Chapter 0117: Imperative

In the eyes of young girls, the best choice for a boyfriend is a tall, fair-skinned guy who plays basketball superbly and looks impressive when taken out.

After all, unmarried young girls always harbor a beautiful fantasy about love.

And Zhao Fusheng was undoubtedly not the type to inspire love at first sight or infatuation, because he was too ordinary. Being healthy was the only thing worth boasting about for the former Zhao Fusheng.

If not for his rebirth, he would have been just an ordinary student at Ninghai Normal University.

In the dormitory, there was Tan Kaixuan, a playboy from a wealthy family destined to become a big boss, and Wen Yu, a sports star whose basketball games drew crowds. Among his classmates, there was also Qin Wentao, a self-made man climbing the political ladder.

As for himself, he was truly as ordinary as could be.

Of course, now everything seemed to have changed.

Zhao Fusheng sat there, watching Wen Yu sweat profusely on the court, and couldn't help shaking his head with a smile.

The trajectory of history had changed because of him. No one knew if this was good or bad. He hoped that one day in the future, everyone would still be able to wear the same smile as now.

There were quite a few people on the basketball court, mostly boys. Occasionally, a few girls appeared, but they were either taken or just passing by, stopping to watch the excitement.

Of course, there were also people like Zhao Fusheng, who had been dragged there out of boredom.

His leisurely time didn't last long before he was startled by the beep of his pager. Glancing at the message, he frowned, his expression shifting, then stood up.

"Wen Yu, I have something to do. I'm leaving," Zhao Fusheng shouted, waving at Wen Yu, who was still on the court.

Wen Yu was startled for a moment, then nodded. "Got it."

Watching Zhao Fusheng leave, Wen Yu felt he looked somewhat anxious.

In fact, his guess was correct. Zhao Fusheng was indeed a bit anxious.

Human nostalgia for the past often stems from a pretentious fear of the future. Zhao Fusheng knew very well that he was no exception.

The ancients often said that you may know a person's face but not their heart. But in truth, people are highly changeable. A person might harbor certain feelings toward someone at a certain stage due to a particular event, but as time or other factors change, those feelings may shift.

Simply put, today you might be deeply in love with your girlfriend, vowing eternal devotion, but tomorrow when you wake up, you might find that she no longer loves you, even resolutely breaking up with you, and no effort on your part can win her back.

The reason is simple: once the human heart changes, it becomes the most terrifying thing.

Therefore, those who remain true to their original intentions are undoubtedly remarkable.

The reason Zhao Fusheng was so anxious was that the page he received was from Fan Baobao, with only one sentence: "I need to talk to you, urgent, Baobao."

Generally, Fan Baobao rarely spoke to Zhao Fusheng in such a tone. If she did, it meant she truly had something important to discuss with him.

Indeed, when Zhao Fusheng called her back, Fan Baobao's first words startled him.

"Zhao Fusheng, I'm in trouble."

Fan Baobao's voice was somewhat low, clearly indicating she was in a bad mood.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng frowned, and in that instant, his mind went to the flight times to Beijing.

"An agent wants to sign me." Fan Baobao's words left Zhao Fusheng speechless.

"Huh?" Zhao Fusheng was dumbfounded for ten seconds before saying helplessly, "That's trouble?"

"Yeah, didn't you say I shouldn't take any roles before graduation?" Fan Baobao said somewhat aggrievedly.

Although she was reluctant to admit it, she had to say that since starting college, Zhao Fusheng had changed a lot from before, especially in the past six months. As Li Yuan put it, though he was the same age as Fan Baobao, Zhao Fusheng seemed much more mature.

So, even though Fan Baobao didn't say it out loud, she had taken Zhao Fusheng's earlier advice to heart.

"Haha, you really are..." Zhao Fusheng was at a loss, unsure whether to praise or mock her. After a moment's thought, given that her behavior bordered on self-destructive, he decided to abandon the idea of mocking this naive girl.

"Alright, I get it. But this doesn't seem to have anything to do with signing an agent, does it?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously.

If he remembered correctly, some agents had indeed appeared in the country around this time, but they were still makeshift operations without a systematic structure. Simply put, Zhao Fusheng clearly recalled that in his previous life, while shooting a commercial, he worked with a big shot who claimed to be a first-generation cultural agent. That person said that around the year 2000, as an agent, she still rode a bicycle to meet with production crews to arrange roles for her artists.

Based on this timeline, Zhao Fusheng's first thought was that the agent trying to sign Fan Baobao might be a fraud.

But regardless, an agent was still necessary.

Zhao Fusheng understood that whether for a star or an actor, developing step by step required a process and support. He could only provide limited help to Fan Baobao. If she was truly determined to make it in this industry, she would need a talent agency.

A company, not an individual.

The reason was simple: as the domestic economy continued to develop, the entertainment industry was becoming increasingly complex. With the influx of capital and the improvement of people's living standards, all these factors accelerated the development of the domestic entertainment industry. A makeshift, solo operation could not last long.

So, in his heart, Zhao Fusheng wasn't entirely opposed to this.

"How is it not related? Signing means I have to take roles," Fan Baobao muttered. "How do I know if the roles she gets me are good or bad? Besides, once I sign a contract, I'll have to act, and the school definitely won't allow it."

She was in her sophomore year at the Central Academy of Drama, with three years left until graduation. According to the academy's rules, students were generally not allowed to take outside roles before their senior year.

Moreover, given what Zhao Fusheng had said to her before, she also felt she should strive to be an actress rather than a star, since the former could appear on screen long-term, while the latter would be forgotten by the audience once her beauty faded.

"How did that person find you?" Zhao Fusheng asked curiously. Then, before Fan Baobao could answer, he laughed. "Could it be that she saw your commercial and became interested in you?"

"Yes, it seems she found out from the school that I got into the Central Academy of Drama, so she came to Beijing to find me," Fan Baobao replied.

Zhao Fusheng nodded. That person was quite persistent.

After thinking for a moment, he said, "Don't reply to her for now. I'll go to Beijing during the National Day holiday to take care of some business and see you. Then I'll negotiate with her on your behalf, how about that?"

"Okay, then I won't tell my mom or Uncle and Aunt for now," Fan Baobao said after some thought. She was always reluctant to speak before things were settled.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, suddenly looking forward to the trip to Beijing.