Chapter 8
When taking the comprehensive science exam, Fang Zhao gritted his teeth as he looked at the test paper. He knew the questions were very familiar to him, but he just didn't know how to answer them. He felt that he shouldn't be too careless.
Although fate is like a long line and cannot be changed, at least you can decide how rich the branches of this line will be.
Just like what is said in the present world, the length and width of life. The length cannot be determined, but the width can be controlled.
At the very least, it allows you to live a less miserable life, right?
While shopping in the afternoon, Fang Zhao did not tell An Huainan, but subconsciously wanted to avoid him.
Since we are destined not to be together, it is better to have less contact. I spent five years to forget him, and the process was really painful. I don’t want to have any overly beautiful fantasies about him because of this time traveling back to the dream ten years ago.
"Zhaozi, where are you going?"
When Cui Xiaoqian saw Fang Zhao hand in the paper, picked up the car keys and was about to run out, she grabbed her.
"I want to go shopping and buy a couple of sets of clothes. I have nothing to wear."
"That's great. I'll go too."
Cui Xiaoqian said this, took her wallet from the table drawer, and walked out with her.
"I don't dare to bring anyone with me when I ride a bike." Fang Zhao hesitated for a moment, but still told the truth.
"I know, I don't dare let you take me. I still want to live a few more years." Xiao Qian put her arm around her shoulder and said, "I'll take you."
Sure enough, not long after they left, An Huainan appeared at the door of Fang Zhao's classroom, looking at Fang Zhao's seat.
"They went out and said they were going to buy clothes."
Wang Yazhou, who was just coming out with his schoolbag, kindly reminded him, "I'm going to buy some food, do you want to come?"
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With only three hours of free time, Fang Zhao and Xiaoqian didn't dare to delay and went straight to the women's clothing area on the second floor as soon as they arrived at the mall.
Now that he was seventeen or eighteen, he didn't need to dress up too much. Besides, too flashy clothes were not suitable for wearing on campus. After making up his mind, Fang Zhao just chose some basic cotton T-shirts and jeans, and bought two pairs of sneakers.
Xiaoqian had just picked out a T-shirt when she saw Fang Zhao taking a pile of clothes and walking to the counter to pay.
"You robbed a bank?"
Generally, parents only give their children 200 yuan for living expenses every half a month. After spending money on food and daily necessities, there is not much left. Even in a small county town with such prices, it is basically only enough to buy a shirt or a pair of pants.
Large-scale purchases like Fang Zhao's are only possible when parents are around.
"I went home last week, but my mom had something to do and didn't have time to buy me clothes, so she gave me some extra money and let me choose by myself."
"Let me take a look at the clothes you picked." Xiaoqian took the clothes and looked at them one by one.
After going through it once, Xiaoqian suddenly looked at Fang Zhao with a look of satisfaction.
"Zhaozi, when did your fashion sense improve?"
Fang Zhao's mouth twitched, and she admitted that when she was in high school, the clothes her mother bought for her were indeed a bit "unbearable to look at".
Fang Zhao's mother was very beautiful when she was young, one of the most beautiful women in her village. The constant praise made her a bit arrogant and she loved to dress up. However, her family was poor and couldn't afford to buy her new clothes.
As a result, Fang Zhao's mother dropped out of high school. She was only thinking about making money to buy nice clothes, but she didn't expect that this decision would directly affect the rest of her life.
"If only I had studied hard back then." This sentence became what Fang Zhao's mother often said.
So, when Fang Zhao reached the age where he loved beauty and grew up to be as beautiful as she was back then, she began to do everything she could to suppress his desire for beauty. The clothes she bought for Fang Zhao were mostly boys' styles, or very old-fashioned styles, euphemistically saying "it's all about comfort."
Therefore, Fang Zhao's entire high school career can be described as "miserable", and this incident also affected her for a long time.
During the first two years of Fang Zhao's work, he still dressed like a "country bumpkin" and was often criticized by the "young ladies" in the office.
Later, Fang Zhao made up his mind and followed several fashion bloggers and beauty bloggers online. He worked hard to improve his clothing and makeup, and only then did he barely get rid of the title of "country bumpkin".
After buying clothes, they looked at the time and saw that there was still an hour left. Neither of them wanted to go back to the school cafeteria to eat, so Fang Zhao suggested going for some spicy hot pot, and Xiaoqian immediately agreed.
The two of them rode their bicycles with their bags to the Malatang restaurant. Looking at the street vendors that were unique to ten years ago, Fang Zhao felt a rare sense of contentment.
Big cities are too crowded, small towns are better.
After handing the tongs to Xiaoqian, Fang Zhao picked up the plastic basin consciously. She hated making choices about "what to eat" and would rather give the choice to others.
"Oh, don't worry, Wen Bo won't like her because of her ugly appearance."
A familiar voice was heard. Fang Zhao and Xiaoqian looked at each other and tacitly did not turn around. Instead, they continued to choose side dishes. However, their selection speed slowed down visibly.
"Look at that light yellow T-shirt she wore a few days ago. It looks ordinary from the front, but the colorful gauze patchwork on the back really makes her look like a country bumpkin coming to the city."
Well, Fang Zhao has nothing to say about the complaints about that dress. It is indeed ugly.
Fang Zhao remembered that she once wore that dress to morning self-study. A bee flew into the classroom out of nowhere, was attracted by her clothes, and landed on her arm.
At that time, Fang Zhao was engrossed in reading a book and felt a little itchy on his arm. As soon as he scratched it, he felt a sharp sting. The bee stung Fang Zhao hard and his arm was swollen for more than a week.
"And her academic performance is poor. Look at her two exam results. Each one is worse than the last. She definitely won't be able to get into the same university as Wen Bo. You and him have a better future."
Hearing this, Fang Zhao nodded. It was true that she and Wen Bo could not get into the same university. At that time, Wen Bo seemed to have been admitted to a 211 university in Hangzhou, called Electronic Science and Technology or something. Anyway, it was said that there would be no problem finding a job after graduation, which was pretty good.
But Baozi didn't seem to be admitted to the same university as Wen Bo. She seemed to have been admitted to a university in Chengdu.
It’s not good to know too much. Listening to these discussions, I not only don’t get angry, but I feel like I have a God’s perspective.
When Xiaoqian heard this, she couldn't help herself and was about to roll up her sleeves to argue with the two of them, but was grabbed by Fang Zhao who was quick-eyed and quick-handed.
Wang Fangzhou and Bao Jing had just finished their meal. They picked up their bags and walked out in a swagger.
"Oh, it's nothing. What they said makes some sense."
"Zaozi!" Xiaoqian glared at her with disappointment.
"That's quite true. My yellow T-shirt is indeed ugly. But there's nothing I can do about it. My mom bought it for me and forced me to wear it. I guess it was just to block Wen Bo's romantic interest."
Fang Zhao said this as he went to the front to pay the bill.
"Besides, my grades have really dropped a lot. It's time for me to focus and study hard."
Fang Zhao sighed. She was still quite proud and must be unhappy when someone said that about her behind her back.
So what can you do? The mouth is on someone else's body. The only thing you can do is to change yourself and let others slap you in the face.
That's all.
"What about Wen Bo?"
Xiaoqian took the bowls and chopsticks from the sterilizer, prepared two bowls of dipping sauce, sat down and looked at Fang Zhao seriously.
"I don't like him anymore. I liked him before because I was ignorant, but later I found that he seemed to accept all the kindness Baozi showed him. Men like him are all 'big pigs' and scumbags. If I like him again, it's just that I'm not smart."
Fang Zhao explained to Xiaoqian seriously.
"Huh?" Xiaoqian once again showed that pleased expression. "It seems that not only has your fashion sense improved recently, but your emotional intelligence has also improved. Not bad, not bad."
After taking a few bites of the spicy hot pot, Xiaoqian seemed to remember something. She raised her head and looked at Fang Zhao excitedly.
"I see. Is it because you've been interacting with An Huainan more recently that he's even been able to influence your brain?"
Fang Zhao almost spat out the lettuce he had just put into his mouth. What was going on?
Just as I was about to retort, I saw Wen Bo standing at the cashier counter with a basin of freshly selected dishes.
It seems that he heard every word Xiaoqian said just now.
"Speak more quietly." Fang Zhao lowered his voice and spoke to Xiaoqian, but Xiaoqian, who was concentrating on eating, didn't hear clearly.
"What?"
"Hello, Wenbo"
Jianwenbo had already paid the money and walked straight towards the two of them. Fang Zhao had no choice but to greet them and remind Xiaoqian along the way, "If you want to complain, the host is here too, so be careful with your words."
The two of them sat at a large table in the middle of the restaurant, which had six seats. The restaurant was not far from a school and was usually frequented by students. Now that it was almost evening self-study classes, the restaurant was deserted.
"Is there no one here?"
Can you say there is someone? Fang Zhao shook his head reluctantly.
Wen Bo sat down next to Fang Zhao, looking as if he hadn't heard anything they said.
Xiaoqian and Fang Zhao looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes. What was going on? Did Wen Bo get the wrong script today?
Just as he put the receipt in his hand on the table, Wen Bo's spicy hot pot was ready. He stood up and went to the seasoning area to get the condiment plate.
Xiaoqian was just about to speak when another person sat down in the seat next to her. As expected, it was An Huainan and Wang Yazhou.
Fang Zhao held his forehead with his hand. Why did he feel that after traveling back ten years ago, he saw An Huainan more and more frequently?
"I'll treat you to a meal, you go pick the dishes." An Huainan sat down next to Fang Zhao naturally, and gave orders to Wang Yazhou with a clear conscience.
When Wang Yazhou heard that someone was treating him to a meal, he immediately went there happily.
Fang Zhao glanced at the ceiling speechlessly. He really didn't check the date before going out today.
When Wen Bo came back with the dipping saucer, he saw An Huainan sitting next to Fang Zhao. He was very considerate and put a bottle of drink next to Fang Zhao and Xiao Qian.
After thinking about it, he took his bowl and sat down opposite An Huainan.
What's going on now? Xiaoqian, curious, kicked Xiafanzhao's foot under the table.
I don't know either. Fang Zhao gave him an innocent look.
"Wen Bo, are you here to eat spicy hot pot too?"
After Wang Yazhou finished selecting the dishes, he came back and brought two dipping plates in a very arrogant manner, placing one in front of him and one in front of An Huainan.
"I don't know if you like this dipping sauce. If you don't like it, I'll make you another one."
"No, this is fine."
Hearing this, Fang Zhao couldn't help but complain in his heart, Wang Yazhou, can you please have a little chastity? Can a bowl of spicy hot pot buy you off like this?
"Wen Bo, I heard that you've been helping the owner of Bison Small Appliance Repair repair small appliances lately. You can earn a lot of pocket money, right?"
Wang Yazhou brought the cooked spicy hot pot to the table and looked at Wen Bo with admiration.
"Huainan, come sit across from me. Will it be easier for you to pick up food like that?"
An Huainan glanced at him and calmly brought the bowl of spicy hot pot to himself.
"Okay, then I'll sit next to you, it'll be the same."
Wang Yazhou moved to An Huainan's side with a good temper, "Xiao Qian, why isn't Xue Feng here?"
"He has something to do today."
"oh."
"Xuefeng is amazing. He always gets full marks in physics and math in every exam. I must ask him for advice next time."
Why does this kid talk so much? Fang Zhao couldn't help but complain in his heart.
But it was also thanks to Wang Yazhou's personality, otherwise their table would have been the most embarrassing one in the restaurant.
"Which school do you want to apply to in the future?"
Seeing no one say anything, Wang Yazhou continued. "Don't be shy. Ideals are always exaggerated, right? Just talk about it."
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