Far away in Moscow

Chapter 25 Failed

The three of them came to Lu Tao's room and saw him sitting upright on the bed, while a few Chinese students stood aside and sighed, filled with righteous indignation.Yan Zhiwen paced up and down the room with his hips akimbo, cursing skinheads in his mouth.

Peng Song kept his head down and stood outside the crowd, waiting for the others to leave, then timidly moved to Lu Tao's side, humming like a mosquito: "Brother Tao, you... are you okay? Are you okay?"

Hu Yi said angrily: "What a fart! You don't have eyes?! Can this be called all right?"

Lu Tao reached out to stop Hu Yi, and said to Peng Song, "I'm fine, don't worry."

Peng Song was so yelled at by Hu Yi that he didn't dare to look up, and murmured in a low voice: "Brother Tao, I, I was wrong. I shouldn't have left you guys and left. I... I was really wrong."

Lu Tao slowly turned sideways and leaned against the head of the bed, endured the pain of the wound, squeezed out a smile, and waved his hands lightly: "It's okay, don't think too much, how can you blame you for this matter. Let's talk about the situation If you go, you will be beaten, and it’s good to run away.”

Peng Song gave a soft "hmm", then raised his eyelids to look at Lu Tao, and saw that his arms were bruised and purple; his short hair, which was always neat and tidy, was cut off to deal with the wound, and it looked messy; originally delicate His face was slightly swollen, and there were a few band-aids on it.

Feeling ashamed in his heart, Peng Song couldn't help his nose sore, he lowered his head and stared at his feet and said, "I'm sorry, brother Tao, from now on... I will definitely not only care about myself in the future."

Lu Tao nodded with a smile and didn't answer any more.After chatting with Hu Yi and Li Baoqing again, he waved his hand exhaustedly and said, "Don't worry, I'm fine, I'll be fine after a night of sleep, you all go back."

Peng Song followed Li Baoqing back to 1302, lowered his head and pushed open the door of his room in desperation.Hu Yi shouted in a low voice: "Stop!" He stretched out his hand and pulled him in front of him: "Brother Tao doesn't argue with you, I have to settle accounts with you, you kid is too worthless!"

Peng Song looked at Hu Yi tremblingly: "Brother Yiyi Yiyi, I was wrong, I will definitely not dare next time!"

"Next time?! Look at Baoqing's face! Look at Brother Tao's injuries! It's all your fucking fault!" Hu Yi became angrier as he spoke, and couldn't help but raise his hand to slap him.

Li Baoqing hurriedly stopped him: "Forget it, you can't blame him for this matter. Anyway, we finally came back safely. We are both compatriots and classmates after all. There is no need to hurt our friendship because of such things." Peng Song winked: "Hurry up and stay where you are to cool off. I'll get angry when I see you."

Peng Song glanced at Hu Yi timidly, seeing that he didn't intend to slap him, turned around and slipped into his room.

Hu Yi still didn't want to give up, but was dragged back to the bedroom by Li Baoqing and pressed on the chair: "Okay, old Hu, actually think about it carefully, even if he didn't abandon us at that time, we wouldn't be able to run away in that situation. In the final analysis It’s the skinheads’ trouble, so there’s no need to push hard at him.”

Hu Yi couldn't let out a nameless fire in his heart, pointed at Li Baoqing and reprimanded him: "You! Bai has grown such a strong body! It will make people get down all of a sudden, and there is no chance to fight back!" No. You're so useless, I'll hold my breath for you!"

"It's called standing and talking without back pain. I didn't have time to react to the situation at that time. Skinheads are like a stick, and they can't dodge it even if they want to." Li Baoqing smiled wryly, and whispered with lingering fear: "That guy attacked How ruthless, he just hit me on the ground and couldn't get up, and he wanted to hit me on the head with a stick, but luckily Brother Tao rushed over to save me, otherwise... oh..."

Hu Yi was silent for a long while, then gritted his teeth bitterly and said, "Damn it, if I run into these bastards, I'll fight them! Even if I die, I'll have to hold my back!"

"All right, all right, you're desperate, you're amazing." Li Baoqing smiled and lightly pressed the gauze on his face: "Blowing braggarts are bragging, but these skinheads are really too fierce, and they will die without saying a word Do it, it's not the same as fighting when we were in middle school, if you still can run if you encounter it in the future, run away."

The compatriots around me have encountered this kind of thing, and Chinese students have become more cautious when going out.Just as the end of the term is approaching, everyone usually stays in the room and reviews their homework.

However, Hu Yi is well aware of his own level, and some subjects will not be understood even after reviewing.As expected, in the final exam a few days later, he tasted the familiar feeling of failing again.

Russian university examinations are usually a combination of oral and written examinations, using a five-point system, with three, four, and five points corresponding to pass, good, and excellent.The preparatory exam paid more attention to oral exams, and Hu Yi's previous plan to rely on Feifei's help fell through. In the end, he only scored four points in Russian, and the rest of the subjects were either three points or failed.

Li Baoqing's Russian level is not as good as Hu Yi's, but he enjoys special treatment because of his face.Almost every teacher would ask him why he was injured, and Li Baoqing would immediately win sympathy as long as he said the word "skinhead".

The soft-hearted teachers turned a blind eye and gave him a pass in the exam, only the Russian teacher Lyudmila showed no mercy: "Oh, Baoqing, dear, you are my worst student , the worst. For the sake of your injury, I have prepared some simple questions for you, as long as you can answer one correctly, I will give you three points."

Then she asked five questions, and Li Baoqing babbled for a long time, but couldn't answer any of them neatly, so he had to hold his wound and feel painful.Lyudmila wrote "Fail" in his grade book without hesitation, and sighed softly: "Go back and recuperate, study hard, and make up the exam."

Yu Feifei's grades were considered excellent among the preparatory students. Except for one subject with three points, the rest scored five points.But she was quite dissatisfied with herself. She sat on the chair and rubbed her hands between her legs uneasily: "Three points... is equivalent to sixty points. I haven't passed sixty points since I was a child."

Hu Yi blushed very rarely, and said with embarrassment: "Hey, I haven't passed the sixty-point exam for several years."

Although they are all "haven't passed [-]", the meanings they represent are quite different.Now Hu Yi is very sensitive to grades. He never took it seriously when he failed all the exams in high school. This time, he failed a few subjects but made him anxious and full of anxiety about the second half of the semester.

Li Baoqing was still depressed about the beating, but he was soon overwhelmed by the unexpected happiness that he only failed one subject. While happily saying "a blessing in disguise", he triumphantly enlightened Hu Yi: "Oh, old man!" Hu, isn’t it just that you failed a few subjects in the exam, don’t take it to heart, you see, I also failed in one subject, right?”

Hu Yi raised his eyebrows, and said unhappily: "Damn, you kid is pure luck. I think we will go out to find skinheads to beat up before the exam next semester, maybe we can graduate smoothly."

Li Baoqing smiled awkwardly: "Hey, it's okay to be crooked, it's okay—it's already winter vacation anyway, so we might as well wait until school starts to talk about these troublesome things. Let's think about how to spend the Spring Festival first."

Hu Yi sighed for a long time, lit a cigarette and pondered: "Spring Festival? How can we live in this place where the birds don't shit? We can't set off firecrackers, and we can't watch the Spring Festival Gala. Why don't we just ask everyone to come and have a New Year's dinner together? Let's have a lively dinner. Let's go grocery shopping on New Year's Eve, you and Chef Feifei, and I will help."

"No problem!" Li Baoqing touched the wound where the stitches had just been removed, and jumped up from the bed: "I'll call them over, let's discuss the menu for New Year's Eve!"

(End of this chapter)