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Hu Xia blushed immediately, and kept shaking her head in denial, "No, no, you misunderstood."

Dean Zhou smiled, stretched out his hand and said, "Can you show me what you wrote?"

Hearing this sentence, Hu Xia was stunned. She originally wanted to refuse, but thinking of Zhao Fusheng's appearance when Li Zhiyuan ridiculed her, and recalling her boyfriend's scolding eyes, she gritted her teeth and handed the paper directly to Zhou Yuan. long.

Dean Zhou took the cartoon and looked down.

After this glance, his eyes never left the paper.

After a while, Dean Zhou raised his head, looked at Hu Xia, and asked tentatively, "You wrote it?"

"No, no, it's not me, it's not me."

Hu Xia quickly shook his head and denied, "The one who wrote this is a friend of mine."

"Which major is he?" Dean Zhou continued to ask.

"Advertising planning." Hu Xia replied a little strangely.

"Playing the piano randomly! How can such a genius learn advertising? He should come to the Faculty of Arts!" Dean Zhou blurted out, but he didn't notice that the expressions of the people around him all changed.

Li Zhiyuan suddenly felt that he was a bit redundant to stay here.

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Zhao Fusheng and Tan Kaixuan went back to the dormitory, and at night, Hu Xia called Tan Kaixuan, but this guy actually danced in the dormitory with his PHS, making everyone else look stunned.

"You guy, are you crazy?" Wen Yu looked at Tan Kaixuan and asked.

Tan Kaixuan chuckled: "What do you know, let me tell you, Lao Zhao showed his face today."

"What do you mean?"

Wen Yu was at a loss, even Zhao Fusheng himself was a little strange, "What's wrong?"

"Have you written poems on paper?" Tan Kaixuan asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that when he was listening to those "poets" reading poems, he really had nothing to do and wrote some short sentences on paper.

"It's just some short sentences, it's nothing." Zhao Fusheng shook his head, denying Tan Kaixuan's statement.

"Whether it's a short sentence or a poem, anyway, those words of yours shocked them all." With a proud smile, Tan Kaixuan said to Zhao Fusheng, "You didn't see, Hu Xia said that Li Zhiyuan's face at that time It's like being slapped in the face, if there is a crack in the ground, he can get right in."

After all, Li Zhiyuan just showed off that his work was published by the newspapers in the city, and said that Zhao Fusheng was exhausted and could not write poems, but the things Zhao Fusheng wrote on paper, even people with a little less literary quality, can understand It can be seen that it is indeed much stronger than him.

More importantly, the appearance of Vice President Zhou, who has an almost unshakable position in the literary circle of Ninghai University, completely settled the whole matter.

In Vice President Zhou's words, how could a young man who can write such sentences learn advertising design? He should obviously become a free poet.

In this regard, Zhao Fusheng said that he understands the love of talents of an old Wenqing, and also understands that for a literati like Dean Zhou, poetry is everything they pursue.

But for a layman like myself, I don't want to be a marquis, and money is more precious.

Zhao Fusheng's mind is always on making money.

Money fans, there is no way out.

Chapter 58 Summer Vacation is Coming

Just like a lion on the prairie doesn't care about the feelings of ants on the roadside, Zhao Fusheng doesn't care about Li Zhiyuan or Mu Qingqing's feelings, whether he hates it or appreciates it, life belongs to him, and other people's thoughts don't matter so much. important.

The final exam is coming soon, and Zhao Fusheng is studying webpage production while reviewing his homework. In his own words, it is simply a dark life.

There is no computer in the dormitory, but fortunately, there is one in Zheng Yao's office. From time to time, Zhao Fusheng can go to her office to browse the Internet.Of course, the configuration of the computer at this time cannot be compared with that in the future. The highest frequency is 530 GHz, a pure classic machine, and a Pentium dual-core host. The old ox-drawn cart is no different.

But no matter what, this is the only place where he can surf the Internet for free except for Internet cafes, so Zhao Fusheng felt relieved after thinking about it.

That fellow Wang Zhen was still single-mindedly attracted to that senior sister named Dong Chenxi, but unfortunately, apart from standing behind her and watching her back, this guy didn't have the guts to confess his love at all.

After Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia went through the incident last time, not only did there not appear to be any problems in their relationship, but it actually got better.

In Hu Xia's words, she felt that Tan Kaixuan looked very chic when he left with Zhao Fusheng.

"Old Zhao, were you particularly touched at that time, there was a brother standing by your side..." Tan Kaixuan always liked to ask Zhao Fusheng this way.

Regarding Tan's self-satisfaction, Zhao Fusheng had no choice but to tell this guy that he really wanted to leave, and it had nothing to do with Li Zhiyuan's words.

The truth is always cruel and often depressing.

Of course, the last few days were not without good news. The Fan family's house was finally sold. After the transfer of property rights, Li Yuan took Fan Beibei and moved into the Zhao family with red eyes.

In other words, student Zhao Fusheng can only live in the dormitory from now on.

When his father called, Zhao Fusheng had no objection. Anyway, seeing the end of the final exam, he was ready to start working towards his first pot of gold. Other things are not important.

Besides, Zhao Fusheng was actually a little happy to be able to not be bullied by Fan Baobao for a summer vacation.

July NO.15, the final exam is coming as scheduled.

Three days later, when the last professional course was finished, the whole campus was filled with a sense of relaxation.

"It's finally a vacation!"

In the dormitory, Tan Kaixuan roared with excitement.

"What's there to be happy about? It's better to go to class." Wang Zhen said listlessly. In his opinion, having a holiday means that he won't be able to see Senior Sister Chenxi, which is not a happy thing.

The roommates are too lazy to talk about this guy's weird brain circuit. In Wen Yu's words, people who are in love have relatively low IQs. For example, Tan Kaixuan is the most obvious example.And those who are in a crush have lower IQ, which is basically a negative number.

"Okay, the tickets are all bought, so what's the nonsense." Wen Yu and Wang Zhen, one in Ludong and the other in Jinnan, happened to be on the way, but Tan Kaixuan and them were not on the way.

"Come on, pack your things and go home."

The three guys packed up and left, but Zhao Fusheng was happy to be at leisure. In the afternoon, he was the only one left in the dormitory.

Just lying on the bed and reading a book for a few minutes, the pager rang. I looked down and saw a few words written on it: Come to the studio.The signature is Mr. Zheng.

Zhao Fusheng had nothing to say about Zheng Yao's self-designation as the general manager. It was thanks to her that she could think of a studio with only four people.However, Mr. Zheng is plausible. When he goes out to discuss business, the name of the general manager is not printed on his business card, so how can he fool others.

This is true. Since the 90s, various companies have sprung up like mushrooms. In 100, more than [-] million public officials went to sea to do business. Everyone called each other this and that. There was a joke at the time: It is said that a plaque fell and hit ten people, nine of them were the general manager, and the remaining one was the deputy general manager.It can be seen from this.

After tidying up, Zhao Fusheng was wearing big underpants, a floral vest, and a pair of slippers, and walked towards the studio leisurely.

It's summer, and it's summer vacation again, so it's natural to wear whatever is comfortable.

When he came to the studio, Qin Wentao was packing his things, Zhao Fusheng looked at him strangely: "You didn't go home?"