A Simp Has No Future

"Zhiguo, what are you writing?" Wang Zixuan casually asked, resting a hand on Kuang Zhiguo's shoulder.

Kuang Zhiguo's heart skipped a beat. He had not noticed when Wang Zixuan had returned at all.

"Li Long? You're still thinking about Brother Long?"

Only then did Wang Zixuan see the name written in Kuang Zhiguo's notebook.

Kuang Zhiguo came back to himself and nodded, remaining calm.

"Aren't you thinking about Brother Long too? It all happened so suddenly."

Wang Zixuan sighed softly. "Of course I am. Without Brother Long, our dorm will probably lose all its energy from now on."

Li Long had an exceptionally cheerful personality. He had organized many of the dorm's activities.

He was also indeed very generous. After writing novels for so many years, he had never made a fortune, but he was still far better off financially than Wu Wei and the others.

So he got along well with everyone.

If Wu Wei had not pretended to be drunk, he would never have known that Li Long harbored such deep resentment toward him.

"Huh, where's Wu Wei?" Kuang Zhiguo noticed that Wu Wei had not returned.

Wang Zixuan shrugged. "Before we entered the dorm building, Lan Meng stopped him. She said their advisor wanted to see Wu Wei about something."

Kuang Zhiguo's expression became complicated.

Lan Meng—the campus celebrity of Imperial Capital University, vice president of the student union, born into wealth, and flawless in appearance.

At a place like Imperial Capital University, where elites gathered, even goddesses from the entertainment industry would not mean much. But a beautiful, wealthy, top-student girl like Lan Meng was still the dream lover of countless students.

And everyone knew who Lan Meng liked.

"Wu Wei really stepped in shit and got lucky," Wang Zixuan muttered. "God knows why Lan Meng fell for him."

Kuang Zhiguo smiled unnaturally. "If we had Wu Wei's talent with computers, perhaps Miss Lan would see us differently too."

"I heard Lan Group has tried to recruit Wu Wei twice already. They said he wouldn't need to continue his studies—if he joined Lan Group now, he could start at 50K directly. Yet Wu Wei turned them all down. That's seriously impressive. Wu Wei looks like the poorest one in our dorm right now, but there's a ninety percent chance he'll be the richest in the future," Wang Zixuan said with feeling.

Kuang Zhiguo thought, It's one hundred percent. He'll be the richest in the future.

Thinking of the future Wu Wei, who would command the winds and clouds, left Kuang Zhiguo in a foul mood. He soon lost the desire to talk.

Meanwhile, Wu Wei, the subject of Kuang Zhiguo and Wang Zixuan's discussion, asked Lan Meng in confusion, "Didn't you say Professor Lin wanted to see me? Where is he?"

Lan Meng stood before Wu Wei, seeming as if she wanted to speak but hesitated. Her stunning face was filled with conflict.

Seeing this, Wu Wei seemed to understand.

"Lan Meng, don't tell me you're confessing to me again? I already told you: while the Huns remain undefeated, how can I think of settling down?"

Lan Meng: "...The Huns were already destroyed by Great Qin during the reign of Qin's Fourth Emperor. Thanks."

"Is that so? But the motherland remains ununified. How can I immerse myself in romantic affairs?" Wu Wei said solemnly.

"When General Huo was twenty-eight, he rode forth with blade in hand and had already reclaimed all of Great Qin," Lan Meng said faintly.

Wu Wei coughed lightly, then said with a serious face, "Fine, I'll tell you the truth. You're not good enough for me."

Lan Meng clenched her delicate fists.

"Lan Meng, I don't mean to look down on you, but geniuses are always lonely. With your IQ, you can't understand my soul."

Lan Meng's body trembled slightly.

And he said he was not looking down on her?

Fine. There was no need to hesitate anymore.

He deserved to die.

After glaring fiercely at Wu Wei, Lan Meng said bitterly, "Wu Wei, if you die someday, it'll be because you brought it on yourself. Why are you always so full of yourself?"

Wu Wei frowned. "I'm not full of myself. I'm just telling the truth. Young people these days really can't stand hearing the truth."

"Whatever makes you happy. There'll come a day when you beg me."

Lan Meng glared at Wu Wei again before turning and leaving.

After taking two steps, she slowed down again, and the conflicted look returned to her face.

"Wu Wei..."

She turned back once more. Just as she was about to speak, she discovered that Wu Wei had already left with his back to her, casually waving without turning around.

Lan Meng stomped her foot in anger.

"Mengmeng, why get so angry over him?"

A ghostlike figure suddenly appeared behind Lan Meng, startling her.

"Zhao Xin? What are you doing here?"

Lan Meng became wary when she saw Zhao Xin.

At Imperial Capital University, Zhao Xin was the student union president. He came from humble beginnings, yet he was extraordinarily talented. In the eyes of many influential figures, a genius without any background was often more worthy of support than spoiled young masters from prominent families.

Anyone with eyes could see that Zhao Xin's future was bright.

But everyone also knew that Zhao Xin already had someone in his heart.

"Mengmeng, there's no need to waste your energy on a man who doesn't know his place," Zhao Xin said gently.

"I want to," Lan Meng replied simply.

Zhao Xin sighed. "Mengmeng, simps have no future."

Lan Meng clenched her delicate fists again.

"Same goes for you."

With that, Lan Meng left without looking back.

She took the same path Wu Wei had left by.

Zhao Xin was left standing alone where he was, radiating silent sorrow.

Wu Wei did not know what happened after he left, and even if he had known, he would not have cared.

When he returned to the dorm, Kuang Zhiguo and Wang Zixuan immediately turned their gazes toward him.

Good. No kiss marks.

"Wu Wei, what did the beautiful Miss Lan want with you?"

"Did you two..." As Wang Zixuan said this, he waggled his eyebrows at Wu Wei.

Wu Wei twitched his lips. "You guys are so boring. Professor Lin wanted to see me about something."

"Please. If Professor Lin wanted to see you, why would he specifically have the beautiful Miss Lan come fetch you? Obviously, the real intention lies elsewhere."

Wu Wei could say whatever they wanted. He was too lazy to explain further.

He picked up two books from his desk and headed outside.

"Wu Wei, where are you going?"

"To the library to study."

Kuang Zhiguo: "..."

Wang Zixuan watched Wu Wei's departing figure vanish. One second later, he decided to continue lying dead on his bed.

"Zixuan, seeing that Wu Wei is more talented than us and works harder than us, doesn't that make you want to do something?"

"Zhiguo, you're still too naive. Think about it—Wu Wei is more talented than us and works harder than us. So what's the point of us working hard?"

Wang Zixuan made so much sense that Kuang Zhiguo was rendered speechless.

"People need to accept their fate. We already work hard enough. There's no need to insist on comparing ourselves to Wu Wei. Is Wu Wei an ordinary person?" Wang Zixuan said casually.

Kuang Zhiguo said nothing, but he thought, Why isn't he an ordinary person? Why does he get to possess such extraordinary talent? In this life, I will definitely trample him beneath my feet.

For himself, and also for—Lan Meng.

At that thought, Kuang Zhiguo glanced at Wang Zixuan on the bed, then quietly opened his drawer and took out a bottle of medicine.