Chapter 4: Hating the rich is the duty of the poor

  Her Christmas ended like this.

  She trudged back to the dormitory with the sound of the bell, and before the lights went out, she quickly climbed up to her bunk. He Fei rubbed her sore right arm, feeling a mix of emotions. After her roommates went out for a trip, they completely ignored her, so she could only try to sleep. In a daze, she heard someone entering and leaving the dormitory, calling out Mi Lu's name. As a result, it was a long and tedious night, all in English, which was even more unbearable than a nightmare.

  "Birds on the tree in pairs, green water and thousands of mountains with a smiling face, picked off at hand..."

  "He Feifei, stop making noise, answer the phone quickly!" The little treasure on the opposite bed kicked the bed board hard, waking He Feifei from her daze.

  "Oh, oh..." He Fei closed her eyes and felt for her phone under the pillow, still not fully extricated from the English composition in her dream.

  Jiajia on the lower bunk was also woken up: "Hey, it's still early morning, can't you let people sleep?!"

  "Ah, sleep, you continue sleeping, ah," He Fei pressed the phone, shrinking her head into the quilt together, "Hello, who is it?"

  "Mǐ lù." The voice on the other end of the phone replied, still accompanied by the cacophony of car horns.

  He Fei was stunned and suddenly woke up: "How did you get my phone number?"

  "You told me yesterday."

  She told him!!! But he obviously didn't take anything!!!

  "I remembered it after listening just once."

  The difference between ordinary people and geniuses lies here, He Fei thought she had finally understood.

  "What's wrong?"

  "What's wrong?" He Fei asked absent-mindedly.

  Another roar of the engine, followed by Miroku's voice: "Hmm, I have something to do on weekends and can't help you with your lessons..."

  "It's okay, it's okay." For some reason, I'm overjoyed.

  "I'm busy," said Milu in a tone that didn't sound too good, "I live outside of school, so you come to my place yourself on the weekend to do your homework and then fax it to me."

  "Really?!" He Fei was shocked, being invited by a single man to his place...

  "Do you know that school exams have something called a question bank?"

  "I've heard of it."

  "Have you thought about it in English?"

  "...think."

  "I'll send you my address later."

  "......Alright."

  Conquered by you like this, cut off all retreats.

  Get up, brush teeth, go out, follow the text message to walk to the iconic building in University Town, look up, face the morning sun, He Fei has been thinking.

  The security guard of the building, about thirty years old, with dark skin, walked over and said, "Comrade, is there something I can help you with?"

  He Fei took a glance at her phone and replied according to the instructions: "I'm heading to the 22nd floor, room 2201. My surname is He."

  Without exception, upon hearing He Fei's voice, the security guard looked at her again, but soon he smiled foolishly and said, "Oh, hello Miss He," as he entered the hall, opened the elevator door for her, and pressed the floor number. "The homeowner has left a message saying you would be visiting, please go ahead."

  It's rare for her to be addressed with honorifics, so He Fei felt a bit embarrassed and didn't even have time to take in the luxurious hall as she hastily stepped into the elevator: "Cough, thank you."

  The security guard smiled kindly at her again, nodded and closed the elevator door. He Fei's returned smile had just bloomed halfway when she awkwardly withdrew it, muttering to herself that if it were Mi Lu, he probably wouldn't have been willing to close the elevator door.

  That's not right either. The security guard is a man, and whether or not Mi Lu smiles has nothing to do with him - no matter how beautiful Mi Lu is, she's still just a woman, and can't compare to his wife.

  What is she thinking about...

  "Ding---" The elevator door opened. He Fei adjusted her facial expression, walked out, and carefully turned around in the corridor to find the room number 2201.

  Mǐ Lù said in the message that the number plate is movable, can be pressed open, and inside is a password box. After entering the password, you can enter the house. Today, he temporarily changed the password to her mobile phone number.

  He Fei tiptoed, pressed the door number plate, entered her mobile phone number, and then pressed the "#" key. The door opened with a creak.

  The morning sunlight pours in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the whole room bright and warm. She subconsciously closes her eyes, and feels a gentle breeze caressing her face.

  Having air conditioning... is one of the main reasons why students miss home during winter.

  At this point, He Fei decided to magnanimously forgive Mi Lu for pulling her out of bed and dragging her outside. She took off her scarf, kicked off her slippers, and was just about to go back inside when her phone rang. "Birds on the tree are in pairs..." The phone rang, she leaned against the door and glanced at it before answering.

  "Arrived?" Miro's voice was very soft.

  "How did you know?"

  "The door at home is bound with mobile phone and will send a short message notification."

  "......" He Fei broke out in a cold sweat, "Your family won't have installed a bunch of cameras again, will they?"

  "I'm not bored enough to install cameras in my own home."

  Me too.

  "The scroll and fax machine are in my study room. You can just send it over from your place, no need to run back and forth."

  "Got it!"

  "There's food in the kitchen, if you do well on your English test, I'll treat you to a meal; if not, don't forget to spit it out."

  The words seemed a bit too intimate, and she didn't know how to respond. On the other end of the phone, Milo chuckled softly before speaking, but then a woman's voice shouted "Milo—" followed by a commotion, probably Milo covering the receiver.

  Subconsciously, He Fei felt a bit awkward.

  After a while, Mi Lu's voice came through: "That's it for now, I'm going to attend the meeting." Then she hung up the phone.

  She was stunned by the busy tone and hung up the phone. Her best friend Xiaobao said that when a man uses "I have a meeting" as an excuse to end things, it means he's definitely not working. But she and Milu weren't even ordinary friends, so what did it matter?

  She actually hoped that the woman on the other end of the phone wouldn't misunderstand.

  He Fei bent down to put her shoes on the shoe rack, rolled up her scarf and stuffed it into her backpack, then walked into the living room, passing by the purple and milky white fabric sofa, only to find that the house was bigger than she had imagined.

  This is a duplex house, with two floors up and down. Downstairs, she looked around and found only the living room and a large kitchen. In the middle of the living room, there was a spiral staircase, which seemed to lead to the study upstairs. Next to the wooden stairs were placed two pairs of slippers, one for men and one for women. He Fei thought for a moment and went straight up.

  As she went upstairs, she felt that her choice was right. The silver-gray carpet underfoot made people warm to the soles of their feet. He Fei bent down and touched it, confirming that the carpet was made of raccoon fur. She knew this raccoon fur because last year during the New Year's holiday, she accompanied her mother to buy clothes and accidentally discovered a coat in the window with only the collar made of raccoon fur, priced at four digits. The soft tactile sensation she felt at the time still lingered in her memory, and she didn't expect to be able to step on such a large piece underfoot today.

  From this, it can be inferred that she can only use very artistic and elegant houses, where everything inside should be worth a lot of money.

  However, for her, the most expensive thing is not Milu, but the scrolls in the study room. He Fei sincerely distinguished between the two doors upstairs, praying that she wouldn't push open a boy's bedroom, then casually pushed one open - because the door panels were exactly the same - and didn't budge.

  She cleverly pushed another one, and it opened. What entered her eyes was a wall of bookshelves, with a desktop computer with a large screen on the right side against the wall, a tripod and camera, as well as a floor-standing telescope facing the window, and some instruments that He Fei had never seen before.

  A dark-colored desk in the shape of a rectangle was placed horizontally in the center of the study, on which two laptops were arranged, next to them a telephone and a fax machine, and of course, a stack of test papers for her, hidden behind a large pot of forced plum blossoms.

  He Fei took a sip of the fragrance of wax plum, pulled open the high-legged chair and sat beside the desk, moved the test paper to her front, took out the pencil case, and started doing the test paper, or rather, copying would be more appropriate. Mi Lu gave her English test paper with standard answers written on it, what she needed to do was write down the reasons for each answer behind them.

  "This method can let me know what you are good at and what not, so it's easier to explain," Milu concluded in her last message. "Of course the most important thing is that twisted logic is also logic, which can help you memorize exam questions."

  She was flipping through the book while copying the test paper, and couldn't help but admire how well Milu understood her students. For the first time in her life, she found herself doing English so smoothly and with such enthusiasm that she even just casually ate some potato chips and milk from her backpack for lunch, until four o'clock in the afternoon when Milu urged her to send him what she had done today, He Fei reluctantly put down her pen, dialed the number, and sent it over.

  After a while, the mobile phone on the table started vibrating, He Fei opened it and found a text message from Mi Lu.

  "Work hard, praise."

  He Fei smiled and opened her phone to reply to the message. Her phone vibrated again, with two new messages arriving.

  "You have the answer, how can you still get 70% wrong?!"

  "He Fei! Don't forget to spit out your lunch!!"

  American beauty, don't get angry, getting angry ruins your looks and harms your body...