Chapter 0468: You Are a Song in My Heart

Growing up is a transaction; we all exchange our simple innocence and untouched purity for the courage to mature.

In his previous life, Zhao Fusheng had watched helplessly as Fan Baobao lost her innocence and kindness, powerless to intervene. Now, he was striving to grow stronger, protecting every important person around him.

For Zhou Yun, she suddenly realized that living under the same roof as Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao might have been a mistake.

The barbecue that day was one thing, but the next morning, when Zhou Yun got up, she found three portions of breakfast laid out on the table.

"You're up." Zhao Fusheng said with a smile.

Zhou Yun nodded and was about to reply when Fan Baobao's voice came from behind: "Hmm, is there any water?"

"Yes, just taken out of the fridge." Zhao Fusheng nodded, answering as if it were the most natural thing.

Without a word, Fan Baobao walked over to Zhao Fusheng, picked up the cup in front of him, and took a big gulp.

Zhou Yun knew this habit of hers—she loved cold water, and it was the same in the dormitory.

But the problem was, if she wasn't mistaken, that was clearly Zhao Fusheng's cup; he had just been drinking from it. Not only that, unless the Fan Baobao in Zhou Yun's mind and the person before her were two different people, that girl had never been willing to use others' things.

Even in the dorm, she wouldn't use someone else's cup to drink water; she kept her own cup carefully placed, afraid someone might accidentally use it.

But now, she unhesitatingly drank from Zhao Fusheng's used cup, and with an air of complete naturalness, without any hesitation.

Zhou Yun's mouth fell open as she stared at Fan Baobao in shock.

Yet she saw that the girl showed no reaction at all, casually walking to the opposite side of Zhao Fusheng, picking up the fried egg from her own plate, picking out the yolk, and placing it on Zhao Fusheng's plate.

On the other side, Zhao Fusheng naturally separated the fried egg on his own plate, leaving the yolk and putting the egg white on Fan Baobao's plate.

"You two, I'm still here." Zhou Yun finally couldn't help but say to Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao.

These two, acting as if no one else was around, were simply too infuriating, practically torturing her as a single person.

Zhao Fusheng said nothing. Fan Baobao looked up, glanced at her good friend with a puzzled expression, blinked, and said innocently, "Do you want some?"

Taking a deep breath, Zhou Yun decided to ignore the girl and turned her gaze to Zhao Fusheng.

But she found that Zhao Fusheng had already lowered his head and started eating at some point.

Resignedly slapping her forehead, Zhou Yun no longer wanted to say anything; reasoning with these two was simply impossible.

"When are you two going for the auditions?" After breakfast, Zhao Fusheng looked up and asked Fan Baobao and Zhou Yun.

"Sister Hua gave me the addresses and times. We'll just go to each place ourselves." Hearing Zhao Fusheng's words, Fan Baobao replied.

Frowning slightly, Zhao Fusheng said with some dissatisfaction, "Not even an assistant?"

He had thought Wang Jinghua would at least assign an assistant to Fan Baobao, but now there wasn't even one, and she had to go to interviews herself—this made him unhappy.

Giving him a standard glare, Fan Baobao said irritably, "Someone was ordered to come along, wasn't he? So I didn't ask Sister Hua to send an assistant. Otherwise, what would you be here for?"

Huh?

Zhao Fusheng blinked, suddenly realizing that after all this, it was his own fault.

Shaking his head speechlessly, Zhao Fusheng nodded: "Alright, I understand."

Since that was the case, he would naturally see it through to the end.

After breakfast, the three of them tidied up separately. When Zhao Fusheng saw Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao again, his eyes lit up.

It had to be said, there was a reason they could become stars in their previous lives.

Just their current makeup was enough to prove that people's aesthetic sense was not flawed.

"What's the matter, stunned?" Fan Baobao proudly spun around in front of Zhao Fusheng; she had clearly seen his momentary daze just now.

Zhao Fusheng rolled his eyes, too lazy to tease her, and waved his hand: "Shut up."

Fan Baobao glared at him aggrievedly but said nothing.

Zhao Fusheng then looked at Zhou Yun: "Zhou Yun, you look really beautiful today."

He was telling the truth. If before, Zhou Yun and Fan Baobao's dress had been very student-like, today their outfits were purely urban women.

It couldn't be helped. Most of the time, saying someone looks like a student isn't because they look particularly young; it's actually because people don't know how to comment on their clothing style. Simply put, there's a big difference in dressing style between a person's student days and after graduation.

Generally, freshmen and sophomores are relatively more rustic, while juniors and seniors are slightly better. The reason is simple: students in their first two years or even high school are synonymous with being unsophisticated in the eyes of mainstream society. The most obvious example is that unforgettable school uniform.

"Not really, Baobao helped me choose." Zhou Yun felt a bit shy at Zhao Fusheng's compliment and said softly.

Zhao Fusheng looked at Fan Baobao in surprise: "I didn't know you had such a sense of fashion."

"Hmph, there's a lot you don't know." Hearing this, Fan Baobao raised her head proudly, looking like a young lady with great skills.

Like a proud little swan.

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Yeah, like your weight, for instance!"

"Ah! Zhao Fusheng!"

The proud Miss Fan instantly flew into a rage. If Zhou Yun hadn't stopped her, she would have fought it out with that bastard Zhao Fusheng.

It couldn't be helped. Since childhood, Fan Baobao had always had a bit of baby fat. She was the type who gained weight even from drinking cold water, so although she enjoyed eating, every time she saw the scale, she would go crazy.

Naturally, her weight was a forbidden topic.

Only Zhao Fusheng would constantly tease her about it.

"Alright, you two, can't you stop acting like children?" Zhou Yun finally managed to calm the furious Fan Baobao and said helplessly to Zhao Fusheng, "Why do you always have to provoke her? Is it fun?"

"Of course it's fun." Zhao Fusheng didn't even think about it and nodded seriously.

Zhou Yun was left speechless. She simply said nothing more, turned around, and went back to her room to get her bag, choosing to selectively ignore the scene of Fan Baobao, with a ferocious expression, walking toward Zhao Fusheng.