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"Hey, we have some friends who are very interested in you." When Zhuang Zhiyu said this, it was also because Zhang Xian and Su Cen had shaken hands. If Zhang Xian were to say similar words about recruiting Su Cen, it wouldn't make much sense, but for Zhuang Zhiyu to say so made perfect sense.

Having caused Zhao Chengyan pain, the father of Zhao Chengyan, Zhao Weidong, was a deputy director in charge of the office at the provincial planning committee. At this time, the National Development and Reform Commission had not yet been reformed and renamed as it would be later known. However, whether looking back or forward to the future, this department has always been one of China's most economically powerful departments, often referred to as a small State Council and more formidable than all other commissions.

Zhao Weidong was an important branch of Zhao’s faction in southwestern regions, and Zhao Chengyan had close ties with Zhao. His peers were already well aware of him.

If it was just a minor skirmish between Zhang Xian and Zhuang Zhiyu, these matters would come and go quickly without anyone paying attention. It's common for political rivals to fight among themselves in private times, but no one could attribute their conflicts solely to childhood fights or single incidents that triggered blood feuds.

However, when Zhao Chengyan was taken away by the police, Zhao Weidong flew into a rage, making several calls and utilizing many connections. But Zhao Lijun remained firm, insisting on having him investigated. Even though Zhao Chengyan was eventually released, every necessary investigation was carried out. Although rumors about Zhao Chengyan being closely associated with organized crime were rampant due to his father's position, experienced individuals knew that someone was trying to smear Zhao Weidong. No high school student could have such a criminal background, yet he had no choice but to endure it.

As the person who made Zhao Chengyan utterly miserable and speechless, Su Cen’s name soon spread like wildfire among his peers.

"They all heard about what happened to you. They really dislike how Zhao Chengyan acts. Your actions make them feel equally satisfied. When do we get together for a playdate We can get acquainted."

The people contacted by Zhang Xian and Zhuang Zhiyu were clearly on the same level as them, possibly even the most influential figures within their circle. Therefore, when Zhuang Zhiyu mentioned this, he sounded rather proud.

Though they were only high school students, many knew from a young age where they stood and who to associate with because of the importance of social connections beyond knowledge and skills in providing advantages.

In Zhang Xian’s and Zhuang Zhiyu's eyes, Wang Weiwei recruiting Su Cen was simply offering them favors by introducing him to this group. After all, these connections could be a potential resource for their future.

They continued with the same tactics, introducing friends to Su Cen.

This approach helped foster relationships among everyone, naturally forming a circle of peers, especially for someone like Su Cen who had caught Zhao Chengyan off guard. Such individuals were undoubtedly highly sought after.

In this era, there were no heroes; people who reached an admirable height in certain fields were considered heroes within their circles. For example, being top-tier in gaming, outstanding in sports, keen on fashion trends, or having unique insights into entertainment and leisure activities.

These qualities could earn someone admiration. Of course, a person who thoroughly tramples down those they despise is also very popular among the masses.

On another level, introducing one's own friends to someone else genuinely signifies friendship. As long as Su Cen understood their intentions behind this action, he would naturally feel grateful.

"Alright, we can schedule another time later."

Su Cen responded perfunctorily. He was very unsympathetic towards this kind of formal "audience-like" approach within Zhang Feifei's circle, unless it involved close friends like Wang Weiwei and Lin Zhouchu who had helped him during his most difficult times.

Such friendships characterized by singing together, strolling down streets, drinking and eating were always fragile in this circle. Especially as these people grew up and went their separate ways into different paths of life—whether in politics or business—they would realize how insubstantial such relationships truly were.

Nobody missed the fact that Su Cen wasn’t very interested in all of this, leaving everyone feeling somewhat disappointed. They thought to themselves that there was no need for Su Cen to be so proud after gaining a bit of influence; they chatted casually before returning to class when the bell rang.

Outside school in the early morning, Tang Wu held a bowl of steaming oiled tea with fried dough twists broken into pieces sprinkled on top. She immersed them and used a spoon to scoop some for her mouth as the morning light was abundant.

The two shared a plate of snow-white steamed buns, gazing at No. 27 High School in the distance; another day began, feeling quite delightful.

Groups of students cycling to school and workers with water bottles hanging from their handlebars continuously passed by on the roadside.

Su Cen watched as Tang Wu carefully handled her oiled tea with a side profile visible. He knew she was aware he was staring at her but didn't turn around out of some consideration, focusing more intently on her breakfast, which made Su Cen's heart stir and prompted him to say, "It won’t be long until this semester ends; next year will be our senior three."

Tang Wu looked up and gave a light "Mm" in response.

"Senior three is coming," Su Cen stretched his body. "After graduation, many of the people we’re with now will go their separate ways to different universities all over the place."

Tang Wu didn’t say anything because she wasn't sure what Su Cen wanted to say next.

"Actually, I’m not as capable as you imagine; there’s no guarantee we’ll get into the same university."

Su Cen smiled, with the morning sun shining brightly.

He had intended to lighten the mood but somehow paused for a moment.

Tang Wu was still in No. 27 High School, high above others like an unattainable rainbow path leading up into the sky. She likely would have passed him by without notice if it hadn't been for her rebirth. Even now, there were still many obstacles between them: a vast destiny and life ahead.

Tang Wu saw Su Cen pause; a touch of bitterness flashed through her heart. After graduating from junior high, Su Cen had fiercely fought his way into No. 1 High School before transferring to No. 27 after studying there for one and a half years. Everyone only saw the glory he brought with him but not the sorrowful struggle behind his efforts.

A very cold hand covered Su Cen's back of the hand.

Tang Wu's voice in the early morning was like a bell ringing into one's heart, "I’ve always wanted to see and didn’t believe in promises or future. You gave me confidence when I lacked it; since then, I have many extravagant thoughts. You can't act so irresponsibly."

A man who had been observing Tang Wu from his bike approached as he heard the last sentence and nearly drove onto the fast lane.

"I know there's a lot of pressure in your heart, coming from the future, from my family. Sometimes you must feel sad.

The night Xiao Haifu left, I saw you standing there, watching me leave. I know how lonely you are right now. I hope to share your burden and wait for you no matter what happens."

"Before, I believed that you would come to find me. Now, you have to believe in me as much as I do in you..."

Tang Wu's ears turned increasingly red; her words sounded more like a delirious muttering, poeticizing this overpass and the early morning of the oil tea stall.

Su Cun’s heart, controlled by his two lifetimes' soul, slowly tightened, just as he gripped onto that cold paper in his hand.

The clear blue sky above stretched out endlessly. The clouds were high and distant.

The rooftop was the best place to avoid second-period calisthenics breaks; it offered a broad view, allowing one to overlook the entire Second Seventh Middle School and even parts of the city at once. Most peculiarly, when the internal and external buildings were obscured by trees in between them, the rooftops of these two structures became the only places where they could mutually observe each other.

While students often smoked on school grounds, the rooftop wasn’t an ideal place for it; compared to restrooms where teachers rarely checked up, the rooftop was a spot frequently inspected by duty teachers in surprise visits.

But it was precisely this kind of leisure that Su Cun liked to occasionally come up here and enjoy the tranquility. Especially now that he had many things he wanted to digest.

Sometimes, he thought such a life wasn’t bad; controlling his own businesses gradually expanding, like a ship venturing into the commercial sea. His career developing smoothly; Su Cun felt it wouldn’t be too bad if he hadn’t been able to control stock market fluctuations and accumulate vast wealth.

Otherwise, he might have passed Tang Wu by and led another life.

Gaining a huge fortune in an instant gave one powers that ordinary people couldn’t achieve in modern society. Who could guarantee they would maintain their existing personality rather than develop another one The idea that acquiring vast wealth would lead to a happy life was also wishful thinking.

The troubles brought by such immense wealth would likely sweep through his life like a tornado.

He wouldn't be able to enjoy the tranquil school life anymore, savoring this slow-developing romance step by step, doing things he couldn’t before, making up for regrets, and then forging ahead towards his dreams.

Thinking back to what Tang Wu said to him in the morning, this little girl seemed to be avoiding him. After classes ended and they met, she would also avoid his gaze; it appeared that her efforts to encourage him had actually depleted her courage.

Su Can stood up and could vaguely see through the rooftop the bustling crowds doing calisthenics below. Music played over the loudspeaker as a middle-aged man spoke in an extremely righteous and stirring tone, "Now we will do the eighth set of radio gymnastics—march on the spot!"

This was so familiar that it evoked nostalgia.

Su Can put his head in his hands, sat by the flower bed, gazing at the blue sky without noticing that a girl with fluttering white clothes walked past him. Her long hair smelled of soap and was refreshingly fragrant.

Su Can glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

The girl had single eyelids but was quite pretty, resembling Xiao Yunyun in appearance, although she certainly could not compare with Tang Wu. Su Can felt a wave of self-satisfied happiness inside him.

The girl shot him an annoyed look, which made Su Can find her rather dull.

She placed her books neatly on the ground and walked to the railing, lightly stepping over it. The railing led to a flower bed full of flowers; below was the large central square of the teaching building where all students and teachers were doing calisthenics.

The girl stood there, and someone immediately spotted her figure and caused quite a stir.

Su Can put down his hands from covering his head and shouted, "Student, it's very dangerous over there."

Su Can thought that this female student must have mental issues. If she wanted to catch some wind, why did she choose such an unsafe position Wasn't standing there just telling the duty teachers to come and apprehend her Leisure had its limits.

The girl seemed quite impatient as she turned around, shooting Su Can another look of annoyance. Her long hair flowed from in front of her chest to behind her back, like threads, "What廢話 (nonsense), if I want to jump off a building, what does it matter if it's dangerous or not"

Two chapters today; I went out this afternoon and am exhausted. Resting for a bit. Please forgive me in order to ensure quality.

Bros, you guys are strong!

The show goes on, wishing everyone a happy May Day holiday!

Today marks the final update of this month.

Thanking everyone for your support for Roast Fish throughout this month. Your unwavering loyalty and fierce efforts have been truly moving! various industries, the most likely way would be through financial intervention.Money is the circulating blood of an enterprise. To infuse all enterprises with the blood of Su Shi should also be quit...