I Really Don't Want to Help You Anymore

Zhen Rongrong carried her lunch box up to the dormitory building, her heart heavy with worries, and returned to the room on tiptoe.

The moment she entered, she heard a weak voice.

"Rongrong, you're back? Why are you half an hour early today? Did the restaurant close early?"

"No. Some classmates from Peking University came to see me today, and they drove me back."

As she answered with a smile, Zhen Rongrong skillfully took out an electric stove and a small pot, preparing to heat up the nutritious meal she had brought back for her roommate.

The University of California dorms had decent conditions: double rooms, private bathrooms, and no one came around checking electrical appliances or attendance. Of course, the annual housing fee was also as high as over two thousand dollars, so secretly using an electric stove was no big deal.

"They drove you back?"

Zhen Rongrong's roommate, Ruan Shujun, poked her head out from under the covers and asked with flickering eyes, "Did your classmate stay in the United States to work? What kind of car did they drive?"

Zhen Rongrong's practiced movements paused slightly before she answered, "They came over from the mainland for an inspection trip. It was the company car. I didn't recognize the brand."

Ruan Shujun thought for a moment, then lay back down. "Rongrong, you've been in the United States for over half a year now, and you still can't even recognize car logos. That won't do! When you look for a job later, people will think you're some country bumpkin who's never seen the world."

Zhen Rongrong said nothing. She scooped the warmed nutritious meal into a food container and brought it over to Ruan Shujun's bed.

"Careful, it's hot. Eat slowly."

"Thank you, Rongrong. These past few days, I really...