Little Black Roommate

After listening to Zhou Yuan's introduction, Wang Ye and the other boys decided to buy a Big Lieba each...

No, the proper Russian pronunciation should have been "khleb."

They also bought a large carton of milk. Not only would that cover their late-night snack, it would even be enough for breakfast the next morning!

Things in Russia were known for being "thick and huge."

The bread was as big as a brick. A girl probably could not even finish a third of one in a single sitting.

Even a boy would be full after eating half.

As for milk, it basically came in one-liter cartons.

Besides bread and milk, the girls also bought some snacks like potato chips.

Now it was up to Zhou Yuan. After calling over the middle-aged saleswoman, he pointed at the items on the shelves and went, "Eta, eta, eta..."

Finally, he casually said, "Skolko?"

That meant, "How much?"

Wang Ye was a little speechless. Zhou Yuan had been here for half a year, and his Russian was only this good?

Still, he said nothing and simply followed the others in buying some food and drinks.

Instead of buying white bread like everyone else, he picked up a dark rectangular loaf wrapped in transparent plastic film. It was something Wang Ye had once loved to eat.

It was a type of black bread, but it had nuts and raisins inside, with a layer of sugar frosting on top. It was quite tasty.

Naturally, it was also much more expensive than ordinary bread.

A loaf of white bread cost only eight rubles, while this one cost twenty-one.

For an ordinary student, that was fairly expensive.

As for drinks, everyone bought large cartons of milk.

A one-liter carton cost only sixteen rubles, still a little cheaper than back home.

After they finished shopping and came out, the teacher leading the group had already returned to the lobby.

"Alright, I've completed all the paperwork and assigned your dorm rooms. You'll all be on the second floor. Wang Ye, you're in 202. Liu Xiaojie, you're in 203. Wang Dan and Li Xiaoyun are in 217..."

As he spoke, the teacher handed out keys.

The dorms here were three-person rooms, with shared washrooms, toilets, and kitchens on every floor.

Dragging their luggage behind them, the group made their way up to the second floor and found their respective rooms.

It was already quite late. Most dorm doors were shut, and many students had clearly gone to sleep.

Wang Ye did not immediately take out his key to open the door. Instead, he knocked several times. "Bang, bang, bang."

A voice immediately came from inside. "Who is it?"

It was not Russian, but Chinese. Clearly, the person inside was a Chinese international student.

"I just arrived. I was assigned to this dorm," Wang Ye answered calmly.

The door quickly opened, and a tall, burly figure appeared before him.

Wang Ye was one meter eighty-five, which was already considered fairly tall, but this man was nearly half a head taller than him. He was probably over one meter ninety.

"Haha, you're Wang Ye, right? I got word this afternoon that your group would arrive tonight, and you were assigned to my dorm. Come on in. Oh, my name is Song Xiaogang," the burly man who had opened the door said with a smile.

Wang Ye looked at Song Xiaogang, a smile appearing on his face.

He still remembered this old classmate quite clearly.

Song Xiaogang was muscular and burly, with a square face, thick brows, and large eyes. He looked somewhat fierce.

But Wang Ye knew that he actually had a good personality and was easy to get along with.

There were three people to a dorm. Besides Song Xiaogang and Wang Ye, Room 202 also had a Black guy.

When he saw Wang Ye pull his suitcase inside, the Black roommate, who had been lying on his bed reading, stood up as well and smiled in welcome.

Unlike the generally strong and burly Black men Wang Ye had seen, this guy was thin and slight, looking barely over one meter seventy. His short, curly hair lay close against his scalp.

However, his dazzlingly white teeth proved his race...

Wang Ye nodded at him. Song Xiaogang, standing beside him, said with a smile, "This Black brother is called Uluwa. He's from some African... country. I can't remember which one."

Friendship University had the most international students of any university in Russia, because the school had originally been established for cultural exchange with other countries.

Its original name was Lumumba Peoples' Friendship University. It was specifically founded to train young Communist Party members from Third World countries and served as a symbol of the struggle for independence and liberation among oppressed peoples in Third World nations!

This school was not to be underestimated. It was quite famous worldwide. Apparently, it had once ranked among the top thirty universities in the world and was known as "the cradle of world politicians." Its graduates included more than a dozen heads of state and dozens of high-ranking ministerial officials.

Of course, none of that had anything to do with Wang Ye. All he knew was that the school had an enormous number of international students from countries across every continent...

As he opened his suitcase and put his things away, he chatted with Song Xiaogang.

That incredibly heavy suitcase was mostly filled with clothes and daily necessities. It even contained pots, bowls, ladles, unopened seasonings, and a small bottle of sesame oil...

His mother had prepared all of it for him, because the agency had explained that students studying here basically had to cook for themselves.

And there was a kitchen on every dorm floor, so everyone cooked their own meals.

Of course, it was not impossible to eat out at restaurants for every meal, but that would be rather expensive!

To be honest, choosing to study abroad here meant one's family was not particularly wealthy. At the very least, they were not rich enough to let you eat out for every meal...

That was why Wang Ye and the classmates traveling with him had all brought cooking gear. Pots, bowls, and utensils—everything was accounted for.

Whether they could cook was another matter, but they had to prepare these things beforehand. Even if they could not stir-fry dishes, surely they could make noodles.

Before coming here, Wang Ye had never cooked either. But even if he had never eaten pork, he had seen pigs run. He had watched his mother cook and stir-fry before, so he should be able to handle simple dishes.

After putting everything away, he went to the washroom to clean up and prepare for bed. After sitting on a plane all day, he was quite tired.

Lying in bed, with the lights already off, the room was pitch-black.

Song Xiaogang and the Black roommate nearby had probably already fallen asleep. Faint snores could be heard.

But Wang Ye remained awake. His eyes were open, while his mind was a mess.

Today...

No, it should be said that what had happened over the past two hours was simply too sudden.

A man nearly forty years old had suddenly returned to twenty years ago?

The fact that Wang Ye had managed to keep a straight face until now already showed how composed he was. Now that the night was quiet, he could finally carefully consider what he should do next!

Clearly, this was not a dream. Wang Ye had secretly tested it in several ways.

For example, by pinching his thigh hard...

There was still a bluish mark on his inner thigh!

Since he had truly returned to twenty years ago, Wang Ye was starting to feel a little excited.

This era was not just a time of rapid development back home, with opportunities everywhere.

Russia was likewise in the early stages of rapid development, with even more opportunities...