Chapter 0095: A Small Game

Zhao Fusheng didn't care at all about the friend zone card Mu Qingqing had given him. What he cared about was a game that came to mind after he said the words 'gold water.'

Werewolf.

Or more precisely, it was called the Killing Game. It was a multiplayer, language-driven strategy board game that tested eloquence and analytical skills.

Zhao Fusheng remembered clearly that this game quickly became popular among young people.

With nothing else to do, he planned to create this game and register the copyright while he was at it.

As for making money, that was out of the question for now, since mobile phones and computers hadn't become household essentials yet, but it could serve as a way to pass the time.

With that thought, Zhao Fusheng smiled at Mu Qingqing. 'Sorry, I have something to do. I'll be going now.'

Mu Qingqing was taken aback, then looked at Zhao Fusheng with resignation. 'I...'

Before she could finish, Zhao Fusheng had already walked away.

In a sense, Zhao Fusheng's attitude toward Mu Qingqing had always been to keep his distance. This girl had little to do with him; beauty meant trouble, and he wasn't the type to be unable to move when he saw a woman. So Zhao Fusheng felt there was no need for too much interaction between him and Mu Qingqing.

'This guy, am I that scary?' Mu Qingqing muttered as she watched Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure.

She had always been confident in her appearance, and the facts from childhood to adulthood proved that few could remain calm and composed under the charm of Miss Mu.

But in front of Zhao Fusheng, Mu Qingqing had to admit that her once-proud appearance seemed to have become a burden.

This guy, every time he saw her, he acted as if he feared her like a tiger, eager to stay as far away as possible. It was truly infuriating.

If Zhao Fusheng knew what Mu Qingqing was thinking, he would have laughed out loud three times.

For him, life was meant to be enjoyed and strived for, but definitely not for chasing girls.

Relationships between people could be strange sometimes. A few words might forge a lifelong friendship, while living together day and night could lead to sleeping in the same bed but dreaming different dreams. Zhao Fusheng understood this well, even better than most people.

'Yo, you're back.' As soon as he entered the dorm, Zhao Fusheng saw Wen Yu and Wang Zhen hovering around his computer.

'I say, Old Zhao, you've struck it rich this summer vacation,' Wang Zhen said with a grin.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head helplessly and repeated what he had said to Boss Zheng, finally adding, 'I heard Qin Wentao is still recruiting. You can go try your luck when you have time.'

'Got it. We'll give it a try when we have time.' Both nodded with smiles and continued hovering around the computer.

Even for college students, computers were a novelty. This was 1999, not 2009. The word 'computer' at this time represented advanced technology.

'What are the specs?'

'How much did it cost?'

'Is the internet fast?'

The two kept asking Zhao Fusheng questions.

'Hey, this webpage is pretty good.' When Wen Yu opened the browser, he saw the homepage wo123 and exclaimed in surprise.

'What's up?' Zhao Fusheng asked, puzzled.

'It's very convenient, really good.' Wen Yu said as he clicked the mouse to open the webpage he wanted to visit.

'Hmm, it really is,' Wang Zhen chimed in.

'You can share this website on the school forum,' Zhao Fusheng suggested to Wen Yu after a moment's thought.

Wen Yu was startled for a moment, then smiled and nodded. 'Right, right, right.'

At that time, the little penguin hadn't become popular yet. Even when welcoming the millennium, the penguin company's employees had all gone out to celebrate, and Boss Ma had to personally play the role of customer service. As the most forward-thinking students of this era, what they loved to browse most was the school's BBS forum.

Of course, the most famous was undoubtedly Tsinghua University's renowned Shuimu Qinghua, as well as the legendary Tianya. If Zhao Fusheng remembered correctly, Tianya Forum should have been founded about half a year ago by now.

'By the way, tomorrow is the new student registration. The student union asked me to help out. Are you guys coming?' Wen Yu asked the two. He held a minor position in the student union, neither high nor low, just a small official.

'What's the point? Might as well stay in the dorm and play games,' Wang Zhen shook his head and said.

His heart was set on that senior named Dong Chenxi, so naturally he had no interest in being a laborer for the new students.

Zhao Fusheng actually felt the same way, but before he could speak, Wen Yu said, 'Old Wang isn't going, so it's you. The minister asked me to find someone to help.'

'Alright...' Zhao Fusheng nodded helplessly and had to agree.

Lying in bed, Zhao Fusheng took out a notebook and began writing down the rules and roles of Werewolf. In fact, the game seemed complicated, but there weren't that many roles. What truly attracted people was the eloquence displayed when each person got a different card, and the process of constantly guessing others' identities.

'What are you writing?' Wen Yu let Wang Zhen use the computer and saw Zhao Fusheng scribbling, so he asked.

'I thought of a game that seems pretty fun.' Zhao Fusheng handed him what he had written. 'Take a look. What do you think?'

'A game?'

Wen Yu looked skeptical, took it, glanced at it, and blinked. 'Is there something strange about it?'

Zhao Fusheng smiled. 'When we have a chance to eat together with more people, I'll explain it to you, and you'll understand.'

This thing would take time to become popular, so he wasn't in a hurry.

Tan Kaixuan came back very late. On the last night before the start of junior year, the four roommates chatted until midnight, mostly about their respective vacations and their plans for the next year.

Wang Zhen swore that he would definitely win Dong Chenxi over, because this was her last year at school.

The others in the dorm expressed their support, but on the condition that he had to stop stealing her thermos, or else they would make sure he knew why flowers were so red.

Given the strong public opinion, Wang Zhen finally decided to call Dong Chenxi and confess after school started.

Then, his snoring began, perhaps practicing how to confess in his dreams.

The others had all fallen asleep, but Zhao Fusheng had no sleepiness at all. He lay in bed, listening to the occasional calls of small animals outside the window and the rustling of leaves in the wind.

A new semester was about to begin, and for him, it meant that his dreams were about to set sail.

Some dreams are buried deep in the heart but never fade. Some streets, even a lifetime is not enough to tire of. Just as the sea often brings joy, Zhao Fusheng believed that in this life, he would eventually find the one in his heart.