Zhao Fusheng's words, his parents were naturally very pleased, but they didn't really take it to heart.

In their eyes, the son is still a child, even if he makes money now.

Advertising creativity is a thing that depends on inspiration, if Zhao Fusheng loses inspiration one day, wouldn't he have to sit and eat nothing?

Therefore, the key goal of Zhao's father and Zhao's mother is still in the supermarket.

Seeing that it was still early, Zhao Fusheng smiled at his mother: "Mom, I'd better go back to school and sleep today." ”

Dad Zhao frowned: "It's not that there is no place at home, why don't you sleep at home?"

After Fan Baobao went to college, Li Yuan and Fan Beibei lived in the original Zhao Fusheng's bedroom, Zhao's father and Zhao's mother had one room, and if Zhao Fusheng went home, he could let Zhao's mother sleep with Li Yuan, and Zhao Fusheng's father and son would have one room.

Coughing dryly, Zhao Fusheng glanced at his father with a smile, and then shook his head: "Dad, I don't want to learn from my mother and go out to move bricks in the middle of the night." ”

"Huh?"

Zhao's father was stunned, and before he could speak, he saw Zhao's mother stand up and glared at her son: "Stinky boy, get out of here, there will be no bus in a while." ”

Intuition told Zhao's father that something was wrong, but because his son was at home, he didn't want to ask much, so he had to watch Zhao Fusheng being pushed out of the house by his wife.

When Zhao's mother turned around, Zhao's father asked strangely, "What are you doing moving bricks in the middle of the night?"

"It's okay, it's okay, that kid is talking nonsense. Mother Zhao smiled awkwardly and said casually.

"Oh. Dad Zhao didn't think much about it.

At this moment, Zhao Fusheng is leisurely strolling around his community.

This thing is still when he was in high school, once Zhao Fusheng got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and saw his mother move three bricks from outside the door, he followed his mother with a curious face, watched her walk into the bedroom, and pressed the bricks on the quilt on his side.

At first, Zhao Fusheng didn't understand, but later when he listened to his mother chatting with Li Yuan and complaining that his father was not honest when he slept at night, he finally understood.

As a smart son, Zhao Fusheng will definitely not demolish his mother, so he occasionally uses it to tease.

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When he returned to the dormitory, Wen Yu was the only one who was bored playing stand-alone games on the computer, and the other two guys must have accompanied their girlfriends.

"What's the matter, you've been abandoned, haven't you?" Zhao Fusheng said to Wen Yu with a smile.

Wen Yu nodded: "Isn't it, Wang Zhen, that bastard, after having a girlfriend, created a space for me to move alone, but he soaked next to Dong Chenxi all day long." ”

"Understand, after all, that guy has been single for so many years. Zhao Fusheng smiled and teased: "His left hand hasn't protested yet, so you can be content." ”

"Huh?" Wen Yu was stunned for a moment, and then understood what Zhao Fusheng meant.

Regarding the important issue between the left hand and the girlfriend, I believe that many male compatriots have their own understanding.

"By the way, let me ask you something. Wen Yu played the game for a while, and suddenly asked Zhao Fusheng.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Fusheng raised his head.

"I had a fight with Kaixuan that day, and Qin Wentao rushed over to help, do you know what's going on?" Wen Yu looked at Zhao Fusheng and asked with a serious face.

"What's there, a class, he can't stand by and watch, right?" Zhao Fusheng said indifferently.

Of course he knew why, but there was no way to say this, and he couldn't tell Wen Yu that Qin Wentao made a move because of his relationship with himself.

"He's not that kind of person. Wen Yu pursed his lips, shook his head, and didn't say anything more.

Since he didn't ask anymore, Zhao Fusheng didn't mention it anymore, and the two of them simply did their own things.

In the evening, Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan both returned to the dormitory, and the four of them chatted for a while, and heard Yu Nian say a few words about the beautiful junior girl on the side of the recent college freshmen, so they turned off the lights and went to sleep.

When Zhao Fusheng got up the next day, Wang Zhen and Tan Kaixuan were gone, and it seemed that they were going to eat with their girlfriends.

When I entered the door, I saw Tan Kaixuan and Hu Xia who were tired of eating, I didn't know what Tan Kaixuan said, Hu Xia's cheeks were slightly red, and he was smiling.

"For Mao, when I see Lao Tan now, I want to kick him. Wen Yu held the book and notes and said to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shrugged: "Because he hurt you, he laughed ...... past"

"Well, that makes sense. Wen Yu nodded, agreeing with Zhao Fusheng's words.

It wasn't until the end of class that Wang Zhen hurried over and sat down beside Zhao Fusheng and the others, looking happy.

"Can you stop laughing?" Wen Yu said angrily, obviously, Wang Zhen's smile really stimulated him.

"If I don't laugh, do I cry?" replied Wang Zhen.

Taking a deep breath, Wen Yu controlled himself not to kick the guy next to him out, turned his head to Zhao Fusheng and said, "Old Zhao, come and eat with me at noon." ”

Zhao Fusheng laughed: "Okay, it must be." ”

There is no way, there are two people in the dormitory who have girlfriends now, only he and Wen Yu are single, and the two of them naturally have to eat together, otherwise they will be alone and lonely, and it will be too desolate.

After lunch, because there was no class in the afternoon, Zhao Fusheng and Wen Yu both went back to the dormitory.

Zhao Fusheng thought about it, he really didn't have anything to do recently, and Zheng Yao was busy shooting advertisements for Zhu Yushi and expanding the scale of the company. On the National Day, Mu Qingqing was promised to go to the capital to write tunes, and by the way, he took a look at Fan Baobao. The second is to rent a house for Wang Zhen and move the computer and server over.

Then, Zhao Fusheng found that he had become an idler.

September in the north is undoubtedly the best weather, the breeze caresses people's faces, and the wicker swings back and forth in the direction of the wind, like the pendulum of a quartz clock.

Zhao Fusheng was lying on the bed in the dormitory, Wen Yu was still playing games on his computer, shouting, scolding angrily for a while, smiling for a while, as if he was deeply immersed in it.

Zhao Fusheng has long been accustomed to this, addicted to such things as games, he agreed to experience it in his previous life, and he was more deeply involved in it than Wen Yu now, or rather, about two thousand years, with more and more Internet cafes in the whole Huaxia, how many boys between the ages of fifteen and twenty-five have not been to Internet cafes?

Of course, at this time, everyone is basically playing stand-alone games on the Internet, or playing forums, browsing the web, and going to some web chat rooms.

The little penguin has not yet entered everyone's sight, Zhao Fusheng remembers that he read an article mentioning that on New Year's Day of the millennium, Mr. Ma also made a cameo appearance as a service staff and chatted with penguin users.

"Hmm, do you want to complain then?" thought to someone, lying on the bed, rather bored.