Hit Them in the Face

The administrator they were talking about was naturally the dormitory building manager.

Each dormitory building here had a head administrator responsible for all matters concerning the entire building.

That included collecting accommodation fees, reassigning rooms, and handling anything that happened in the dorms. She had quite a bit of authority.

Each floor also had a junior administrator responsible for floor management, including cleanliness, changing and washing sheets and duvet covers, and so on.

The head administrator of Building 6 was an elderly woman. She looked quite kind, but she was not easy to talk to and was rather strict.

Hearing the boy at the door "reporting" them, Wang Ye hesitated for a moment before decisively saying, "Come on, give him two slaps and this will be over. None of you say anything later. I'll handle the administrator."

As he spoke, he grabbed the long-haired short boy by the neck and shoved him toward Song Xiaogang.

Things had already come to this, so Song Xiaogang no longer hesitated. Gritting his teeth, he raised his hand and gave the short boy two sharp slaps—smack! smack!

The long-haired short boy's face visibly reddened...

Song Xiaogang had not actually used much force. Otherwise, that guy's face would not just be red—it would have turned blue!

Slaps did not deal much damage, but they were incredibly humiliating.

The long-haired short boy immediately tried to jump up, but Wang Ye pressed him down by the shoulder.

Just then, the administrator arrived at the door...

The gray-haired old woman poked her head inside, her face stern as she asked, "What are you doing?"

Of course, she spoke in Russian. It was fairly simple, so everyone could understand it, and Wang Ye had no trouble at all.

No one else said a word, because Wang Ye had already told them not to speak and that he would handle it.

Unhurried, Wang Ye stepped forward and approached the old woman with a smile. "Hello. I'm a new student who arrived tonight. These are all my friends. They came to welcome me after hearing that I was here. We were having such a nice chat that it got a little late. Sorry about that. We'll go to sleep right away."

Naturally, he said all of this in Russian.

To be honest, this level of Russian was already beyond what preparatory students like Wang Ye should have been capable of...

So the old woman was somewhat surprised after hearing him. She looked Wang Ye over in astonishment.

She naturally knew that a group of new international students had arrived that evening. She had personally handled their move-in procedures.

But she had not expected this newly arrived international student to speak such fluent Russian, with especially precise word choice and pronunciation.

If she closed her eyes, she would have thought a Russian student was speaking to her!

"Your Russian is very good. Have you studied it before? At your level, why are you still attending preparatory classes? You should take the preparatory graduation exam directly," she asked curiously, her expression softening.

"Hehe, yes, I studied Russian for many years before. My grandfather also studied in Moscow, at the Aerospace University. He taught me Russian from childhood," Wang Ye said without changing expression or skipping a beat.

Naturally, that was not the truth. His grandfather had never studied in Moscow, and Wang Ye had never learned Russian as a child.

But none of that mattered...

However, Wang Ye's words immediately made the old woman view him far more favorably!

He was a comrade—one of their own!

A smile appeared on her face as she said warmly, "Both grandfather and grandson came to Russia to study. What a fine story. It seems your family has a special connection with Russia. Welcome to Moscow. I hope you enjoy your studies here, graduate successfully, and return home to help build your country. China is also a great country, just like Russia..."

While the two of them chatted happily, the others standing nearby were completely dumbfounded.

They could not understand a word Wang Ye and the old woman were saying.

After all, Russian was one of the hardest languages in the world to learn. Its complexity was almost on par with Chinese!

It was much harder than English. All the students in their group had studied English before, and at most had only learned Russian for half a year. Their proficiency was naturally nothing remarkable.

To understand a conversation between Wang Ye and the old woman, they would need to study for at least another year or two.

Still, they could not help admiring Wang Ye.

In a foreign country, language ability could be said to be one of the most important skills!

If your language skills were poor, even communicating with people when something happened would be difficult.

This was Moscow, so Russian was needed everywhere. Not many people here studied English, and even among university students, there were only a handful who could speak it.

Whether in daily life, attending classes, or finding part-time work after school, Russian was essential.

That was why students with good Russian were popular. Whenever someone needed to get something done but lacked the language skills, they would have to ask those classmates who spoke Russian well for help.

Just like now—if Wang Ye's Russian had not been so good, allowing him to dismiss the old woman with just a few words—

This might have led to serious consequences. If the old woman had learned that they had been fighting, then just as Wang Ye had said, they might have been disciplined by the school, expelled, or even deported...

After chatting pleasantly with the old woman for a few more minutes, she swayed her bucket-like waist as she walked out, reminding Wang Ye and the others to go to sleep early and not disturb the other students' rest.

Wang Ye naturally nodded in agreement. He saw her to the door and waved goodbye.

Only after the sound of her footsteps vanished around the bend in the hallway did Wang Ye turn back into the room. Song Xiaogang and the other three boys were still standing there, too afraid to move.

"Alright, it's the middle of the night. Stop making a fuss. Why are you three still standing here? Do you want me to see you off too?" Wang Ye asked the three of them with a smile.

The three boys—tall, medium, and short—hurriedly headed outside. How could they dare keep causing trouble?

In terms of build, the three of them together were no match for Wang Ye and Song Xiaogang.

On top of that, they had discovered that Wang Ye's Russian really was excellent. If anything happened, Wang Ye could easily communicate with the school, while they would not even know how to defend themselves...

There was no need to think about it. Getting out of there as quickly as possible was best!

After the three slipped away, Little Black, who had been hiding outside the door, came back in. He looked at Song Xiaogang and babbled a few words. Neither Wang Ye nor Song Xiaogang could understand what language he was speaking.

But judging by his gestures, he seemed to be telling Song Xiaogang that his face was injured.

Then Little Black looked at Wang Ye and gave him a thumbs-up without saying anything.

Wang Ye smiled and waved it off. Then he looked at Song Xiaogang and said, "Go wash your face in the bathroom. Your face is a little swollen. Put a hot towel on it. I'm heading downstairs for a bit."

With that, he picked up his wallet and shuffled downstairs in his slippers...