news in the past few days. The Fan family's house had finally been sold. After completing the property transfer, Li Yuan, with red eyes, moved into the Zhao family with Fan Beibei.

In other words, classmate Zhao Fusheng now had to live in the dormitory.

When his father called, Zhao Fusheng had no objections. Anyway, with the final exams ending, he was ready to start working toward his first pot of gold. Other things weren't important.

Besides, being able to spend a whole summer vacation without being bullied by Fan Baobao secretly gave Zhao Fusheng a little joy.

On July 15th, the final exams arrived as scheduled.

Three days later, when the last specialized course exam was over, the entire campus was filled with a relaxed atmosphere.

"Finally on vacation!"

In the dormitory, Tan Kaixuan let out a loud shout, his face full of excitement.

"What's there to be happy about? It's better to have class," Wang Zhen said listlessly. In his view, vacation meant he couldn't see Senior Chenxi, which wasn't a happy thing.

His roommates were too lazy to comment on this guy's peculiar way of thinking. In Wen Yu's words, people in love had lower IQs, with Tan Kaixuan being the most obvious example. And people in unrequited love had even lower IQs, basically negative.

"Alright, tickets are bought, stop talking nonsense." Wen Yu and Wang Zhen lived in Ludong and Jinnan respectively, so they were on the same route, while Tan Kaixuan was not.

"Come on, pack up and go home."

The three guys packed up and left. Zhao Fusheng was happy to have some peace. By the afternoon, only he was left in the dormitory.

He had just lain on the bed reading for a few minutes when his pager went off. He looked down and saw a few words: Come to the studio. Signed by General Manager Zheng.

Zhao Fusheng had nothing to say about Zheng Yao calling herself the general manager. A studio with only four people—she was quite imaginative. But Teacher Zheng was confident: when going out to negotiate business, if the business card didn't have the title of general manager, how could she bluff others?

That wasn't wrong. Starting from the 1990s, all kinds of companies sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain. In 1992, over a million public officials went into business. Everyone addressed each other as this manager or that manager. There was a joke at the time: if a signboard fell and hit ten people, nine would be general managers, and the remaining one would be a deputy general manager. This showed how common it was.

After tidying up, Zhao Fusheng, wearing shorts, a floral vest, and slippers, strolled leisurely toward the studio.

In the middle of summer and on vacation, he dressed as comfortably as possible.

When he arrived at the studio, Qin Wentao was packing things. Zhao Fusheng looked at him curiously: "Didn't you go home?"

"No, the studio can't be left unattended." Qin Wentao was organizing documents and said to Zhao Fusheng, "Why are you here?"

As a member of the studio, although Qin Wentao didn't know that Zhao Fusheng and Zheng Yao were partners, he knew that Zheng Yao valued Zhao Fusheng highly because Zhao Fusheng had strong talent in advertising design. The studio's first advertising order was designed by Zhao Fusheng.

"Teacher Zheng asked me to come."

Zhao Fusheng answered while looking around the studio. Finding the room quite clean, he asked curiously, "Did you clean it?"

Qin Wentao shook his head: "Not me. I only clean occasionally. It's mainly Sister Bai who does it."

"Sister Bai?"

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, then a graceful figure and a name that left a deep impression on him flashed through his mind.

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng noticed that when mentioning Sister Bai, Qin Wentao's face reddened, and his mood seemed a bit strange.

One was a youthful and attractive mature woman, the other a vigorous young student. Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that the class monitor's life might be about to change.

Thinking this, Zhao Fusheng gave Qin Wentao a meaningful look and smiled: "I didn't expect you to get familiar with her so quickly."

Qin Wentao was startled and quickly explained: "No, it's just that the two of us are often here alone, so we take turns cleaning."

"It's okay, I understand, I understand."

Zhao Fusheng smiled and waved his hand.

As soon as he finished speaking, the studio door opened. Zheng Yao walked in, glanced at Zhao Fusheng, and asked curiously, "What do you understand?"

"Nothing, we were just chatting." Zhao Fusheng naturally wouldn't reveal certain secrets. He looked at Zheng Yao, who was beaming with joy, and tentatively asked, "Good news?"

Clearly, if there were no good news, Zheng Yao wouldn't look like this.

Zheng Yao nodded: "The advertisement for Runshengyuan has passed CCTV's review and will air on Channel 1 at the end of the month. From the feedback, it's pretty good. So Auntie Liu over there paid us the production fee in advance."

"Just that?" Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes helplessly. If Zheng Yao called him over just for this, it was too much of a fuss. It was something that could be said over the phone, so why make him come all the way?

Zheng Yao glared at him: "You, our studio's first order was a complete success. Shouldn't we celebrate?"

Zhao Fusheng finally understood. So General Manager Zheng was planning to reward the troops.