Twelve Difficult Study Abroad Life

Li took Twelve to a small restaurant next to the school.Twelve can pass the restaurant every day when she takes the school bus back to the dormitory, but the price multiplied by the exchange rate always discourages her.

"It's so expensive when converted into Ruanmei coins..." Twelve flipped through the menu, selectively ignoring all the text descriptions next to the pictures.

"Fortunately, I usually have a part-time job." Li obviously did not come here for the first time, and quickly chose a Mexican-style salmon salad.

"A cashier?"

"How do you know??" Li asked in surprise, "You saw me?"

"No, just guessing." Twelve continued to flip through the menu with his head down.It can't be said that it was because I met a beautiful cashier sister today.

"I work part-time at the souvenir shop at school," Li said. "Twice a week."

It was there that Li met Zeming for the first time.

At that time, Zeming, like Twelve, was still a freshman who had just studied abroad, and his English was awkward.Probably seeing that Li is an Asian face, he was lined up in his line.

"Receipt?" Li asked.

"Ah? What?" Zeming blurted out unconsciously, and then changed his words embarrassingly: "...what?"

Li smiled, touched the tip of his nose, looked at the rather cramped young man in front of him, and changed the Chinese: "Do you need a small ticket?"

"Uh... no, thank you." Zeming gave Li a grateful look, and thanked him again.

"It's okay. Freshman, are you still used to it?" Li looked at the people waiting in line behind to check out, not many, and began to show his familiarity.

Zeming obviously didn't expect the cashier to chat with him, and he was a little surprised, and said, "Uh... yes. It's okay, sometimes I can't understand, and I can't speak well."

"It's better to stay a semester. Are you a freshman?"

"No, it's done." Zeming said.

Li smiled: "Do you study computers? There are quite a lot of Chinese people who study computers."

"Yes." Zemin nodded, "How about you, senior?"

Zeming looked at the young man with disheveled hair, wearing a store uniform, and exuding a relaxed and lazy atmosphere all over his body, and naturally regarded him as a senior.

The boys in line at the back stretched their necks impatiently.

Li quickly helped him put the things into the bag, and said, "Sorry, let's not talk for now, there are people waiting behind."

"I'm sorry." Zeming said repeatedly, feeling very sorry for delaying Li's work.

"It's all right. I wish you a happy day." Li followed up with a stylized blessing, handed the bag to Zeming, thought for a while, and then added with a smile, "Good luck in the new semester."

Sometimes the fate between people is so wonderful, going round and round will always get together.

Li thinks so.

But most of the time, this fate needs someone to deliberately push it—for example, yourself.

There are still 10 minutes before class, and the students came early.The first class is always the one with the most people in the next dozens of classes.

Li was wearing earphones and a half-worn schoolbag slung over his shoulder, looking aimlessly at the back door of the classroom.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed on an empty seat in the corner of the second row, and he walked slowly over with a pair of flip flops.

"Hi." He greeted the person next to the empty seat with a smile, and pointed to the seat beside him, "Can I sit here?"

A boy with a cropped cut raised his head, and the handsome cashier brother from yesterday fell into his eyes just like that.

Although the classroom was noisy and the earphone plugged into his left ear was still playing music, Zeming heard Li's voice clearly: "I'm Li, how about you?"

"Chen Zeming." Zeming put away the strap of the schoolbag hanging on the seat, making room for Li.