Chapter 10

Zhao Fusheng has always felt that in a person's long life, joy always appears and fades quickly, and the most beautiful times are the ones that pass by the fastest.

This might be related to his past experiences. People say one should get used to finding hope in despair and success in failure, but they don't realize that sometimes, failure is just failure, and despair is just despair. Life is never as simple as one might wish it to be.

The city's steel jungle devours not only the innocence of the past but also the passionate youth.

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng caught the tail of his youth.

"By the way, the counselor wants you to come back and see him," Wang Zhen, who was reading a martial arts novel, said to Zhao Fusheng.

Entertainment options were extremely limited in those days. Internet cafes were still a novelty, and an hour of internet cost three to four yuan, which for a group of college students from ordinary families, was almost equivalent to a day's meal money. So, very few people went online.

Not to mention places like karaoke bars, where the expenses were astronomical for students.

Therefore, martial arts novels became the primary tool for most boys to pass the time.

Jin Yong, Gu Long, Liang Yusheng, and occasionally Huang Yi and Wo Longsheng, the content of which was not something to be shared with outsiders.

Just like the book Wang Zhen was holding, "Seeking Qin" by Huang Yi. Zhao Fusheng didn't need to look to know that this guy was probably fantasizing, as every man hopes to become Xiang Shaolong, reborn and traveling through time, conveniently seducing a bunch of beauties.

But reality is often more absurd than fiction.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, indicating that he understood, and stepped out of the dormitory to find the counselor.

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"Student Zhao Fusheng, don't you think you should explain to me why you left school without permission on Friday?" In the counselor's office, a girl in her early twenties, wearing a black suit, with shoulder-length hair, sat there simply, exuding a youthful aura.

Her name was Zheng Yao, Zhao Fusheng's counselor. Both her parents were professors at Ninghai Normal University. After graduating with a master's degree last year, she stayed to teach, and Zhao Fusheng's class was her first batch of students.

In his memory, this beautiful counselor resigned soon after, and Zhao Fusheng didn't know the specific reason. It was only years later at a class reunion that he heard it might have been related to personal feelings.

Zheng Yao was very beautiful, with a charm that was both alluring and elegant.

Clear and graceful like a lotus, alluring like a red spider lily.

This was Zhao Fusheng's impression of Zheng Yao.

"Student Zhao Fusheng!"

Seeing Zhao Fusheng standing there in a daze, Zheng Yao shook her head helplessly and raised her voice.

"Ah?"

Called by Zheng Yao, Zhao Fusheng was startled and then realized that this wasn't a dream but reality.

"Teacher, I didn't mean to. There was something at home," Zhao Fusheng tried to explain, not wanting to be disciplined.

At that time, university management was still very strict.

Zheng Yao's delicate brows furrowed, and just as she was about to speak, the office phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID, her expression changed, but she still picked up the receiver.

"Where are you?"

"Okay, I'll come down."

After a few words, Zheng Yao waved at Zhao Fusheng. "You can go back first. I'll find you later."

Zhao Fusheng nodded quickly, left the office, went to the restroom, and then slowly walked down the stairs.

A black Audi sedan was parked outside the office building, apparently there to pick up Teacher Zheng.

Without much thought, Zhao Fusheng started to walk back to the dormitory via a small path behind the office building.

But after just a few steps, he heard a sharp slap.

"How could you hit someone?" a woman's voice called out, making Zhao Fusheng stop in his tracks.

Then, a familiar voice said, "I only found out today that you have so many things I didn't know about. I didn't want to know, but I never thought you would be so shameless."

Through the gaps in the overgrown grass, Zhao Fusheng saw Zheng Yao standing there, pointing at a couple. The man was holding his face, clearly the one who had been slapped.

Recalling the rumor he had heard in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng blinked and felt a bit awkward.

He wasn't at all gossipy. To him, those lost years were like looking through a dusty glass pane—visible but unattainable. He had always been nostalgic for the past, and if he could break through that dusty glass, he would surely return to those long-gone days.

But the current situation was really speechless.

Just as Zhao Fusheng was about to leave, the woman standing next to the man, Zheng Yao's boyfriend, suddenly spoke up, "He isn't shameless; it's just that what he wants, you can't give him."

"You!" Zheng Yao was furious, pointing at the woman but unable to say a word.

"He wants to do business, and my family can give him a million yuan. Can you?" The woman laughed triumphantly, turned, and walked away with the man, not even bothering to say another word.

Seeing his counselor crying uncontrollably, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt a bit at a loss.

If memories had a scent, it would be the fragrance of camphor, sweet and stable, like remembered happiness, sweet and melancholic, like forgotten sorrow.

Someone said that when you can no longer have something, the only thing you can do is not to forget.

But the greatest trouble for people is having too good a memory. If everything could be forgotten, every day would be a new beginning, perhaps the happiest thing.

Sighing softly, Zhao Fusheng took a few steps, came to Zheng Yao's side, and handed her a pack of tissues.

"Wipe your face."

Zhao Fusheng's voice was low.

Zhao Yao looked up, her beautiful face tear-streaked, her eyes red.

Seeing it was Zhao Fusheng, she was clearly surprised: "You..."

After all, she was the teacher, and he was the student. Even though she was very sad, she felt awkward at that moment.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, "Some things you think you have under control, but you can never understand how they will turn out. No matter how much you don't want to let go, we can only laugh and then cry. With a wave of the hand, let the dust settle."

After saying this, he walked past Zheng Yao and left directly.

Anyone can become vicious if they have experienced jealousy.

But some people will never be jealous because they are too proud.

The former Zhao Fusheng was the former, as he had envied and admired others' lives, so he buried his head and focused on becoming someone above others, even resorting to any means necessary, and thus lost a lot.

But now, Zhao Fusheng no longer envies anyone because he knows he is the most special one.