She Was Like an Angel

On the 7th, no one went out wandering around. They stayed in the dorm and rested for the day, since school started tomorrow.

Preparatory classes were also divided by major. Wang Ye planned to study management, while Liu Xiaojie was in computer science, so they were not in the same preparatory class.

As for choosing management as a major, it had been a blind choice...

Business management sounded like such a prestigious major. After graduation, surely he would become a senior executive at some major corporation...

That had been what Wang Ye and his family thought when they chose the major.

Of course, with the experience of a previous life, Wang Ye now understood that this major was nothing but a gimmick!

Whether in China or abroad, management undergraduates not only could not become corporate executives after graduation, but might even have trouble finding a decent job.

Unless you had an MBA from some Ivy League school, there was simply no comparison.

Still, Wang Ye had not applied to change majors. Given his language skills, switching majors would have been easy. He only needed to write an application at the university's foreign affairs office.

That was because Wang Ye understood that, for him now, it did not matter what major he studied!

He did not need to rely on specialized knowledge to find a job. Studying business management was actually better, since there was not much specialized knowledge involved. It was relatively easy, the department was less strict, and exams were easier to pass.

That would leave him with more personal time to do other things.

Wang Ye was still looking forward to tomorrow's classes.

Naturally, he was not looking forward to the lessons themselves. He had no need to study the little material taught in preparatory courses.

With his current Russian proficiency, he could directly enter freshman-year professional courses without any problem.

What Wang Ye was looking forward to was the teacher who would teach them Russian...

January 8th marked the official start of school.

They got up early, had breakfast, and headed toward the academic building together.

The preparatory school building was also in the dormitory area. It had actually been converted from Dormitory Building 4 and was very close to Building 6, where Wang Ye and the others lived.

They only had to pass through a small grove in the dormitory area to reach it.

The preparatory building was bustling, filled with international students from all kinds of countries. There were especially many Asian faces and Black students.

If they were talking about which country had the most international students, China undoubtedly had the most...

The moment they entered the first-floor lobby, a wave of heat mixed with noisy chatter hit them in the face.

All kinds of languages mingled together, making their heads spin. They had never even heard many of those languages before.

Following the advice Zhou Yuan had shared, Wang Ye and the others lined up at one side of the lobby, where people stored their coats.

In Moscow, nearly every building had a place like this in its first-floor lobby for storing coats.

It was so cold outside that people naturally wore down jackets and other heavy clothing. But once inside, the heating was too strong and the temperature soared. It was impossible to keep wearing a heavy coat, yet carrying it around yourself would be too much trouble.

That was why coat storage was essential.

They took off their heavy down jackets and placed them on the wooden counter. The elderly woman behind it handed them small metal tags with numbers, then put their coats into separate compartments behind her.

When they were ready to leave, they only needed to return here and hand over the metal tag to retrieve their coats.

After storing their clothes, everyone found their own classrooms according to the signs on the first floor.

Wang Ye and Liu Xiaojie were not in the same class. Wang Ye's classroom was 304 on the third floor.

When he entered the classroom, several students were already seated inside. Seeing Wang Ye come in, they all nodded in greeting.

Wang Ye smiled back.

Preparatory classes were all small. There were only six students in his class. Aside from him, all of them were international students from other countries.

There were two Vietnamese guys, one South Korean girl, three Black students from the African savanna—one man and two women—and one handsome guy from Latin America.

Clearly, none of their Russian was very good, so they could only communicate through a mix of words and gestures.

Honestly, Black students who could afford to study abroad generally were not lacking in refinement. These three spoke French.

The South Korean girl was clearly interested in Wang Ye and awkwardly greeted him in Chinese.

"Hello... My name is Han Enlin. What is your name?"

Wang Ye nodded and replied, "Wang Ye."

She did not look like those South Korean celebrities. Her features were fairly "natural," and she probably had not had plastic surgery. Naturally, he was not interested.

In comparison, one of the Black girls was truly quite attractive.

Her features were delicate and pleasant, more in line with Eastern aesthetics. She was not particularly dark either, so she was probably mixed-race. More importantly, her figure was a little breathtaking...

Her long legs were straight and slender, her curves graceful and lively.

But that was not the important part. Wang Ye was not in the mood to strike up a conversation with the Black girl.

What he was looking forward to even more was their teacher...

It was a little past nine twenty, and class was about to begin when the classroom door opened and a young woman walked in.

Everyone looked up in unison, and the room instantly fell silent.

The boys especially stared fixedly at the young woman, their eyes unblinking.

Wang Ye was no exception...

The young woman was fairly tall, around one meter seventy-five.

Her figure was slim and upright. Beneath her ash-gray short skirt, her stocking-clad calves made her seem even taller.

In terms of figure alone, perhaps she was not as voluptuous as the Black girl.

But her face was utterly flawless!

Her fair, delicate skin glimmered faintly under the lights.

Her exquisite little mouth carried a touch of innocent youthfulness. The corners of her lips curled slightly upward, and her pale pink lips seemed to have been coated with balm, shining faintly.

Her large sapphire-blue eyes were clear and pure. As they shimmered, it felt as though the entire room had brightened...

Her long, light golden hair fell in waves down her back.

Perhaps this was exactly what people imagined when they thought of an "angel"!

Judging by her age, she seemed about the same age as Wang Ye and the others, at most in her early twenties.

Everyone thought she was another new student, but only Wang Ye knew that this young woman was their Russian teacher...

The handsome Latin American guy swallowed and hurriedly stood up, smiling brightly as he said, "Hello, you're a new student, right? Welcome."

He had wanted to say a few more words to get closer to her, but unfortunately, his Russian was not good enough!

At that moment, he probably desperately wanted to learn Russian as quickly as possible.

The young woman smiled sweetly and walked in. She said gently to everyone, "Welcome, everyone. My name is Angelina, and I am your Russian teacher."

She deliberately spoke slowly, trying to make sure everyone could understand clearly.

Everyone understood that sentence, and they finally realized that this young woman was not their classmate—she was their teacher!