The perfect future of rebirth

Fortunately, Zhao Fusheng caught the tail of youth.

"By the way, the instructor asked you to come back and find him." Wang Zhen, who was reading a martial arts novel, said to Zhao Fusheng.

There are very few entertainment items these days. Internet cafes are still a new thing, and they cost three or four yuan an hour. Few people go online.

Not to mention places like karaoke bars, where the consumption is undoubtedly sky-high for students.

Therefore, martial arts novels have become a tool for most boys to pass the time.

Jin Yong's Gulong Liang Yusheng, and Huang Yi's Wolongsheng occasionally look at him, and his inner taste is not enough for outsiders.

It's as if what Wang Zhen is holding in his hand is "Looking for the Qin Dynasty" written by Huang Yi. Zhao Fusheng knows it without reading it. By the way, soak up a lot of beauties.

But reality is often more ridiculous than fiction.

Zhao Fusheng nodded, indicating that he knew, and walked out of the dormitory to find the counselor.

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"Student Zhao Fusheng, don't you think you should explain to me why you left school on Friday without a reason?" In the counselor's office, a girl in her early twenties was wearing a black suit and skirt, with short shoulder-length hair. Sitting there simply, with a breath of youth.

Her name is Zheng Yao, and she is Zhao Fusheng's counselor. Her parents are both professors at Ninghai Normal University. After graduating from graduate school last year, she stayed to teach at the school. Zhao Fusheng's class was the first batch of students she led.

In his memory, this beautiful counselor resigned soon after. Zhao Fusheng didn't know the specific reason, but it was mentioned at the class reunion many years later, and it seemed to be related to personal feelings.

Zheng Yao is very beautiful, she looks very charming, but there is a kind of elegant beauty mixed with it.

It is as beautiful as a lotus, and as charming as a manju shahua.

This is Zhao Fusheng's impression of Zheng Yao.

"Student Zhao Fusheng!"

Seeing that Zhao Fusheng stood there silently, Zheng Yao shook her head helplessly, and her tone increased.

"what?"

Called by Zheng Yao, Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that this was not a dream, but a reality.

"Well, teacher, I didn't do it on purpose, I have something to do at home." Zhao Fusheng tried his best to explain, no matter what, he didn't want to be punished.

At this time, the management of the university was still very strict.

Zheng Yaoxiu frowned slightly, and was about to speak when the phone in the office rang. She glanced at the number on the caller ID, her expression changed, and she still picked up the phone.

"Where are you?"

"Okay, I'll go down."

After a few words, Zheng Yao waved to Zhao Fusheng: "You go back first, I will look for you later."

Zhao Fusheng nodded quickly, left the office, went to the bathroom, and then went downstairs slowly.

There is a black Audi car parked downstairs in the office, it seems that it must have come to see Mr. Zheng.

Without thinking too much, Zhao Fusheng stepped forward to return to the dormitory from the path behind the office building.

As a result, just a few steps away, I heard a crisp sound.

"Why are you hitting someone?" A woman's voice came, making Zhao Fusheng stop.

In the next moment, a familiar voice sounded: "I just found out today that I don't know so many things about you. I didn't want to let myself know all along, but I didn't expect that you are so shameless."

Following the gaps in the mottled grass, Zhao Fusheng saw that Zheng Yao was standing there, pointing at a man and a woman opposite. The man covered his face with his hands, obviously the one who was slapped.

Thinking of the rumor he heard in his previous life, Zhao Fusheng blinked and felt a little embarrassed.

In fact, he doesn't gossip at all. For him, those passing years seem to be seen through a piece of dusty glass, but can't be grasped.He has been thinking about everything in the past. If he can break through the dusty glass, he will definitely go back to the long gone years.

But the problem now is that this scene is really speechless.

Just when Zhao Fusheng was about to avoid it, the woman standing next to the man who was beaten, namely Zheng Yao's boyfriend, suddenly said: "He is not shameless, it's just that you can't give what he wants."

"You!" Zheng Yao was anxious, pointing at the woman, but couldn't say a word.

"He wants to do business, my family can give him 100 million, can you?" The woman smiled triumphantly, turned around and walked away with the man on her arm, without even saying a word.

Seeing his counselor squatting there crying non-stop, Zhao Fusheng was suddenly in a dilemma.

If memory has a scent, it is the scent of camphor, sweet and safe, like the well-remembered happiness, sweet and melancholy, like the forgotten sorrow.

Some people say that when you can no longer have, the only thing you can do is to make yourself not forget.

The biggest trouble for people is that their memory is too good. If you can forget everything, every day in the future will be a new beginning. Perhaps, this is the happiest thing.

Sighing softly, Zhao Fusheng walked a few steps, came to Zheng Yao's side, took out a pack of facial tissue, and handed it to her.

"Wipe it."

Zhao Fusheng's voice was very low.

Zheng Yao raised her head, her pretty face was covered with pear blossoms, and her eyes were red.

Seeing that it was Zhao Fusheng, she was obviously a little surprised: "You..."

After all, she is a teacher and the other party is a student. No matter how sad Zheng Yao is, at this moment, she still feels very embarrassed.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head: "Some things you think you are strategizing, but in fact, you will never know what it will look like. No matter how reluctant you are, we can only cry after laughing. Let the dust settled."

After saying this, he directly walked over Zheng Yao's body and left.

Anyone can become vicious, as long as you have tried what is jealous.

And some people will never be jealous because he is too proud.

The former Zhao Fusheng was the former, because he envied other people's lives, so he buried his head, thinking of becoming a master, and even resorted to unscrupulous methods, so he lost a lot.

But now, Zhao Fusheng is no longer jealous of anyone, because he knows that he is the most special one.

Chapter 11 Reverse Thinking

Zhao Fusheng is actually not very good at comforting people, because in his opinion, when it comes to emotional matters, they should be together if they are suitable, and if they are not happy, then they should separate.

The person who entangles is often the one who hurts the most.

Obviously, in Zheng Yao's emotional world, she is the one who loves more deeply, so when betrayal strikes, she will naturally be hurt.