Chapter 0746: An Unforgettable Humiliation

"You really dislike me, don't you?"

Zhao Fusheng sat across from Chen Sicheng and suddenly spoke.

Chen Sicheng was taken aback. He hadn't expected Zhao Fusheng to blurt out his true feelings so directly, hitting the nail on the head without even a hint of concealment.

"If I'm not mistaken, the reason you're bowing your head to me now is because you feel you're under someone else's roof—you've lost the lead in the commercial, you can't release your record, and rather than struggle in vain, it's better to lie low, wait until after graduation, and if you happen to become a star through acting, then settle accounts with me. Am I right?"

Zhao Fusheng spoke calmly, but sweat began to form on Chen Sicheng's forehead.

In fact, that was exactly what he had planned.

"Teacher Zhao, that's not what I meant. Please don't misunderstand." Chen Sicheng quickly shook his head. Regardless, the person before him now held a position in the advertising circle that he absolutely could not shake. Rather than oppose him, it was better to admit fault and wait for an opportunity.

"No need. I already know exactly what kind of person you are. Should I recount your glorious deeds at the Shanghai Theatre Academy?" Zhao Fusheng sneered, looking coldly at Chen Sicheng.

In his previous life, Chen Sicheng's little stories had long been dug up by netizens. Zhao Fusheng had nothing to say about the man's future actions except contempt.

So he decided to bluff him and see his reaction.

As a result, Chen Sicheng's face turned pale at Zhao Fusheng's words.

A person's thoughts can be betrayed by their actions—perhaps a furrowed brow, a slight clenching of the fist, a quickened breath, or a flickering gaze. These micro-expressions often give away one's inner world.

Clearly, Chen Sicheng's deepest secrets had been struck by Zhao Fusheng's words.

After all, when he left the Shanghai Theatre Academy, it wasn't in a glorious manner. If not for his advisor's considerable influence, he might have been barred from the acting profession altogether.

Slowly straightening up, Chen Sicheng's demeanor shifted. No longer was he fawning and concealing his talents; instead, he showed the irritation of someone whose true face had been exposed.

"Teacher Zhao, isn't this going too far?" Chen Sicheng said slowly, looking at Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him and suddenly laughed: "Not bad, this is more like your true self. Sure, wearing a mask in life is fine, but if you keep switching like a chameleon for too long, you'll lose yourself."

"What do you want?" Chen Sicheng looked at Zhao Fusheng. After all, he was only just over twenty, unlike Zhao Fusheng, whose mental age was decades older. The only reason he didn't throw a punch was partly because Zhao Fusheng was tall and sturdy, and partly because Chen Sicheng was used to scheming against people with his mind, rarely resorting to physical fights.

"No, no, no. It's not about what I want; it's about what you intend to do." Zhao Fusheng wagged his finger, looking at Chen Sicheng, and said word by word: "I gave you these lessons hoping you'd remember that not everyone in this world is someone you can provoke. Some people, you can't afford to mess with."

Chen Sicheng felt his face burning. Although Zhao Fusheng hadn't laid a finger on him, every word of that speech was like a slap, fiercely striking his face.

The man, with a dismissive attitude, was telling him an ironclad fact from a position of superiority.

Kid, you've still got a long way to go!

For a proud person, what Zhao Fusheng did was more uncomfortable than beating Chen Sicheng black and blue.

"Alright, you're still young. You'll meet people you like more in the future. Don't overestimate yourself and play those useless mind games."

With that, Zhao Fusheng stood up and left without looking back.

To him, Chen Sicheng was no different from an ant on the roadside—just a student who hadn't even graduated. Crushing him gave Zhao Fusheng no real sense of achievement.

Killing someone is just a matter of bowing the head, and it hadn't even come to that.

Destroying the young man's pride from the inside out was enough. Zhao Fusheng believed that from then on, Chen Sicheng would always have a shadow over him, even if he later achieved fame and success.

From inception to formation, an event has a long gestation period, like a boulder rolling down a high mountain. At first, it moves slowly, but under the acceleration of gravity, it speeds up until it finally crashes at the foot of the mountain with a thunderous roar.

For Zhao Fusheng, the outcome of the Chen Sicheng affair was sealed from the moment he walked into the restaurant. The only difference was the degree of severity.

When he returned to the bottom of the girls' dormitory, Fan Baobao was waiting there, looking worried.

"What, worried about me?"

Zhao Fusheng asked with a smile.

Rolling her eyes, Fan Baobao said irritably: "I'm not worried about you; I'm worried you might beat him to death..."

Zhao Fusheng had been exercising with his father and grandfather since childhood. Ordinary peers, even two or three, might not be able to take him down. When they were young, older students bullied Fan Baobao and Zhao Fusheng for being small, and he had chased four or five of them around the playground all by himself—a real tough guy.

"Don't worry, I just gave him a few words of advice." Zhao Fusheng patted Fan Baobao's shoulder with a doting smile: "After all, he's a junior from your school, and he'll be in this circle in the future. We'll cross paths often, so I couldn't do anything too harsh. Just making him back off was enough."

"Good, as long as you think that way. I was afraid you'd be angry." Fan Baobao said softly.

Zhao Fusheng waved his hand: "I'm not that petty."

Then he smiled and said: "I won't accompany you to class this afternoon. I need to go to the company. Senior Dong sent word that they're waiting for me to have a meeting."

He was referring to Future Advertising. Since he had decided to replace the original commercial for Uni-President, Zhao Fusheng naturally had to personally create a better one for them.

"Mm, go ahead with your work. If you don't come back tonight, I'll stay in the dorm with Zhou Yun and the others." Fan Baobao said obediently.

Zhao Fusheng blinked. Although he wanted to expose her feigned gentleness, he didn't say anything. He patted Fan Baobao's head and turned to walk out of the school.

Watching Zhao Fusheng's retreating figure, Fan Baobao let out a long sigh. It seemed Zhou Yun's advice was indeed correct—men really do like gentle, soft-natured girls.