CHAPTER 201: 191 ZHAO CHUN’S SELECTIVE AMNESIA

September, East Sea Film Academy.

It’s the start of the semester, and the campus is bustling with activity, lively and vibrant. The garden along the campus path is planted with camellias, their fragrance lingering in the heavy air.

Most of the people passing by are handsome guys and pretty girls, fashionably dressed, with smiles blooming on their faces.

However, the crowd soon stirred up a commotion, neither too big nor too small. Two strikingly handsome young students cut through the throng under everyone’s watchful eyes—if you had to make a comparison, they were like two crooked, colorful caterpillars emerging from a patch of vegetables.

"Hey, boss, boss!" Yao Yu trailed after Zhao Chun, worry written all over his face. "It’s dangerous at school right now. That assailant hasn’t been caught yet. What if they’re hiding here on campus? Why don’t you stay home and rest for a while longer?" But you’re out here, flaunting yourself—not only that, you’re dressed so ostentatiously. A floral shirt, flared trousers, strutting around while dancing and humming.

You’re bound to attract attention again!

"Damn it, I’ve never been this much of a coward before. I’ll stand right here and see if they dare try to stab me again." Zhao Chun grumbled, rubbing his temples. His head throbbed painfully. He snorted and stopped to pat Yao Yu on the shoulder. "Relax, my grandpa said the guy has fled to another province. No matter where they run, they’ll be caught eventually. For now, I’m safe."

"That’s a relief." Yao Yu exhaled in relief. "Thank goodness for your luck, boss. While you were away, we felt like a flock of birds with no leader."

Zhao Chun pulled Yao Yu closer by the shoulder and coughed lightly. "Hey, tell me honestly, did I look awful during that time?"

"Not at all." Yao Yu thought for a moment. "You were lying in the hospital all day and scared the hell out of us, completely motionless—but still dashing and handsome as ever. And, boss, when you woke up, you had amnesia, forgetting all the recent events."

"Selective amnesia, I guess." Zhao Chun waved dismissively. "Anyway, nothing major happened recently, right?"

"Yes, yes, there was!" Yao Yu nodded frantically. "Didn’t we release that song ’Daybreak’? It was written by that Tian girl—you seriously don’t remember her?"

"Don’t mention that Egg girl again!" Zhao Chun took off his black aviator sunglasses, his brows furrowing. "What kind of idiot chooses ’Egg’ as a name? Is her mom named ’Chicken Egg’? Her dad named ’Dog Egg’? How could I possibly know someone so rustic and uncultured!" Fuck. When I woke up, Yao Yu just kept babbling about Eggs. I’ve been hearing it for days; my ears are practically growing calluses!

Fuck her Egg to hell.

Yao Yu cautiously wiped away his sweat. "No, boss, it’s not ’Egg,’ it’s ’Tian Girl.’"

Zhao Chun arrogantly lifted his chin. "Which one? Just say it outright." Like hell that Egg could cause any trouble—now my own buddy’s been won over by her?

"Boss, what ’Tian’ do you think it is?"

"Nonsense, obviously ’Duck’ Tian."

"Not ’Duck’ Tian, ’Little Foot’ Tian." Seeing Zhao Chun about to lose it, Yao Yu hurriedly added, "That’s how you introduced her to us back then."

"Tian Girl..." Zhao Chun rubbed his chin, squinting his eyes. "Why does that name sound like an insult?"

"Her surname’s Tian; she’s Tian Sister." Yao Yu pressed on, trying to jog Zhao Chun’s dormant memory.

"Tian Girl... And it’s a woman... Interesting. Someone with such personality does seem like someone I’d know." Zhao Chun mused, quickly putting his aviator sunglasses back on. "Whatever, the old gives way to the new. Thinking about Tian Girl makes my head hurt. Now that school’s started, it’s time to return to work. Let’s find something to practice with—my hands are itching."

Zhao Chun was in the photography department, but he was also keenly interested in directing, music, and painting. Back then, he’d casually ventured into music for fun.

"No, boss!" Yao Yu exclaimed anxiously. "That Tian Girl’s a genius! You even said she was incredibly talented. We should contact her!"

Zhao Chun ignored him and glanced toward the distance. "Isn’t that Li Junior over there?"

Yao Yu’s attention was diverted. He followed Zhao Chun’s gaze, speaking with admiration, "The script selection list for the TV station came out recently. My dad told me Li Yibai’s script was highly regarded and praised by the station chief. Li Junior is a talent—he’s become a major figure on campus."

Zhao Chun’s eyes lit up. "What script?"

"I think it’s called ’Desire’ or something. No details yet, but they’re planning to adapt it into a national TV drama." Yao Yu chuckled. "Boss, Li Junior’s pretty close to you, isn’t he? Do you think he’d let us shoot his script?"

Yao Yu had a good sense for people, and it was clear to him that Li Junior liked buttering up to his boss, although the reasons remained a mystery.

Zhao Chun proudly lifted his head, his eyes gleaming. "Ah Yu, we have principles. We’re not taking just any script—it has to meet our standards."

"The TV station already approved it, so it’s definitely good."

Li Junior, Li Yibai, whom they were discussing, was standing restlessly under a tree at the moment, talking with a girl.

Li Yibai—a name that fit him well—had fair skin that immediately marked him as someone who wasn’t from the countryside. With thick brows, bright eyes, a prominent nose, and a strong build, he exuded a sharp and energetic vibe, always looking vibrant. When he smiled, two little dimples appeared on his cheeks; women who liked him found those dimples a bit mischievous, a touch wicked.

At the moment, Li Yibai was holding a sealed love letter—a bold girl had slipped it to him.

He wore a faint smile as he watched the girl’s sobbing figure disappear in the distance, shaking his head.

From afar, he seemed like such a proper gentleman. But was that really the case?

No!

Li Yibai silently muttered to himself: Sister, dressing this shabby and daring to hand out love letters? Fine, I won’t blame you for lacking fashion sense, but you could at least have a figure! Look at you—no butt, flat chest, maybe an A-cup? Calling it A is being generous! Fine, so you don’t have a figure, but at least have some looks, right? But look at your face—purely an extra in the background! And you think I, Li Yibai, am blind enough to choose you as my leading lady? No way in hell!

Li Yibai tossed the love letter into a nearby trash can and walked forward, suddenly noticing someone further ahead. Was that Zhao Chun?

Holy crap! This couldn’t be real! Li Yibai froze and lowered his head to think.

Zhao Chun was supposed to have been trapped in Tian Family Village over the summer, missing for the semester—but now, why was he standing right there? Not to mention the earthquake from a few days back... In his previous life, there hadn’t been an earthquake! And just days before, during the start of the semester, the school had played a song titled "Daybreak."

Gah—he almost spat out his drink in shock!

Someone explain to him what the hell was going on? Two years into his rebirth—one spent in the countryside, another at school—he’d always held the position of the male lead. But now, his leading role was in jeopardy, all because of this Zhao Chun. Could it be that Zhao Chun was reborn too?

If Zhao Chun had also been reborn, just how deep would his resentment run? Zhao Chun would undoubtedly want to rise and claim the spotlight, and he’d always liked Wenxiu—even in the last life, he was obsessed.