Chapter One, A Bit of Infatuation (10)

In front of the grand auditorium stood a gigantic pull-up banner, featuring an advertisement with a smiling beauty and a tube of toothpaste. Fang Zhu recognized this brand, which is considered a well-known domestic old brand; her mother often bought it, claiming it was both inexpensive and effective. However, in recent years, it has been rarely seen in supermarkets.

He suddenly laughed: "If it's about the competition, you don't need to take it to heart. I have to go to work shortly, so I'll take my leave now"

He Zhi Xuan reached out to wipe his sweat, appearing very easygoing and casual, and asked her: "What is it?"

For newcomers, this match is merely a performance to satisfy their vanity, but for He Zhixuan, it is a weight on the scale of his future

After running another two laps, He Zhixuan suddenly stopped, and Fang Zhu was unable to stop in time, nearly falling on the playground

On the next Wednesday, Fang Zhu arrived at the school auditorium on time

He is indeed very busy. In addition to working for an advertising company, he has also worked at KFC, earning a meager 3.5 yuan per hour. In fact, his academic performance is so good that he could receive a scholarship of 5,000 yuan every year.

For a long time after this, Fang Zhu felt it was very difficult to face the classmates with whom he had collaborated. Later, they collaborated again to participate in a city competition, but there are always stronger competitors, and in the end, they still lost

It is not that I did not deliberately look for him; he was either out for an interview or assisting his mentor with a report. However, she finally did encounter him once. That day, she happened to see him running on the playground, still in a white tank top, sports pants, and Kappa sneakers, with his tank top half wet, not knowing how long he had been running. His running movements were very vigorous, exuding an inexhaustible strength.

He Zhi Xuan, who did not participate in the competition, led his team to create a blackboard newspaper titled "Heroes Have No Trace in Sixty Years," which was displayed on the blackboard at the entrance of the cafeteria. The layout of the newspaper was grand, rich in illustrations and text, and the font was elegant

Fang Zhu, driven by a momentary desire to compete, effortlessly destroyed someone else's hard work

He Zhi Xuan's footsteps came to a halt: "There will be a part-time job fair in the school auditorium next Wednesday"

He Zhi Xuan waved goodbye to her and turned to leave the playground

Fang Zhu Mu watched his figure disappear, regretting that he had not timely said "I'm sorry"

Perhaps, if He Zhixuan's team participated in the competition, they would not lose. Fang Zhu did not know why this thought arose in her mind. She had always wanted to apologize to him, but ever since the competition, she had hardly encountered him on campus.

Fang Zhu subconsciously stuttered again: "I ... I ..." She thought to herself, should I apologize first, but she didn't know how to express it.

She called out to him: "Hey—" but not knowing what to say, she casually brought up a topic, "I also want to find a part-time job"

Fang Zhu waited outside the playground, watching him run lap after lap. Unable to wait any longer, she simply decided to run alongside him.

She took out her phone and pressed the number keys vigorously, but there was no answer from her father. She despondently released her hand; her father cared for her, so what right did she have to criticize? Although this care inadvertently hurt others.

Such hard work must be driven by an unavoidable economic situation; otherwise, he would not push himself to complete his studies and various jobs so excellently

Fang Zhu heard that the characters and images above were all the work of He Zhixuan. She also heard that he worked part-time for an advertising company during his sophomore year, engaging in planning and graphic design.

The classmate spoke with a hint of sorrow

Fang Zhu nodded slightly and said, "I will definitely go."