There are three kinds of men in this world who have unlimited lethality to young girls, one is the bohemian literary youth, one is the handsome and golden diamond king, and the other is the mature and statused married man.

This is what Zhao Fusheng saw from a certain magazine, and of course, it is likely to be the grandstanding banter of those reporters.

But in any case, talent, in many cases, is immeasurable for the lethality of the opposite sex.

Of course, Zhao Fusheng had no intention of showing anything in a group of children in their early twenties, he was not a male peacock, and his behavior of showing his strength in order to show attention in front of the opposite sex was almost ridiculous in his eyes.

But anyway, since you promised others, you just have to go, and after the big deal arrives, you will pretend to be deaf and dumb.

After making up his mind in his heart, Zhao Fusheng went to the library to borrow a few books and went back to the dormitory.

When he entered the door, he only saw Wen Yu alone in the dormitory, usually with him who was not away from Meng, but Wang Zhen, who was not out of focus, was not there, Tan Kaixuan needless to say, he must have been looking for Hu Xia.

"Why did you come back so early?"

Wen Yu was looking down to copy his notes, and when he saw that it was Zhao Fusheng who came back, he asked strangely.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head, "There's nothing going on at home, I'll come back early, what about Wang Zhen?"

"That guy went to fetch hot water. Wen Yu said helplessly.

"Draw hot water?"

Blinking, Zhao Fusheng was sure that he had heard correctly, and then glanced outside, confirming that it was the beginning of July, the hottest time of the whole summer, "Wang Zhen is crazy or did I hear it wrong, he is playing hot water in this weather?"

Please, it's summer now, as a fat man who weighs nearly two hundred, Wang Zhen's goods are, in Tan Kaixuan's words, if he is a little fatter, he can be slaughtered and sold, does he need hot water anywhere?

Immediately afterwards, he saw three thermos in the corner of the dormitory, and asked in surprise, "Which of you bought them?"

You know, as one of the most depleted daily necessities in the boys' dormitory, the thermos is undoubtedly the "rare treasure" of their dormitory, and everyone will buy it every year at the beginning of the school year, but it won't take long for it to explode for various reasons, sometimes it is not careful to kick it down, and sometimes it is angry and thrown it directly down the window.

On Friday, Zhao Fusheng clearly remembered that there was only one last hot water bottle left in the dormitory.

As a result, there are suddenly three of them now, could it be that they didn't buy it in the past two days, Wenyu and them?

But no matter how he thought about it, Zhao Fusheng didn't think that these lazy people would do such a thing.

As it turned out, he was right.

Wen Yu sighed and said helplessly, "Wang Zhen brought it back." ”

"Carry?" Zhao Fusheng was keenly aware of a key word, and blurted out: "That goods came from the water house?"

said that it was by the way, and to put it bluntly, this guy must have stolen it in the water room.

The key question is, why did he steal it?

"That's right, and it's the same person. Wen Yu helplessly explained to Zhao Fusheng that when he and Tan Kaixuan first heard about it, they were also confused.

"Female?" Zhao Fusheng gave an answer directly.

Obviously, if it is not a woman, then it can only be Wang Zhen who has an enmity with that person.

"That's right, that guy likes a senior sister, these two days at the door of the dormitory, watching people go to get hot water, he followed behind, to the water room while the senior sister is not paying attention, bring back the hot water bottles, oh, isn't this already two back. ”

"This bastard, he's sick, right?" Zhao Fusheng said speechlessly, what the hell is this, is it possible that the dormitory will become a thermos store in the future?

As he was talking, the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and Wang Zhen walked in with a pink kettle.

"Yo, Lao Zhao is back. Seeing Zhao Fusheng, he said with a smile.

Zhao Fusheng glanced at him, and said helplessly: "No, if you like people, you like people, what's the matter of stealing her thermos?"

"It's simple, I'm confessing to her. Wang Zhen's face was affectionate.

"Huh?"

Not only Zhao Fusheng, but even Wen Yu was shocked, what does this mean.

Wang Zhen laughed mysteriously, blinked his eyes, and said, "I plan to steal five hundred and twenty-one hot water bottles from her before graduation, and he will know that this is what I mean by loving you." ”

Silence, absolutely silent silence.

Wen Yu and Zhao Fusheng glanced at each other, no one spoke, seeing Wang Zhen's family intoxicated in his own world, Zhao Fusheng suddenly felt that his head hurt a little, and he wanted to scold your uncle.

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Since it is impossible to stop some people's crazy behavior, the only thing that can be done is to keep an eye on him and not let him do even more crazy things, this is Zhao Fusheng's explanation to Wen Yu before leaving the dormitory.

He was afraid that Wang Zhen wouldn't be able to think about it, and if he slipped into the girls' dormitory when he slipped in, it would be troublesome.

Leaving the dormitory with a wry smile on his face, Zhao Fusheng went to his destination, the pavilion near the library, where the last meeting of the Ninghai Normal University Poetry Society of this semester was held.

When I walked nearby, I saw a huge banner hanging there, it seems that the poetry club attaches great importance to this event, and even pulled a banner, think about it. After all, seeing that everyone is about to graduate, those who leave will probably never have a chance to come back, and those who stay will also face choices about the future.

Maybe many years later, when everyone recalls this time, they will smile, after all, when they were young, they were immersed in the world of poetry, maybe it can only be a memory of the post-70s.

"Zhao Fusheng, you're here. ”

Hu Xia's eyes were sharp, and at a glance, he saw Zhao Fusheng standing outside the pavilion, and stretched out his hand to greet him.

Zhao Fusheng smiled and nodded, as far as his eyes could see, he saw many people, some familiar and some unfamiliar.

Naturally, the familiar ones are Tan Kaixuan and the members of the poetry club who do traffic law propaganda he has met, and of course, Mu Qingqing and Li Zhiyuan. The stranger is naturally the other members of the poetry society.

"Why is he here?" Seeing Zhao Fusheng appear, Li Zhiyuan frowned and asked strangely.

Standing beside him was naturally Mu Qingqing.

Listening to Li Zhiyuan's question, Mu Qingqing thought about it and shook his head: "I don't know, it should have been invited by Hu Xia." ”

"Why, you know him?"

At this time, a few girls standing beside the two of them asked, these people are the real backbone of the poetry club, and they are also the senior sisters who are studying in their juniors and seniors.

The leader is named Gu Xueyi, who is the president of the student union of the Faculty of Arts, and is about to graduate and leave the school in her senior year this year.

Similarly, she is also Mu Qingqing's predecessor, the honorary president of the Poetry Society.

Obviously, this young man who suddenly appeared at the internal gathering of the poetry club caught their attention.

Before Mu Qingqing could speak, Li Zhiyuan had already snorted, "A villain who sells his reputation." ”

"Selling fame and reputation?" Gu Xueyi frowned slightly, it was obvious that Li Zhiyuan's words made her first impression of Zhao Fusheng worse.