Supreme Stock God

Reversing the heavens and turning the earth upside down. . .    

The auditorium of Fudan University was not the long-established "Radiance Hall. " Instead, it was a conference hall that could be used to organize larger meetings or artistic performances. Usually, if there were no meetings or official performances, it would be used by the various clubs as rehearsals or other activities.    

Zhou Hao was not unfamiliar with this conference hall. In his "past life," he had come here to attend the academic department's meetings and watch the art performances. When he walked into the conference hall, Zhou Hao saw a few clubs rehearsing inside. However, the most outstanding one was still the humanities club, which was rehearsing on the big stage.    

The pretty girl who was reciting and rehearsing on the stage was the person Zhou Hao was most familiar with.    

She was wearing a fluttering white dress that was as clear as ice. She was as pure and clean as jade, making her look so pure and fresh. In particular, her eyes seemed to contain the entire sky. They were so bright and charming, and if one was not careful, one would fall into them.    

"Xijun. . . " Looking at the familiar figure from afar, Zhou Hao called out to her.    

The person standing on the stage was Wang Xijun. Compared to a year ago, Wang Xijun had become much more mature. She was becoming more and more graceful and graceful. What remained unchanged was that she was as pure and kind as always.    

"You really left, tomorrow? Then I, then I. . .    

You don't have to care, sooner or later that day will come.    

If you're willing to remember me, remember me.    

Otherwise, forget about this world as soon as possible.    

With me, I don't have to worry about time and space.    

Just think of it as a dream, a fantasy;    

Just think of it as the red flush we saw the day before yesterday.    

She shook her head in front of the wind.    

Two petals, landing on the ground, getting stepped on, turning into mud. . . "    

This was Xu Zhimo's poem - Fei Lengcui's Night. Wang Xijun's clear and soft voice lightly reverberated in the hall, but it was even more pleasant to listen to than the song.    

Especially when Wang Xijun was reciting this poem, her voice was filled with emotions, and her emotions were also integrated into it. The others were even more moved when they heard it. When Zhou Hao heard this, his heart also trembled violently, because he knew that this was Wang Xijun's longing for him.    

While Wang Xijun was reciting, the other clubs stopped their activities and quietly looked at her. Slowly, only Wang Xijun was left standing on the big stage. At this moment, she was like a star in the eyes of the public, safely accepting the stunning looks of all the people in the world.    

Although there were no formal meetings or performances today, there were more than half of the seats in the conference hall. There were more than a thousand people. Zhou Hao knew that even if there were several clubs gathered in the conference hall today, there should not be so many people.    

Zhou Hao could still see the many boys below the stage looking at Wang Xijun. The expression on their faces was wooden, as if their three souls had disappeared. There were also many well-dressed boys. They looked at Wang Xijun with burning eyes. Zhou Hao also recognized one of the boys who wore a black shirt. It was the guy who drove the yellow "Ferrari" and flew past him.    

"Classmate, you're not from the Literature Society, right? I've never seen you before. " Just as Zhou Hao was silently looking at Wang Xijun, who he had not seen for a long time, a boy's voice came from the side.    

Zhou Hao turned his head and saw that the boy was not very impressive. He even wore a thick pair of black-rimmed glasses on his face. He looked like someone who was very good at studying but had poor practical skills. To put it bluntly, he looked like a bookworm.    

Zhou Hao did not answer the boy's question directly. Instead, he smiled and said, "You are not from the Literature Society, right?"    

The boy's face darkened when he heard this. He sighed and said, "I want to join too. However, the entry requirement for the Literature Society is very high. One is that the college entrance exam's language score must be above 120 points. If you can't meet this requirement, you still have to write an article to use as an entrance exam question. "    

After a pause, he said, "My college entrance exam's language score is only 110 points. And the article I wrote can't pass the Literature Club's assessment, so I can't join. "    

Zhou Hao smiled and said, "You are so eager to join the Literature Club. Is it because of her?"    

He pointed to Wang Xijun on the stage in the distance, and the boy nodded. "Yes. But more than half of the people who joined this year's Literature Club were aiming for Xijun. You know that too, right? The number of applicants for this year's Literature Club was twice as many as the number of applicants last year. It was all because of Xijun. In order to limit the number of applicants, The Literature Club also has to raise the entry threshold. "    

The boy pointed to the other boys in the lobby and said, "Every time the Literature Society has an event or rehearse like today, regardless of whether they are from the Literature Society or not, they will come over for the sake of Student Xijun. "    

"So she is so popular in school. " Zhou Hao smiled and said.    

"She is more than just popular. " The boy said, "You've never seen a love letter that Xijun has to deal with every day. There were two huge trash cans in the trash can below the girls' dormitory. A small portion of them are used to store love letters. Also, every night. . . She didn't know how many boys were playing guitar downstairs in her dormitory, but once it was night. . . It's like there's a concert there. Some guys even specially invite a band over. "    

Zhou Hao didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard that. "It's so exaggerated. "    

The boy curled his lips and sneered. "But although Xijun is very kind to everyone, I know she has no feelings for those guys. Especially those self-righteous rich kids. They think that using famous cars and cash can move Xijun? Pah! What kind of woman do they think Xijun is?"    

Zhou Hao saw that the boy was looking at the few guys who were staring at Wang Xijun. His eyes were filled with hatred and fear, so he asked, "Are the methods of those wealthy families to chase after Xijun very despicable?"    

"They do not dare to mess around with Xijun, because Xijun's background is not simple either. I heard that when she came to school with Situ Jianying from the Art Department, the principal personally received her. " This boy knew some things about various aspects. "The principal of our school is a department level official. Although he doesn't have much power, he is very respected in Shanghai. Even the Secretary of the Municipal Party Committee respects him. With this relationship, those rich kids won't dare to mess around with Xijun. "    

When he said this, he revealed a resentful expression. He said, "But they won't be so polite to those people who are also pursuing Xijun, just like a senior from the Literature Club. It was because they were closer to Xijun that one night outside the school, they were beaten up by a few social youths. Even his knee was broken. Although there was no direct evidence, many people were well aware. This was done by those wealthy families. "    

Zhou Hao also knew a little about the actions of those second generations. These people relied on the protection of their fathers and acted lawlessly outside. Not to mention ordering the hooligans to beat people up, even if it was really life-threatening, they would still dare to do it.    

At this time, the boy glanced at Zhou Hao and said, "You are also a pursuer of Student Xijun, right? Speaking of which, we are also considered rivals in love, but we have a common enemy. It is those rich kids, so we can temporarily form an attack and defense alliance. "    

Zhou Hao smiled and shook his head. "There is still no need. "    

"Why not? You do not know, right? Now we have many people forming an alliance. It's just like the singers' clubs. " The boy said, "Only then can we barely resist those rich kids. Although you look good, But I think you're just an ordinary student. If you're alone, I don't think you can defeat those rich kids. "    

Zhou Hao still shook his head. "There's really no need. Because I am Xijun's man. "    

The boy was surprised at first, then he laughed. "Brother, he said. I think you are thinking about Xijun's boyfriend. I have also seen some guys who bragged that they are Xijun's boyfriend outside. But those guys were beaten up like pig heads in a few days, so I advise you not to brag. "    

"I'm not bragging, and I don't need it either. " Zhou Hao smiled, then turned around and walked towards the big platform.    

"Hey, classmate, classmate! Don't mess around. Those rich kids are in front of us. Don't talk nonsense!" The boy shouted at Zhou Hao from behind, but Zhou Hao ignored him. He just smiled bitterly and shook his head, then continued walking forward.    

The audience seats in the hall were designed with stairs. Zhou Hao walked step by step towards the big stage, but the closer he got to the big stage, the more he realized that most of the people sitting in front of him were boys. Of course, it was also for you to get closer to Wang Xijun.    

Seeing this scene, Zhou Hao sighed in his heart. Wang Xijun was really able to turn the world upside down in Fudan University.    

"In my previous life," she did not get into university after graduating from high school. Later, she married Liu Mingwei, so she did not have to go through her university life. Zhou Hao knew that if Wang Xijun also had the chance to go to university in her previous life, it would be the same situation now. After all, whether it was in her previous life or this life, Wang Xijun was a stunning beauty.    

Zhou Hao slowly approached the stage. As the surrounding people had their attention on Wang Xijun, they did not pay attention to Zhou Hao.    

On the other hand, Wang Xijun, who was on the stage, was originally fully focused on reciting Xu Zhimo's Fei Lengcui Night. Suddenly, she saw a familiar figure approaching the stage. When she looked over, she saw Zhou Hao.    

Wang Xijun was stunned, and even stopped reciting. She stared at Zhou Hao, who had already arrived in front of the stage, with her mouth agape, as if she was wondering if she was in a dream.    

"Xijun. . . " Zhou Hao called softly.    

Wang Xijun heard this call and did not care whether this was a dream or reality. She rushed forward and jumped down from the stage, flying towards Zhou Hao.