Return Of The Soldier King Chapter 74 The Poor Student

The next cla.s.s was philosophy, and the teacher was a middle-aged woman with a bad temper. She tended to drone on and on and many students were soon falling asleep, but Ye Fei kept on listening with an intensely focused expression.

Seeing several of the students in the cla.s.sroom sleeping or playing on their mobile phones, Ye Fei shook his head. He thought they had no appreciation at all for how lucky they were to have such a happy and carefree life. They were just wasting their time, which they would regret sooner or later.

When the lecture ended, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon. Ye Fei, Lin Qingwan and Qin Xiaomeng went to the cafeteria together, with little clue as to what Chu Mo wanted from them.

After a while, Chu Mo still hadn't come and Ye Fei was beginning to feel a little bored and restless.

"Manager Lin, I think we should go home now. We live with Chu Mo anyway, do you think she won't find us there? If you have something to say to her, you can tell her at home just as well."

"Do you think I don't want to go home? I've only had two lectures and my head already feels like it's going to explode," Lin Qingwan rubbed her temples. "You don't know what Chu Mo's like, she is a Virgo. She's really impatient. If you refuse her request, you will be in a lot of trouble."

Qin Xiaomeng, a little bored herself, suddenly perked up at the mention of astrology. "Haha, Professor Chu Mo is a Virgo? Well, tough luck for her students, haha! Sister Lin, what is your sign?"

Lin Qingwan thought for a while and said, "I, uh… I should be a Scorpio, but I don't really believe that stuff."

"Hey, I am an Aries, you are a Scorpio. Scorpio people are very s.e.xy, you know. Hold on, I'll look up today's horoscope for you." Qin Xiaomeng took out her phone and began tapping the screen.

Although Lin Qingwan claimed she did not believe that stuff, she was still very interested and two girls were soon prattling away.

Ye Fei rolled his eyes at their superst.i.tious babble and looked around for something to occupy his mind. However, he didn't actually turn his head. In fact, he could keep completely still and take in his surroundings only using his eyes and ears.

Being observant and alert at all times was an essential skill for a sniper, something Ye Fei excelled at.

There weren't many students in the cafeteria. Although the food was cheap and tasty, most of the students were accustomed to eating outside.

When the students were done eating, they left the leftovers on the tables and went away. The cleaning lady dragged her bucket around to clean up after them, muttering that the kids were wasting too much food.

Ye Fei noticed one young boy in a gray jacket, worn-out jeans and messy hair sneaking around. His jeans had two patches of different colors.

The boy was acting very strangely, so Ye Fei kept a close eye on him. He didn't have a tray in his hands, but carried a plastic bag. He looked around, and whenever he thought n.o.body was looking, he would quickly grab the leftovers from the nearest table and shove them into the plastic bag.

His movements were quick and furtive, as if he was afraid of being seen anyone. Once he filled his bag, he look relieved and quietly walked out from the back door.

In fact, most people in the cafeteria noticed him. After all, his scrawny appearance and shabby clothes stood out like a sore thumb in the clean-cut modern campus setting.

Although everyone pretended not to see him, he still hunched down, lowered his head, and avoided looking directly at anyone.

Ye Fei was a little surprised to see this. He didn't think there could be a student this poor at Shanghai University.

There were too many poor people in this society.

Ye Fei's eyes moistened. While carrying out his missions abroad, he also occasionally had to pick up other people's leftovers because he was poor, so he could very much sympathize with the scraggly youth.

He was reminded of a comrade, who could be said to be his best friend, a young man whose nickname was Tan-Tou.

Tan-Tou's family was from the countryside and his hometown was very poor. There were ten families in the village but barely an acre of arable land between them, so they often went hungry.

In high school, Tan-Tou began to live in the campus dorms. He studied hard and earned a scholars.h.i.+p, but he still had to make up for his living expenses, so every evening, after studying and doing his homework, he would walk around and stealthily pick up the leftovers in the school cafeteria.

When Ye Fei first heard of Tan-Tou's bitter experiences, he thought it was a joke. He never thought he'd live to see that kind of poverty in person.

Thinking of Tan-Tou saddened Ye Fei. He only hoped he could earn more money to help Tan-Tou's family and make their lives easier.

Suddenly, a furious voice roared from the direction of the back door: "d.a.m.n it, don't you have f.u.c.king eyes? What the h.e.l.l did you spill all over my shoes?!"

Ye Fei stood up and saw that the poor student had b.u.mped into a group of young men as he was leaving.

Those young people wore gold chains and had tattoos all over their arms. They looked more like gangsters than university students.

"Sorry! I'm sorry, let me wipe it off for you." The poor student lowered his head nervously and hurriedly took off his jacket to clean up the spilled rice and noodles.

"d.a.m.n it, don't touch me with your slimy hands!"

One of them kicked the poor student in the guts, sending him barreling head-first into a chair. Blood began trickling from his forehead.