Far away in Moscow

Chapter 42 New Life
Zhou Dali tilted his head and thought for a while: "I have dealt with Sixth Brother several times, and I feel that he should be a reasonable person and treat others very well. Many Chinese students will ask him for help when they encounter difficulties. He can also solve problems. Help is just a helping hand—of course it’s not free of charge. And being an education agency must also make money, some people think he charges too much, and it’s inevitable to complain behind his back.”

"It turns out that Wang Shen has a backer." Li Baoqing touched his face anxiously: "He suffered a little loss today, so he won't ask someone to find fault and take revenge?"

Zhou Dali smiled lazily: "Don't worry, that kid has a bad temper and loves to save face. He brags and stares at people twice in three days, but it's all bluffing. I've never seen him making any big noises. Besides, Brother Six is ​​in charge. , he dare not mess around."

"That's good, that's good." Li Baoqing breathed a sigh of relief: "We both want to go to school according to our duties, and don't cause any trouble."

On the first day of school, Hu Yi deliberately stood guard at the door of the classroom early. When he saw the teacher, he took the initiative to greet him: "Hi teacher, I am your student."

"Oh? Good morning, who are you?" The teacher is a middle-aged woman with white, fat, blond hair, and a pungent body odor is faintly exuding from the inside of her thin coat.

"My name is Hu Yi." Hu Yi held his breath: "I know this name is not very good, please call me Anton from now on."

"Oh ho ho ha ha ha ha ha!" The fat teacher's laughter was heartless and wild: "I understand, I understand! Come on Anton, we are about to start class!" Hu Yi was sprayed with foam all over his face Xingzi, with a smirk, followed behind the teacher, wiped his face secretly, and walked into the classroom.

The situation in the classroom is similar to that of Ma Ji. There are more than a dozen men and women of different skin colors crowded into a small room.Fat teacher stomped a few steps onto the podium, opened his mouth wide and laughed loudly: "Is everyone here? Hello everyone, is it hot today? 'Hot', do you understand?"

"Understood." The students nodded together.

"Very good, great! Please introduce yourself first." Fat teacher took off his coat, walked up to Hu Yi cheerfully, propped his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly, the corners of his mouth almost reaching the roots of his ears: "Just from This gentleman begins, please."

Another pot of spitting stars splashed over, Hu Yi tightly pressed his lips, stood up with a smile on his face, and was about to speak, when the fat teacher suddenly raised his arms and slapped him twice.

She was wearing a sleeveless shirt, and the moment her armpits opened, a strong body odor gushed out, piercing Hu Yi's nostrils.Hu Yi's eyes were staring from the smoke, his face was pale, and just as he regained his composure, the fat teacher became even more aggressive. He picked up the roster from the podium and slapped it under his armpit a few times, muttering in a low voice while slapping: "Oh my god! , was sweating and was dying of heat."

The power of these fans is comparable to chemical weapons, like a volcanic eruption.Hu Yi almost lost his breath, shrank back in panic, and almost forgot what he wanted to say: "I...my name is Hu...ah no, my name is Anton, from China, 19 years old, last year... Preparatory...in Madge."

"Hohahaha, it's great, your Russian pronunciation is very standard. Thank you, Anton, please sit down!" Fat teacher launched another wave of spitting stars, turned and walked back to the podium: "Next one."

Hu Yi took a few deep breaths in embarrassment, rubbed the corners of his eyes that were dripping with tears, and secretly wiped his face by the way, before he calmed down and listened to other people's self-introductions.

The nationality composition of the classmates is more complicated than that of Maji. Most of them are girls. The eyes of the thin Israeli girl are shining brightly; the fat Sri Lankan girl is honest and honest; there is another one from unknown The mixed-race beauty from a small country in North Africa is tall and tall, exuding all kinds of amorous feelings in her gestures, and her appearance and temperament are like Cleopatra in the movie.

Hu Yi was a little surprised. He thought he could excel in the preparatory class with his Russian learning experience last year. Unexpectedly, most of his classmates have a certain level of Russian. Some of them are half-Russian mixed-race; Lived for a while; there are also from the CIS countries, who received varying degrees of Russian education as children.

The most prominent ones are the two beautiful and gentle Arab-Russian mixed-race girls, who can communicate with the teacher verbally without barriers, and their pronunciation is pure, just like Russians, but they have not received systematic Russian education.

Several students finished their introductions one after another, and a strong young man stood up in the corner. His whole body was black and shiny, and he had very short curly hair. Before he opened his mouth, he bared two rows of big white teeth: "I am from Benin. I’m at a relative’s house in Moscow. Benin is a very beautiful country, very beautiful. I like sports and fitness, and I’m currently working as a coach in the school’s fitness club. You are all welcome to practice and build a strong body!”

"Wow, that's great! Hohohahahaha!" Fat teacher's eyes lit up like a nympho girl: "Your body is very strong, very strong!"

Xiao Hei proudly flexed his arms and showed off his biceps: "Of course, I won the title of Mr. Bodybuilder in the youth group in our hometown last year!"

"It's great! It's really great!" The fat teacher reluctantly looked away from Xiao Hei, and looked around at the students in the room: "Who else hasn't introduced himself?"

"Me." A short boy stood up behind Hu Yi, with short flaxen hair combed sideways, deep eye sockets, big nose, thin lips, typical Caucasian appearance.The boy was full of arrogance and shyness, with a drake voice, and he spoke as if he was sawing wood: "I am Wuga, Wuga Abasaf. I am from Azerbaijan, and my father is the president."

The whole room looked at him together, and the fat teacher was in awe: "What are you talking about? Your father is the president of Azerbaijan? Are you sure?"

Wuga shook his head: "No, no, from Baku, the president."

The Israeli girl blinked her eyes and said, "Baku is a city with only a mayor and no president."

Wuga's expression was slightly unnatural: "In Baku, there is a company, my father, the president! Do you understand?"

"President" and "President" are the same word in many languages.Xiao Hei bared his big white teeth and smiled, "Oh hey, the son of the boss of the company, he's rich."

"Of course, my father is very rich." Wuga seemed to be scratched by someone, and a satisfied smile immediately appeared on his face: "My uncle is in Moscow, a businessman, and he is also rich! I live in his house, very rich. Big house, car to take me to school, Opel! Do you know Opel? German car, very famous brand, very famous!"

The king of cowhide, one of the soil turtles.Hu Yi slightly raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.The fat teacher shrugged: "Yes, I know... Opel is indeed very good, please sit down."

Wuga looked around contentedly, but didn't see any admiration or envy in the eyes of his classmates. He was a little bit disappointed, and then raised his voice and said, "Hey, do you know? If you need a car, you can find my uncle. He must I will help you!"

"Very good, Mr. Wuga, you are a generous person." Fat teacher smiled: "But we are about to start class, please sit down."

With the foundation of last year as a foreshadowing, Hu Yi is now very relaxed in class, and he is not inferior to those mixed-race students in mastering the rules of grammar, but his vocabulary is worse.The preparatory courses for linguistics majors were not too difficult. He was very active in class and often actively participated in class discussions, which was completely different from sitting around like a gourd when he was in Maji.

Getting along well with the students in the class is not bad. Hu Yi sometimes goes to the gym to watch Xiao Hei's fitness guidance class after class. Pinching and pressing on the limbs, trying to feel the subtle changes in the muscle fibers.

When the weather is good, I will go to the basketball court with everyone to play, enjoy the pleasure of doing whatever I want on the head of the Vietnamese dwarf, and fantasize myself as the cool and handsome Rukawa Kaede or the NBA rookie Kobe Bryant - of course, This unreliable illusion often only lasts for a short while, and will soon be returned to its original shape by a black brother with perverted physical fitness through a dunk on his head.

Occasionally, I would go to the Arabic restaurant below Building 6 to have a glass of beer with the bragging Wuga, and listen to his eloquent praise of the prosperity and richness of Azerbaijan, the business empire my father built in Baku, and the new high-end color TV bought by my uncle’s house. .

Hu Yi never took his words seriously, but he just smiled and didn't answer.When Wuga got tired, he pestered Hu Yi and asked, "Is China big? Is there a bustling metropolis like Baku?"

"The area of ​​China is roughly equivalent to... one hundred Azerbaijans." Hu Yixin replied: "There are at least dozens of cities like Baku in China."

"Impossible, stop bragging." Wuga smiled and stared at Hu Yi's eyes, trying to expose his lies: "Do you know that Baku is a big city with a population of more than 200 million! How could there be dozens of people in China? indivual?"

"200 million?" Hu Yi tilted his head dismissively: "There are 13 billion people in China, and [-] Baku can't fit in it."

"Thirteen...billion? 13 billion?!" Wuga's eyes gradually became confused: "How many people is that? You must be wrong, it should be... 3000 million?"

"13 billion!" Hu Yi dipped his fingers in some beer, and explained while writing on the table: "13, followed by eight 0s!"

"Impossible, why are there so many people?" Wuga counted the 0s on the table over and over again, his expression sometimes confused and sometimes desperate: "How much is this? You must have counted wrong."

Whenever it was difficult to reach a consensus on geography and mathematics, the two stopped talking, stared at the Russian girls coming and going by their side, and commented, and then drank up the beer in the cup, and one went back to the dormitory, and the other went back to the uncle's house .

Day after day like this, although the daily life is not very interesting, it can be regarded as flat and smooth. At least the level of oral English has been improved, and at the same time, I have learned many anecdotes that may be true or false.

Li Baoqing's learning situation has also improved a little. At least he can understand most of what the teacher said in class. When he returns to the dormitory, he discusses the rules and applications of grammar with Hu Yi and Zhou Dali from time to time.As the course continued to deepen, there were more and more key and difficult points, so he ran to Yu Feifei for advice every three days, and then went straight to Building 11 after class, and didn't come back until after dinner.

(End of this chapter)