An 80s female translator was spoiled rotten by a rough and jealous man.

Chapter 59 Hallucination?

After class, it was lunchtime.

Meng Youyou had no appetite after a night of heavy drinking, but remembering that she hadn't eaten anything that morning, she still went to the cafeteria.

The moment you step into the cafeteria, a rich and mellow aroma of mung beans, like a fine silk net, envelops you.

It's already late autumn, and the cafeteria usually only serves mung bean soup during the summer, but for some reason it suddenly came back today.

The aroma of mung beans was irresistible, unexpectedly whetting my appetite.

After getting her food and a bowl of mung bean soup, Meng Youyou found a seat and sat down.

In the porcelain white bowl, the thick mung bean soup has a delicate, sandy texture. The mung beans are plump and clustered together, some even slightly cracked, revealing their soft, pale yellow interiors.

Upon tasting it, the smooth texture of mung beans instantly spread across her tongue, but in just a moment she realized that this was different from ordinary mung bean soup.

It looks like it has honey added?

It's sweet and juicy, with just the right amount of savory flavor.

A sense of doubt welled up in Meng Youyou's heart.

In those days, honey was relatively rarer and more expensive than white sugar and rock sugar.

Ordinary families regard honey as a relatively high-end tonic, and for most people, taking a spoonful of honey and mixing it with warm water is a way to enjoy it.

Not to mention using expensive honey as a seasoning to stew mung bean soup, which is simply too extravagant.

Meng Youyou subconsciously glanced a couple more times at the cafeteria window, where a huge stainless steel bucket filled with mung bean soup stood, and she showed an incredulous expression.

I can't believe how much honey they must have used to flavor this huge bucket of mung bean soup!
"Um... is it a team tradition that the cafeteria spends money on the first day of every month?"

I took another sip, and this time it seemed... there was a faint floral scent? Or perhaps a hint of herbs? The flavor was very subtle; you couldn't really detect it without careful tasting.

But it is precisely this faint floral fragrance that adds a unique and refreshing aroma to the mung bean soup, making the flavor even richer.

Meng Youyou couldn't recognize what the ingredients were, but the soup tasted really tempting, so she didn't bother to think about it anymore and continued to drink the soup.

Before I knew it, the bowl in my hand was empty, and I still felt a little unsatisfied.

Not only did my appetite return, but my hangover headache was also miraculously relieved, leaving me feeling quite refreshed.

……

As I left the cafeteria, I ran into Xiao Xu from the call center walking towards me.

Meng Youyou thought it was just a coincidence and was about to wave and say hello.

The person walked straight up to her, speaking in a slightly urgent tone: "Translator Meng, weren't you waiting for an important phone call the past few days? The call has finally come today. Come with me to the call center, I've been looking for you for ages."

Meng Youyou looked completely bewildered and pointed to herself to confirm, "You mean a phone call came in looking for me?"

Xiao Xu was also a little confused by her reaction and replied, "Weren't you waiting for the phone call the past few days? Why are you so surprised when it calls now?"

"Of course they're looking for you. The man across from me specifically asked for Comrade Meng Youyou, the new translator from the 624 Border Defense Unit. There's no mistake."

Meng Youyou's mind raced: "A gay man? Could it be my mysterious 'father' back in the capital? Is he here to ask if I have enough money and send me some?"

On the way, Meng Youyou began to think about what to say when she answered the phone so as not to give herself away. After all, the system's database had been wiped clean due to the last system update, and Meng Youyou had no memories of the past at all.

Hmm... there are no buffs at all, but there are definitely no bugs.

Call center. Picking up the phone, Meng Youyou cautiously said "Hello" first.

To everyone's surprise, as soon as the voice came out, a warm and familiar male voice immediately came through the receiver. The owner of the voice should be very young, at least not someone of his father's age.

Meng Youyou was immediately disappointed; well… her “dream of living off her parents” was shattered.

The person opposite her was talking a lot of nonsense, but Meng Youyou barely spoke to avoid giving herself away. She just listened and occasionally made a few "uh-huhs" or "ohs".

"...Hey, I'm going there in a couple of days too, wait for me!"

"it is good."

Finally... it's over.

Meng Youyou breathed a sigh of relief, then belatedly realized that the male voice sounded somewhat familiar, like... the voice of her childhood friend and nemesis from her future life, Shen Xin.

It's similar, but not quite; there are still some differences. The voices are very similar, but it lacks some of the unique cheeky charm that Young Master Shen possesses.

On the way back, Meng Youyou sorted out the information from the phone call and roughly figured out the relationship between the person on the other end and "Meng Youyou".

Keywords: family long-standing friendship, childhood sweethearts, surveying expert, joining the 624th Regiment in two days and becoming colleagues with me.

"Good heavens! Huo Qingshan just had a 'childhood sweetheart' appear on his side, and now I don't know where this 'childhood sweetheart from a prominent family' has suddenly appeared on my side."

Judging from that man's tone, his family background must be quite good. Does that mean my family must be pretty well-off too...? Well, at least I'm still a rich kid.

……

In the afternoon, Meng Youyou lay on her desk.

My head felt like it was tangled in a mess, and I was dizzy and lightheaded. Every turn of my head was accompanied by a slight stinging pain.

It felt like there was a handful of sand stuck in my throat, dry and burning, with pain spreading from deep inside, and my body felt unusually heavy.

Meng Youyou noticed something was wrong with her body and immediately thought of the cold shower she had taken that morning, feeling a pang of regret.

My current state is far from ideal. Even if I force myself to attend the last foreign language class in the afternoon, my mind will be foggy, and the class performance will naturally not be very good.

After much deliberation, Meng Youyou contacted Zhong Heng and asked him to help notify everyone that the next class would be canceled and that they could make it up in a couple of days.

All she wanted to do right now was sleep, so Meng Youyou dragged her heavy body back to her dormitory to rest.

……

I don't know how long I slept, but I was still dizzy and tired. I opened my eyes slightly and saw a familiar, blurry figure in front of me.

The room was dimly lit, with only a sliver of light coming from the pale moonlight outside the window. The furnishings scattered throughout the room appeared blurry and strange in this faint light.

Meng Youyou thought she had gone mad from the fever and was hallucinating.

How could he possibly be in her room so late?

My eyelids were so heavy that I closed them again.

Then a faint but clear sound came, like someone wringing out a towel, with water droplets falling into the basin.

Then a cool and moist touch touched my forehead, and the refreshing coolness seeped into my burning thoughts.

A towel soaked in cold water was gently placed on her forehead.

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