Chapter Seven: Ideals
"What brought you over today? Keeping a friend company?" After leaving the lecture hall, they stood beside the broad, fan-shaped flight of several dozen steps. Fan Qiyi offered Su Can a cigarette. When Su Can waved it away, he lit one for himself.
"Yes. We happened to come this way, but ran into a little trouble." Su Can smiled.
Fan Xiyi glanced back toward the lecture hall. "It's a small matter. No problem. Don't you know anyone involved in the Singing Contest?"
Su Can shook his head. He had no particular dislike for this Student Union president. After all, Fan Qihua had a fairly good reputation. Having lived two lives, Su Can already knew what university was all about. Since enrolling, he had never regarded the Student Union with the reverence of an ordinary freshman. He showed it no particular respect and was even a little arrogant. Yet Fan Qiyi had not only tolerated this but repeatedly extended friendly overtures. That was more generosity of spirit than the average university student possessed.
With his cigarette lit, Fan Qiyi felt a little excited and exhilarated. He had first taken notice of Su Can through Tang Wu's stunning performance during morning exercises and that debate between Nanjing University and Shanghai International Studies University. Only then had he discovered what set this freshman apart. Of course, he had also noticed Su Can's unrestrained nature and dismissive attitude toward others.
Fan Xiyi had long occupied a high position. He was one of those dazzling campus figures who shone brightly and drew everyone's attention. Naturally, Su Can's refusal to give them much regard had once annoyed him. But this was university, not a society tightly bound to competing interests. Even as Student Union president, what could he do to an ordinary student