Forced Me to Regress, Huh?

Chen Jieyu came from a small, impoverished place.

The first time she arrived in Hangzhou, she swore to herself that she would stay here and escape from her complicated and painful family.

She had indeed painstakingly packaged everything about her, be it her exquisite outfits or her bourgeois life. Her external appearance of composure was nothing but a disguise to hide the sensitivity and inferiority deep inside her. It was also the desire and eagerness to integrate into the big city and break away from her previous social class.

The first-year in front of her was entirely different.

He was really good at pretending, and he did it so blatantly.

Teacher, don’t bother trying to persuade me. My main trait is being impervious, and I can even show off in the meantime.

What hidden benefits of being a class committee member? It’s just some honor and a bit… of pocket change?

You can tell, right? I really do have a little bit of money!

College was like a small society. Some people just buried themselves in their studies, while others just gave up, only thinking about playing and letting loose.

Indeed, there were some people who had already learned to leverage the connections and many resources within the university to achieve their ideals and ambitions.

Not to mention Sci-Tech University, all of Zhejiang attached great importance to online entrepreneurship.

Moreover, don’t forget that some of the biggest tech giants were in Hangzhou.

In fact, many college student entrepreneurial projects began with instructors, such as counselors, serving as initial mentors.

Among the college staff, counselors indeed didn’t hold a high position.

But for many students, they were often a crucial first layer of connections.

But why are you telling me that I can start an online business in the future?

Future? What future? Sorry, but I already succeeded in making a profit this summer.

Isn’t what you’re telling me playing right into my hands?

Not bad, Teacher Chen. You’ve got some of Dong Dong’s potential in you!

Under the dim yellow light of the street lights, Chen Jieyu, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, raised her head slightly and looked at Cheng Zhu. “Having a good family background can indeed make you stand at a different starting line from other students.

“In that case, I won’t persuade you further. I hope you can manage your time well in the future, and don’t forget your primary role as a student. Also, try to cooperate with the class committee as much as possible.”

Cheng Zhu looked at her face. How did this conversation become about having a good family background and winning at the starting line?

But then again, it made sense. Most people’s thinking was like this. After all, he was only a first-year, and there weren’t many people who started from scratch these days.

He had made money from the World Cup finals, so he could afford to be more relaxed.

But how many true rags-to-riches stories were there?

However, when it came to cooperating with the class committee, it depended on what kind of people the class committee members were and how they carried out their work.

If someone waves a chicken feather around like it’s an imperial edict, don’t blame me for being blunt.

Cheng Zhu nodded slightly and suddenly said, “Teacher Chen, actually, Liu Feng from our Room 309 is a good candidate for the class committee.”

“Huh?” Chen Jieyu pursed her lips and frowned slightly. I took the initiative to invite you to run, but you rejected me, and now you’re even pushing someone else, huh?

How about I give you the form and let you fill in the names?

Forget it. Chen Jieyu felt that this first-year would really dare to fill it out.

Cheng Zhu pointed at his dormitory and said, “Well, Teacher Chen, I’ll head in then?”

He added politely, “When my shop opens, I’ll invite you to visit.”

Chen Jieyu, with her slightly serious demeanor, felt that she couldn’t continue the conversation with this student.

As she walked away from the dormitory, she started reflecting on her impression of Liu Feng.

To be honest, she hardly had any impression of him.

Liu Feng was indeed inconspicuous among the students of Computer Science Class 2.

Unlike Cheng Zhu, for him, it wasn’t a matter of being conspicuous or not.

The deepest impression this female counselor had of Liu Feng was from the military training, when Li Xianqiang had insisted that Cheng Zhu come along to the supermarket to carry water and act as a laborer. In the end, Liu Feng had noticed her walking over and wanted to solve the situation, so he got up and smoothed things over, saying he was just about to go to the supermarket to buy something and would carry the water.

There was really no additional impression.

All she knew was that they were roommates.

And I’m actually considering this? Chen Jieyu frowned again and shook her head slightly. Why am I even thinking about it?

Is it because, in my mind, Li Xianqiang isn’t a good candidate to be the class monitor?

As for the girl named Chen Tingting, she thought about recommending her for the position of Youth League secretary.

She was the prettiest girl in Computer Science Class 2, even though she was chosen from only eleven girls.

She had even run for temporary leader during military training, so she clearly had ambitions in this direction.

Moreover, when girls worked, especially beautiful ones, boys tended to be more cooperative.

Not to mention, the School of Information Science and Technology was famous for having more wolves than meat.

As for Liu Feng, since Cheng Zhu had recommended him, he would definitely cooperate with him in the future. Liu Feng’s initiative in carrying the water last time also offered some insight into his character.

Of course, it was actually possible to understand it as brotherly camaraderie between boys.

Why do I keep thinking about Cheng Zhu? Sure, he stands out in class, but he’s just a student.

However, as a counselor, she preferred to make things easier for herself. Fewer problems were always better than more. No one liked being bothered with every trivial issue in students’ personal lives. Those endless petty matters could be incredibly annoying.

Under the darkening campus sky, the famous and beautiful counselor of the School of Information walked farther and farther away.

* * *

In Room 309, Cheng Zhu took out the fruits he had bought at the fruit shop from his suitcase.

“Everyone, help yourselves. If you want any, just take it,” he said as he placed the fruits on the table.

“Oh, cherries? Not bad, Old Cheng.” Dong Dong immediately grabbed some and ate them without even bothering to wash them.

The three dogs in the room seemed to smell something and gathered around to ask, “Why did the beautiful counselor look for you?”

“Oh, she wants me to be the class monitor,” Cheng Zhu replied shamelessly.

She definitely said one thing but meant another! Ha, woman!

“Huh? Then you should do it! I’ve been sick of Li Xianqiang for a while. He’s such a pretentious idiot, acting high and mighty all day.” Dong Dong immediately expressed his support. “I get a six thousand yuan allowance a month, and even I don’t put on airs like that!”

Liu Feng and Zheng Qingfeng nodded in agreement. The entire Room 309 had the same opinion—Li Xianqiang was an annoying dog that barked all day long.

Cheng Zhu waved his hand. “I don’t have time to be class monitor. I’m already extremely busy. If I had free time, I’d rather use it to benefit the girls of our school.”

Before Dong Dong could throw out a snarky comment, Cheng Zhu changed the topic and pointed at Liu Feng. “But I recommended you to her.”

“Huh? Me?” Liu Feng pointed at himself with a dumbfounded expression, and confusion slowly gave way to panic on his face.

“Didn’t you mention you had some ideas about running for military training leader?” Cheng Zhu raised an eyebrow.

“Uh, no, I—”

“You did!”

“No, I actually—”

“You did!” Cheng Zhu grinned at his disappointing appearance and gave him a nudge with his shoulder. “Class Monitor Liu Feng.”

Dong Dong immediately caught on and followed suit. “Class Monitor Liu Feng.”

Zheng Qingfeng said coolly, “Class monitor.”

Surrounded by the repeated calls of class monitor, Liu Feng felt a little lightheaded. His originally tense expression softened, and despite himself, a grin crept up the corners of his mouth.

“Man, that grin is so damn smug!” Dong Dong couldn’t take it anymore.

In Cheng Zhu’s opinion, Liu Feng had the makings of someone capable of handling things. He had a certain flexibility when it came to solving problems, decent instincts, and a sharp mind.

The issue was that his overall conditions were average, making him lack self-confidence and leaving him short on experience.

People like this needed a little push—sometimes even a kick—into the fray so they could figure things out on their own.

From the looks of it, Chen Jieyu wanted to set up a provisional class committee first.

After some time, when everyone got more familiar with each other, there would be a formal election.

Cheng Zhu wasn’t sure if his offhand suggestion would make any difference.

But hey, talking didn’t cost anything, so why did it matter?

He wasn’t about to be like Zheng Qingfeng, who acted as if every word he spoke cost him money.

After a while, Dong Dong suddenly realized something and shouted, “Hey! Old Cheng! Why did you only recommend Liu Feng to Teacher Chen to be a class committee member? Do you think I’m not good enough?!”

Cheng Zhu fought back the urge to crack a joke about him.

As the night deepened, Cheng Zhu lay on his dorm bed, facing away from his roommates, continuing to edit product photos.

Before long, he received an uncolored draft from Fox Talk.

“Tsk, not bad, not bad,” Cheng Zhu praised. “You really nailed that pure vibe.”

He ordered, “Do the same for the next few designs.”

“Got it, Boss!” Fox Talk was quite excited.

For her, drawing all kinds of spicy content and experimenting with different artistic styles every time made the job quite immersive!

She felt like working for her patron daddy not only padded her wallet but also honed her skills and helped her improve. More importantly, it satisfied many of her guilty pleasures and creative fantasies.

It’s so comfortable, so comfortable working for him! Fox Talk felt like she was becoming increasingly unclean, both inside and out, and she worried she might scare off any future boyfriend.

But it didn’t matter. These days, where could she find such a job that satisfied both her material and emotional needs?

As an illustrator, she knew that it was extremely rare for her to have a spiritual connection with a client.

Speaking of which, she didn’t know her patron daddy’s full name. After a few deeply perverted and lewd in-depth exchanges, she silently changed Cheng Zhu’s WeChat contact name to Soulmate (spiritual partner, soul partner).

Of course, she added the word ‘boss’ to show her reverence for money while keeping it from sounding too ambiguous.

In fact, she could have just shortened it to lewd friends.

Fox Talk was her name on Weibo, but on WeChat, she used a string of letters and numbers that Cheng Zhu couldn’t understand. It was almost like the code of an adult movie. Hence, the note Cheng Zhu gave her was simply: adult artist.

Time passed in a flash, and it was three days later.

He had finished editing all the product photos, and Fox Talk had completed the main illustrations.

There were still two days left before the planned release date, so Cheng Zhu wasn’t in a hurry.

As mentioned previously, he didn’t want the focus to be just on popular product terms like the ‘stepmother dress’ from last time.

He wanted to create a whole new trend.

Clearly, the trend he was aiming for was the highly popular ‘pure desire style’!

For this new release, every product would feature this term, and he would include these three words in the main images of the product photos and comics as well.

There was no need to explain just how popular this style was online.

It was because these three words were quite interesting.

The words ‘pure’ and ‘desire’ had a certain contrast, yet they could blend together perfectly.

What he wanted was for this style to go viral, to become mainstream, making these three words an online sensation!

Making money from e-commerce was only a small part of it. It was a mere fraction of the profit. The real value was how it would benefit some of his future plans.

“Let me introduce myself. My name is Cheng Zhu, and you can also call me… the founder of the pure desire style!”