Chapter 2: Girls Can't Be Summoned At Will

  She was startled by the sound of the bell, and the familiar scenes in "City of Wishes" brought back the embarrassing memories she thought she could forget. He Fei had a dream all night, dreaming that she was running around in the game, and everyone was speaking English to her. Later, for some reason, she wore that very tacky novice equipment and wanted to attend the grand wedding of two monsters, but was refused entry because of her shabby appearance - no fur.

  What's all this nonsense!

  After finishing the first class, He Fei closed her notebook and finished the last sip of soy milk. She stuffed the empty carton into the drawer, pulled out a can of milk, and continued drinking in silence, hoping to wash away the resentment in her heart.

  Jiajia, sitting next to her, a typical northeastern girl who can't stand seeing others being pitied, joked: "Hey, so early in the morning, you've been stimulated?"

  "I'm more stimulated than you think I am." He Fei swallowed the milk, glanced at the newspaper in her deskmate's hand, and saw that she was secretly reading a financial and political news report during class.

  "You don't understand now, it's popular to watch this!" Jiajia pouted.

  He Fei followed her gaze and saw that almost every girl had a copy, she couldn't help but roll her eyes and say: "Is it popular to be suicidal now?"

  "You're so clueless, silly girl," said the little treasure on her right side, poking her forehead with a chubby paw, "This is what Miro likes to watch, do you know?"

  So that's how it is, in school, anyone who has a relationship with Mi Lu, eats and sleeps are all gossip, He Fei didn't have the courage to oppose the masses, obediently nodded and said "I know".

  "Don't think that just because you have a good voice, you can turn 'I don't know' into 'I do know'," He Fei, who was trying to bluff her way out of the situation, thoroughly enraged the crowd. The female classmate sitting in the front row turned around and said, "We worked so hard to save you a seat in the auditorium yesterday, so you could experience the prince's piano performance, but you didn't even go!"

  If a boy is called "prince" by many girls, he must have the following basic qualities: handsome, from a wealthy family, elegant and talented in some ways. Looking at the whole school, this title can only be used to describe Milo.

  "I went, but there were too many people and I couldn't squeeze in," He Fei said softly in her defense, wanting to say that she had met him yesterday, but before the words reached her mouth, she felt that if she wanted to live a little longer, it was better not to mention this matter, so she changed her tone and said, "However, I listened from outside, it sounded great, hmm, compared to the prince's piano sound, mine is just noise."

  "Is it? We were all sitting inside and didn't hear a thing..." someone replied in a gloomy tone.

  He Fei's inexplicable blinking eyes.

  "Others are just like you, a big shot, haven't arrived yet!" Jiajia rustled the newspaper.

  “……”

  "Ding ding ding——" The bell for class rang.

  The team leader walked over to maintain discipline: "He Fei's fire star level is as hopeless as her English, everyone disperse."

  No one refuted, everyone turned around, flipped through their notebooks, picked up books, and spread out newspapers.

  Poor He Fei was dissatisfied with being discarded and whispered: "I don't have a fire star, I still know that Mi Lu's English is good."

  This must be true, otherwise he wouldn't dare say her English is passable, right?

  "Oh, I didn't think you'd know about this either, Martian old man." Jiajia said calmly without even lifting her head.

  "What does it mean?"

  "Others, like Mi Lu, grew up in England since childhood, how can their English be bad!"

  “……”

  A classical temperament like Milu unexpectedly turned out to be a hidden attribute little foreigner, this world is indeed full of unexpected surprises...

  He Fei began to believe she was a Martian.

  Martians naturally don't celebrate Christmas. After finishing the last class, all the girls in the dormitory asked He Fei to help them carry their books and notes back. Yesterday was Christmas Eve, today is Christmas, plus it's also the weekend, everyone's schedule is packed. As for He Fei, watching movies makes her sleepy, shopping always leaves her behind, entering a mall only makes her search for a chair to sit in, this kind of person is only suitable for staying at home and guarding an empty house!

  It's fine as long as there's food to bring back, order a good midnight snack, He Fei smiled and waved goodbye to everyone, then sat back in her seat with a pleased expression, sorted out her books and notes, put them into her large backpack, turned around and also left the classroom.

  Eating, washing dishes, fetching water, except for going somewhere else, everything is as usual.

  Back to the dormitory, take out a book that doesn't belong to her own, He Fei thinks today's dormitory is really quiet, quiet enough to enjoy: drill into the quilt, set up a small desk on the bed, it seems more comfortable than going to an empty classroom.

  He Fei, who had originally planned to just drink a glass of water in the dorm and leave, was now reluctant to move her feet and tried to selectively forget that Mi Lu wanted to give her extra lessons. Anyway, she had fulfilled their agreement, and Mi Lu hadn't said anything about having extra lessons today, right, right?!

  Hefei devoutly inquired of the invisible God before her.

  Then China Telecom sent a signal, the dormitory phone rang, "Ding ding ding, ding ding ding ---" broke the quiet good times.

  These days, if someone doesn't call on their mobile phone but instead calls the dormitory phone, there's only one possibility - it's a parent checking in, just not sure whose.

  He Fei reluctantly put down the water cup, coughed, picked up the phone and tried to make her voice sound gentle: "Hello, who are you looking for?"

  The voice on the other end of the phone was a bit noisy, as if it were on the road. After a while, someone spoke up: "He Fei?"

  The old-fashioned phone made the person's voice sound hoarse, but the tone didn't change. He Fei reacted and realized it was Mi Lu, somewhat surprised: "It's me, how do you have our dormitory phone?"

  A whistle sounded, and Mi Lu obviously didn't hear what He Fei said. She muttered to herself: "I can arrive at the classroom at 7 o'clock, and I can be under your building at 7:01. What time do you plan to leave?"

  Let Mi Lu wait for her under the dormitory building, and borrow her a hundred guts, she dare not!

  Is this considered a threat?

  She was speechless.

  "What? I didn't hear," said Mi Lu, who hadn't heard the sound, starting to talk to herself again. "Hmm, it's too noisy on the road, let me go downstairs and call you."

  He Fei blinked her eyes a few times and decided to compromise: "That... 6:45."

  "Okay, see you later." The conversation ended with a few short beeps of a car horn.

  What's going on? He actually heard that clearly!

  He He finished drinking the last mouthful of water in frustration, and He Fei looked at her bed with some melancholy, then glanced at the alarm clock, 6:40, there were five minutes to let her vent her emotions.

  In a huff, He Fei poured herself another glass of water and stormed out the door.

  Arrived at yesterday's classroom, it was still empty. Miroku was already there, sitting in her seat, busily writing in her notebook with her head down.

  Pinching his face, revealing a respectful and reverent smile, He Fei leaned in beside him: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

  At almost the same time, Mi Lu also stared at the screen and opened her mouth: "That, you wait a minute——"

  Hefei said: "Hmm?"

  "——Wait until I finish this city battle."

  "...She suppressed her emotions,"Oh."