Class 8.
Xue Yuantong is sleeping, isolated from the world.
Jiang Yanan brings her dinner, waking her up.
Cheers co from the balcony outside, sothing like "Jiang Ning won," "Jiang Ning lost again," "Jiang Ning just needs to try hard to beco Yun Tingting’s boyfriend."
Xue Yuantong is furious.
But she hasn’t eaten yet, so she decides to focus on eating.
The foreign student Huang Xingyue passes by and sees her eating heartily, so much so that they can’t help asking, "Hello, what are you eating? It slls so good!"
Xue Yuantong lifts her small face, her eyes wary: "Spicy hot pot."
Huang Xingyue feels she might hide the food in the next second, having never seen soone so protective of their food.
A layer of red oil and sesa floats on the surface of the bowl, without a doubt, confirming the deliciousness of this food.
"May I ask where you bought your dinner?"
Xue Yuantong twirls her chopsticks, recalling the cheers she heard earlier, and says, "You should ask my servant Jiang Ning."
"Servant?" Huang Xingyue frowns, as this is a distant term, even in Africa, only one semi-slave state remains in West Africa.
But China is not under such a system.
The thirst for knowledge temporarily diminishes her appetite, Huang Xingyue says, "May I ask, why is he your servant?"
Xue Yuantong proudly says, "He was born to be my servant."
Huang Xingyue nods: ’Born to serve.’
"As a servant, what does he specifically do for you every day?"
"There’s so much!" Xue Yuantong counts: "Bringing food, taking to school, accompanying in studying, playing gas with ..."
Huang Xingyue asks, "And you, what do you provide for him?"
"I provide him a place to live."
Huang Xingyue finds this logic flawless.
Xue Yuantong grabs a fried skewer, which is crispy on the outside with a layer of spicy sauce and sprinkled spices.
Xue Yuantong devours it.
Huang Xingyue sees more skewers in the foil bag that look equally delicious, wondering: ’Aren’t Chinese people supposed to be hospitable?’
Huang Xingyue thinks for a mont and then pulls out a piece of chocolate: "Thank you for explaining to ."
Xue Yuantong shakes her head: "I appreciate your kindness, but no need for gifts."
Her mother told her from a young age not to easily accept gifts from strangers, and she’s always rembered it.
"Alright." Huang Xingyue stands for a few more seconds, realizing this young girl is entirely unwelcoming, and then heads out to the balcony.
Next door in Class 9, a few boys discuss: "I heard there’s an African foreign student in Class 8."
"Africa, isn’t that where black people are from?"
Forr small rchant, Shen Xu laughs: "Do you know why most shooters are white and most track athletes are black?"
Soone replies: "Because black people are naturally strong, great genes!"
Shen Xu says with a straight face: "Because fast runners are called track athletes, slow runners are called moving targets!"
"Ha ha ha!"
Laughter bursts around them.
Huang Xingyue reaches the door, completely taking in the conversation. Though she has a yellow-white complexion, she also has African lineage.
After Shen Xu finishes, he notices the mixed-race features of Huang Xingyue and pauses, asking, "Are you a foreign student?"
Huang Xingyue nods and very politely says, "Nice to et you all."
Shen Xu, seeing this student so beautiful and cultured, quickly responds, "I’m pleased as well."
As if the joke never happened.
Huang Xingyue offers him a piece of chocolate: "This is an authentic specialty from our country."
Shen Xu is pleasantly surprised and quickly unwraps it, only to find it bitter enough to roll his eyes; it’s terribly bad.
Huang Xingyue, like a princess from a foreign realm, asks with concern: "Does it not suit your taste?"
How could Shen Xu bear to hurt this beautiful, generous princess from a foreign land?
He forces the chocolate down, praising: "Very delicious, I like it!"
Huang Xingyue smiles: "To celebrate our friendship."
Shen Xu, overwheld by the bitterness, pretends to have sothing urgent and leaves, aiming to head back to the classroom to rinse his mouth.
Huang Xingyue walks along the balcony, reaches the eastern corridor, and ets Jiang Ning.
Huang Xingyue imdiately asks, "Hello, are you Jiang Ning?"
"Hmm?"
"I heard from Xue Yuantong that you are her servant; is it true?"
Jiang Ning is expressionless: "She’s making it up."
"Okay." Huang Xingyue thinks: ’Crafty little girl.’
"So can you tell where she bought her food?"
Jiang Ning: "Hujia Spicy Hot Pot at the school gate, and the skewer shop next to it."
Huang Xingyue: "Thank you."
Out of courtesy, she offers chocolate candy.
Then, she finds herself facing ink-and-wash style eyes, as if her little sche has been unveiled.
Huang Xingyue suddenly feels slightly guilty.
Jiang Ning accepts the chocolate: "Thanks."
He doesn’t eat it on the spot but instead advises: "The hot pot there is mildly flavored. You must add more chili, decisively add chili, to have the authentic taste of Yuzhou’s specialty food."
"I will." Huang Xingyue agrees.
...
During the final class of evening study.
Guo Kunnan is surprised to find the mouth of Huang Xingyue, who sits behind him, swollen all evening, slightly reducing her beauty.
However, Guo Kunnan doesn’t mind.
He’s chatting with his new online girlfriend; yes, he has a new girlfriend.
This girlfriend is getting along fairly well, thanks to advice from Ma Shicheng.
Seeing Wang Longlong guarding the podium, he secretly slips to sit beside Ma Shicheng.
He looks excited: "Brother Ma, she still believes I’m from the neighboring province, and each ti we talk about her hotown Yuzhou, she’s moved that I specially learned about Yuzhou for her."
Ma Shicheng says: "Yes, when you et in person, you can say you took a long trip to Yuzhou and even arranged for school transfer just to be with her."
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