Hao Zhangwen was amused.
He pointed very solemnly to his chubby face:
"Junior Sister Ji, what do you think of my looks?"
Ji Qingqian looked at Hao Zhangwen very seriously, then nodded:
"Good."
Hao Zhangwen: ...
He was about to say, "Don't kid me."
But Ji Qingqian looked serious and wasn't joking at all.
His voice choked, and he continued:
"Not as good-looking as your boyfriend, right?"
Ji Qingqian nodded without even glancing at Lu Yibei beside her:
"That's true."
“…Junior, I would be much happier if you paused at this moment,” Hao Zhangwen said.
“He will be unhappy,” Ji Qingqian said.
Hao Zhangwen gave Lu Yibei the middle finger without any hesitation:
"How stingy, Lao Bei!"
Lu Yibei spoke with righteous indignation:
"Not lying is a good virtue. Fatty, don't try to corrupt people."
Hao Zhangwen gave the middle finger two or three more times before giving up, readily admitting:
"I'm not good-looking. If I had Lao Bei's face, or even Sun'er's face..."
"What you're saying is like, if I had a Volkswagen... I'd probably get a Rolls-Royce instead," Lu Yibei commented casually.
What merit or ability does Lu Yibei have to compete with Sun'er in terms of looks?
Hao Zhangwen ignored Lu Yibei's complaints and continued:
"And my voice isn't good either."
That is also true.
To be honest, Hao Zhangwen's vocal quality is not outstanding; to put it bluntly, it's a bit like a duck's.
This is also why he has never participated in any parties or performances; he believes that his physical condition is simply not suitable for performing.
"God did give me a bit of artistic talent, but only a little, not much," Hao Zhangwen asked with a smile.
"What's behind the scenes?" Ji Qingqian asked.
"It can't be covered up at all."
Hao Zhangwen answered with a clear mind: "If we really want to develop this industry, it's like crossing a narrow bridge. I can't just see the glamorous side of those who have made it across without paying attention to how miserable those who have fallen are."
“…Oh,” Ji Qingqian said.
"You have to take responsibility for your own future."
Hao Zhangwen smiled and said, "That's why I chose computer science. Engineering majors are always easier to find jobs in."
Actually, all students who choose computer science are like this... I can't say all of them, but at least those in room 404 are like this.
If Sun'er didn't have to worry about employment, he would give it his all in design or art.
Lao Bei is more interested in history and literature.
As for Brother Jie... well, Brother Jie isn't particularly interested in anything; he just reached the passing score.
For the future…
Ji Qingqian couldn't help but glance at the boy beside her.
Seeing that the boy was also looking at her, she turned her head away shyly.
For the future. She emphasized it to herself.
"What a pity."
Ji Qingqian paused, then apologized politely, "I'm sorry, it's a bit heavy."
Fatty Hao waved his hand:
"It's not that it's heavy or not. Although it can't be my main job, at least I can earn a little money, and it's also my hobby. Just like you, Dad, you're so good at games, but you're not upset that you're not a professional player, right?"
Ji Qingqian nodded.
"That's right, they're the same." Fatty Hao laughed.
He looked at Lu Yibei.
Lao Bei chuckled softly.
Actually, Lao Bei knew.
Actually, they are different.
Ji Qingqian has never taken a step toward becoming a professional player.
But Fatty Hao managed to step over it, only to find the path too steep to climb.
He was able to express his feelings in a joke because he had come to terms with it.
Life is never smooth sailing; often, efforts are in vain.
But something you persist in doing might come in unexpected use someday in the future.
Just like Lu Yibei persisted in playing competitive games despite his clumsy skills, and then he met Ji Qingqian.
Fatty Hao persisted in pursuing his passion for music, earning a little money while also helping his good buddies.
"Many times in life, we are all in vain."
Fatty Hao chuckled and repeated the sentence.
…
"Fatty."
Lu Yibei, who was lying in a dead-looking position in the dormitory, said to Hao Zhangwen, who was lying in the same position on his bed, "No practice today."
“…I know, you told me that before,” Fatty Hao said.
"I'll remind you again," Lu Yibei said.
I'm tired.
Everyone is quite tired.
"how?"
The wolf-tailed pretty boy with a lollipop in his mouth looked up at the two half-dead people below: "Are you leveled up enough? Can you go to Shroud Scarlet and her lover now?"
"No, Qingqian had something to do today and went out to eat with her roommate."
Lu Yibei said, "It's Ma Jiaojiao's boyfriend's birthday, and he said he'd treat her and her whole dorm to dinner."
Liu Jie got excited:
"Will she treat our whole dorm to dinner on my dad's birthday?"
The three of them looked at Brother Jie as if he were a private individual.
Brother Jie: ?
"By the way, Ma Jiaojiao asked Qingqian to ask me if you're feeling better, or if you still have a cold?"
Lu Yibei frowned and asked Zhao Xun below, a complaint welling up inside him: "What messenger? Doesn't Ma Jiaojiao have your WeChat?!"
"You already said she has a boyfriend," Zhao Xun said casually, continuing to watch his anime with his feet flat on the chair.
"It seems her boyfriend is quite controlling; he doesn't even allow her to contact senior members of the club," Lu Yibei said.
"Ha, look at this, talking about trivial love." Zhao Xun sneered.
"...Wait, when did you catch a cold?" Lu Yibei asked again, "Is there any risk of recovery?"
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