Chapter 0372: The Class Monitor

Zhao Fusheng remembered reading a passage on Weibo: May you remember your preciousness when attacked, resisting malice. When lost, believe in your preciousness. Love what you love, do what you do, follow your heart, and ask not the east or west.

Living a second time, he had almost forgotten the things he experienced during his internship. But now, with Wen Yu's words, memories surfaced in Zhao Fusheng's mind. He found he couldn't pretend nothing had happened; some things would have to be experienced again.

Only this time, perhaps he could make different choices.

Because Zhao Fusheng always believed that stars could speak, stones could bloom, and after crossing summer fences and winter storms, everyone would eventually reach the shore of happiness in life.

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By evening, everyone had returned to the dormitory and naturally learned about the internship. Normally, the junior-year internship was reported near summer break, with reporting for duty on September 1st.

But this year, the school insisted on signing up now, yet the internship period was still set for September 1st.

Ridiculous!

More than one student voiced such a sentiment.

The few in the dorm were fine. Wen Yu would intern at his hometown, Wang Zhen planned to follow the school's assignment, and Tan Kaixuan—who in his previous life returned to Shanghai—now gleefully said he had already found a place in Ninghai, winking at Zhao Fusheng, which surprised him.

When it was Zhao Fusheng's turn, no one asked, because he was different. Not everyone could independently design ads that were adopted before graduation.

In Wen Yu's words, Zhao Fusheng's existence was to discourage others.

Everyone assumed Zhao Fusheng would intern at Future Advertising, since it was practically his home turf, making the internship report easier.

These days, finding a suitable internship unit wasn't easy for a normal university student majoring in advertising.

The night passed without incident. The next day there were classes, so they went to the classroom together. Zhao Fusheng approached the class monitor and told her he would follow the school's arrangement for the internship.

The class monitor was quite surprised. Everyone knew Zhao Fusheng was close to Zheng Yao. Although Teacher Zheng was no longer at school, stories about her circulated everywhere, making her a legend on campus.

After all, while there were many advertising agencies now, most were small-time. Companies that rose quickly in the industry like Future Advertising were rare.

Zhao Fusheng, are you joking? The class monitor was a girl with freckles, not pretty, just average-looking, standing there without being annoying.

She became class monitor because she was well-liked and had good grades.

Though Zhao Fusheng had never seen her in his previous life.

Zhao Fusheng naturally understood that the class monitor's words were partly surprise and partly genuine concern. As a man in his thirties, he could tell whether someone cared sincerely or was just pretending.

Although he didn't know why the class monitor asked, Zhao Fusheng smiled and replied, Of course I'm not joking. I just want to go to the countryside to train.

Then he casually asked her, What about you? Where are you going?

The class monitor smiled, brushed her hair back with her hand, and said, I've already found a place. I'm going to teach in Sichuan.

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng was taken aback. Teaching was different from an internship. An internship lasted a few months; once it ended, you got your report and left. But teaching required at least a year or more.

In his memory, in his previous life, there was a classmate named Jiang who taught for seven years. By the time he returned to the city, everything had changed dramatically.

Although Zhao Fusheng admired those willing to dedicate themselves in mountain villages, if he asked himself honestly, he couldn't do it. Contentment in poverty was an ideal, but not everyone could be an idealist.

At least, Zhao Fusheng wasn't.

What, didn't expect me to go so far? The class monitor looked at him with a smile. Sometimes I envy you. At least your major matches what you learn...

Zhao Fusheng blinked but said nothing. It couldn't be helped; everyone's fate was different. He had obtained everything today only after suffering what others hadn't.

Things in this world were always fair. To gain something, you had to lose something.

The wisest way to deal with the world was to both scorn worldly affairs and go along with them.

Simply put, hold onto idealistic goals but don't pretend to be aloof.

Aloof people deserve respect, but they usually don't live comfortably. Few achieve perfect harmony between ideals and reality.

Most people hide beautiful ideals in their hearts but have to face cruel reality. In the end, the cold society erases their edges and corners, and they drift with the tide, becoming slick and worldly.

Not that it's bad, but Zhao Fusheng had already lived that life once, so he didn't want to experience it again.

Here's my phone number. Call me if anything comes up. Zhao Fusheng tore off a piece of paper, took the class monitor's pen, wrote down his number, and said to her, I have a few acquaintances in Sichuan. Not close friends, but they can help a bit. You're a girl there, so be careful.

Zhao Fusheng wasn't a goody-goody, but he felt that if there were more people like the class monitor, the hope for this country and nation would be greater.

Just because he couldn't do something didn't mean others couldn't.

So Zhao Fusheng always held the utmost respect for such people and supported them within his ability.

The class monitor was clearly surprised. She glanced at Zhao Fusheng in astonishment, then smiled. Okay, if I need help, I'll call you.

Watching the class monitor walk away, Wang Zhen sidled up. What, did the class monitor talk you into going to Sichuan with her?

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng frowned and looked at Wang Zhen.

Wang Zhen shrugged. Don't glare at me. The class monitor has asked a lot of people. She plans to teach in Wenchuan, Sichuan, after graduation. Come on, who would go to that godforsaken place? Only a fool.

He didn't notice that when he mentioned that place name, the expression on Zhao Fusheng's face instantly turned serious.