Chapter 0148: One Word Out of Turn, and He's Off

In the evening in the capital, many places had already fallen into a quiet night. Of course, the area around the Central Academy of Drama was still quite lively, after all, it was near a university, with neon lights flashing and songs of peace and prosperity.

The sky was slightly dim. Zhao Fusheng stood at the main gate of the Central Academy of Drama, waiting for Fan Baobao.

"Yo, you're early." Fan Baobao's voice rang out. Zhao Fusheng turned around, but was momentarily stunned.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of black leather boots, followed by blue jeans, and Fan Baobao's long black hair.

Of course, there was also her flawless, delicate face, as if carved from jade.

Although he had known since childhood that Fan Baobao had good skin, for some reason, today Zhao Fusheng felt she seemed even more beautiful.

People passed by from time to time. Several boys stopped to secretly observe Fan Baobao, and when her gaze swept over them, they turned away with flushed faces.

"Cowards!"

Fan Baobao always showed contempt for boys who felt inferior at the sight of her.

"Ahem, how come you've gained weight again?" Zhao Fusheng watched Fan Baobao scare off those young boys, gaining a new understanding of her "ferocity," but still couldn't help teasing her.

"That's because I'm wearing a lot of clothes." Glaring at Zhao Fusheng, Fan Baobao retorted righteously, "Are your eyes bad? Where am I fat?"

"Don't you know your own weight? If you're this fat, how will you become an actress? Are you going to play a fat maid?" Zhao Fusheng laughed heartily and said to Fan Baobao.

"When a woman tells you she's not fat, it means she doesn't actually care whether she's fat or not, but whether you think she's fat." Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng with affectionate eyes, her face serious.

Zhao Fusheng was startled, then forced a laugh: "Hahaha, well, actually, you're not that fat. It's good to be healthy. It's good to be healthy during school."

There was murderous intent!

"Mm, that's right." Fan Baobao nodded in satisfaction, but her gaze noticed that Zhao Fusheng's eyes were attracted by a few other girls.

"Hmm..." In Zhao Fusheng's line of sight, Zeng Li was walking with a few other girls, wearing a skirt that revealed a pair of fair legs.

"Well, are they nice to look at?" Fan Baobao asked.

"Mm, nice legs." Zhao Fusheng answered subconsciously.

"Yeah, so white, long, and slender. Want to touch them?" Fan Baobao continued.

"Uh, another day." Zhao Fusheng instantly returned to normal, blinked, and said with a straight face.

Fan Baobao clearly didn't understand the implication in Zhao Fusheng's words. She glared at him but said nothing more.

As the two reached the entrance, they saw a boy not far ahead, surrounded by a few companions, walk up to Zeng Li, who had just left, holding a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

"Hmm, a confession?" Fan Baobao instantly became interested and stopped with great interest.

Zhao Fusheng also stopped, watching the group.

He wasn't really concerned with such youthful dramas, but found it amusing to watch.

You see, confession is a technical job. Some people confess like simmering soup—ginger, scallion, garlic, all ingredients ready, treating the girl like a black-boned chicken, simmering slowly over a low fire for a year or half. But some people confess like stir-frying—vigorous and fiery, sparks flying, oil splattering, going all in, deciding victory or defeat in a few seconds.

It's hard to say which method is correct. The soup-simmer might simmer until the soup can't be served, the soup dries up, or someone else gets there first and drinks it. The stir-fryer might, due to high heat, get sparks all over his face, suffer unbearably, and can only watch helplessly as the delicious dish becomes someone else's meal.

Confession is like a key opening a lock, like the matching exercises we did as kids. You must not make a mistake, because once you do, it triggers a chain of chaos.

For example, acting like an ostrich in front of a bold girl, playing the literary youth before a materialistic and gold-digging girl, scheming before a clever girl, pretending to be rich before a self-righteous girl, or acting cute before a girl lacking fatherly love—these are all doomed to fail because they chose the wrong target.

As for Zeng Li, although Zhao Fusheng didn't know her well, he was clear that this girl longed for success in the entertainment industry. In his impression, her boyfriend seemed to be a college classmate, but they later broke up.

In fact, Zhao Fusheng's most vivid memory of her came from a magazine called "Men's Wear." At that time, Zeng Li claimed to be protecting fur and posed for photos, which sparked controversy. After all, not every star has the courage to take off their clothes under the spotlight.

You see, some people spend ten or even twenty years picking up the clothes they took off.

"Zeng Li, I like you." The boy knelt on one knee before Zeng Li, offering his flowers, while the crowd around them cheered.

"Say yes! Say yes!"

The Chinese people have always loved watching a spectacle. Simply put, since it's none of their business, they love to join in the excitement.

Zeng Li's face was bright red. She clearly hadn't expected the boy to confess today, especially since it was her birthday.

Watching her shyly nod and accept the boy's flowers, cheers erupted around them.

"How romantic!"

Fan Baobao said longingly, "Look, how romantic."

Zhao Fusheng chuckled but said nothing.

"What's the matter? Feeling bad because you missed the chance to touch those fair legs?" Seeing that Zhao Fusheng seemed low-spirited, Fan Baobao couldn't help teasing.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "Someone said that youth is the richest poverty. Everyone goes through their early twenties, having nothing but youth, dreams, and passion, experiencing the most uninhibited days of their lives. Do you know why?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback and shook her head: "No."

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Simple. Most young people, especially young men, when pursuing girls at this age, like them because they're young and pretty. In short, it's driven by lust."

"Driven by lust?" Fan Baobao looked confused, completely not understanding Zhao Fusheng's words.

Zhao Fusheng didn't explain. He patted his chest and said, "Feel it with your heart."

"With my heart?" Fan Baobao imitated Zhao Fusheng's action, then shook her head: "I did feel it, but I still don't understand."

"Because your hand is on your chest, not your heart." Zhao Fusheng burst into laughter and turned to run.

Fan Baobao was stunned for a moment, then realized he was just messing with her. She roared angrily, "Stop right there! I'm going to beat you to death!"

Zhao Fusheng ignored her and ran straight ahead.

Actually, there was one thing he didn't lie to Fan Baobao about: college romances are sometimes just the mutual attraction of hormones. After time passes, not many last to the end. Most become memories recalled years later.