Chapter 101: Where You Fall, Rise Right There (Guaranteed Second Update)

Biaozi and Xiao Mei personally saw Wei Ming to Shao Yuan, and by now Old Qin had received the notice from above and let him pass without issue.

But he was still deeply shocked—this world was insane, a mouse was acting as maid of honor to a cat!

Wei Ming waved to his two reluctant roommates: “Go back in peace—I’ll take good care of myself!”

Biaozi and Xiao Mei: “Do you think we’re worried about that!”

Under the gaze of the international students, Wei Ming moved his belongings to the first-floor dormitory office; the previous occupant had already taken everything.

Inside were a desk, several bunches of keys hanging on the wall, and a small bed—though cramped, it was at least a single room.

If no one bothered him, he could focus on writing.

But how could no one bother him?

One wall of the room had a window, and every passing international student would lean in for a peek.

“Ah, Leonardo! Welcome!”

“Come up and sit a while—my bed’s really soft.”

“Our dorm has a rat that does backflips—quick, help us catch it!”

Wei Ming: “Miranda, you don’t mean Mickey Mouse, do you?”

“Hahaha!”

Writing was out of the question under these conditions—he could barely manage to read.

Word spread that Wei Ming had arrived, and soon Aunt Wang, the cleaning staff, came down; she had often covered for the dorm supervisor before, and now she and Wei Ming split day and night shifts.

She first explained Wei Ming’s duties and the specific functions of each key hanging on the wall.

Then they divided their shifts: Wei Ming would handle 5 p.m. to 9 a.m.—sixteen hours.

Aunt Wang, who had to drop off her child, took the 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. shift—eight hours—and also handled necessary cleaning tasks.

Aunt Wang said: “On Sundays I don’t need to take my child, so if you have something, just say the word—I can cover longer. We’ll work it out together.”

“Got it, Aunt Wang,” Wei Ming asked, “but what if I need to use the restroom?”

“There are no men’s restrooms in this building—you’ll have to go to the international students’ cafeteria.”

Wei Ming nodded—it wasn’t far.

Since it wasn’t his shift yet, Wei Ming handed over the post to Aunt Wang and left.

Sharing the dorm office was a bit inconvenient, but there were lockers with keys, so his important manuscripts and personal items could be stored inside.

Hearing Wei Ming had arrived, his colleagues—led by Biaozi and Xiao Mei—immediately gathered around, eager to hear about his experience taking charge of the girls’ dorm.

“I haven’t started yet—I’m on night shift.”

Damn, night shift? That’s even more dangerous!

“Oh, one more thing,” Wei Ming said, “since I can’t leave my post, who can bring me meals? Especially breakfast and dinner.”

Biaozi immediately said: “I’ll do it—but do I have to pay out of my own pocket?”

Duan, who had worked alongside Wei Ming on a mission, teased him: “Do you think you’d get this job if you paid?”

Xiao Mei quickly said: “I’ll pay myself—and I’ll even wash your rice bowl!”

Wei Ming praised: “Washing the bowl’s great, but I’ll pay for the food myself.”

With their pitiful little allowances, Wei Ming wasn’t impressed.

After lunch, Xiao Mei took Wei Ming’s bowl away, and Wei Ming went to audit a Chinese literature class.

News that the new dorm supervisor, Old Wei, had arrived spread quickly; as soon as Wei Ming sat down, the girls from the ’77 class surrounded him—they’d all lived in the international dorm before.

“I didn’t want this either—it’s such a hassle—but the boss says they’re still looking for someone suitable, so I’m just filling in for a few days. No choice—I’ve got to tough it out.”

Xia Xiaohong laughed: “It’s fine if you fill in longer—if we come back late, just open the door for us quickly.”

Wei Ming grunted: “Even as dorm supervisor, you can’t stay out all night—be good, don’t make things hard for me.”

Xiao Cha said nothing, thinking: Now that Wei Ming’s in the girls’ dorm, will I even be able to get back? Maybe I should take his place—let him and Miranda have the room.

In the afternoon, Qiao Feng hummed a tune as he returned to his dorm.

What a great day today!

This morning, the new principal, Wang, held a meeting and decided to tear down the seven small buildings in Yandong Garden and replace them with four new buildings for faculty housing.

Qiao Feng guessed there was a good chance his couple would get one.

Because at lunch, Mu Rong told him good news—he didn’t need to try anymore, the seed had sprouted!

But they agreed not to announce it yet; they’d wait three months until the baby was stronger, then tell Wei Anping, and moving Mu Rong over would naturally follow.

When the baby was born next year, the new building would be ready—maybe they could move right in!

In high spirits, Qiao Feng didn’t notice until much later: “Hey, where’s Xiao Wei’s bedding?”

Then Biaozi, enviously, described the good life his Ming-ge was now enjoying.

“Dorm supervisor? Xiao Wei? And it’s the girls’ dorm!”

It took Qiao Feng a while to process this news, then he firmly scolded Biaozi: “This is the difference between you and Xiao Wei—you only think about men and women stuff, but Xiao Wei is thinking about how to do his job well and not waste the leadership’s trust.”

“Oh, he thinks like that?”

“Of course—he’s an advanced worker, isn’t he?” Qiao Feng said confidently. “By the way, where’s Xiao Mei?”

“Oh, he went to bring Ming-ge his meal—I couldn’t beat him to it.” Though Shao Yuan had a cafeteria, meals there required foreign exchange vouchers—Wei Ming couldn’t afford them, so he had to rely on his brothers.

Mei Wenhua said it wasn’t a bother at all—it gave him a chance to enter Shao Yuan and improve his foreign language skills.

But after overcoming Old Qin’s scrutiny with anticipation and nervousness, arriving at the girls’ dorm and seeing the dorm office, Xiao Mei’s mindset completely collapsed.

There sat Wei Ming, reading a book, while Miranda was slicing a steak into small pieces and feeding him one bite at a time with a fork.

She fed him a bite, then ate one herself, occasionally wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Mei Wenhua: Why did I have to see this? Why, why!

Wei Ming spotted Xiao Mei and hurriedly told Miranda: “I told you—I have colleagues who’ll bring me meals. You insisted on buying it yourself—Xiao Mei’s here, give it to him. How much? I’ll pay you.”

After taking it, Wei Ming asked: “Aren’t you leaving?”

To linger longer in this land of women, Xiao Mei groveled: “I’ll wait until you finish—then I can take it to wash.”

“Oh, thanks, brother—I’ll eat fast.”

Mei Wenhua: “Eat slowly, you!”

About half an hour later, Mei Wenhua reluctantly left; during that time, he’d mustered courage to say “hello” to some female international students—and they actually replied.

!

He decided to learn more foreign languages and communicate more deeply with foreign friends.

After Xiao Mei left, Miranda smiled and slid her hand up Wei Ming’s thigh: “Want to come upstairs?”

“No, I’m afraid Xiao Cha will misunderstand.”

“Don’t worry—she’s not here~”

Xiao Cha: In this game of yours, what role am I even playing?!

Wei Ming: “Still no—I’m on duty here, I’m staying right here.”

Miranda huffed and left.

But soon she returned, carrying study materials; she made Wei Ming sit on the bed to read while she claimed the desk for herself.

Wei Ming read; she wrote her thesis—the small dorm office was bursting with academic atmosphere.

Of course, passersby thought the romantic atmosphere was bursting.

A Chinese-Australian woman passing by even suggested: “Why don’t you pull the curtain?”

Pull the curtain, and no one outside could see in.

Miranda wanted to pull it, but Wei Ming refused—it would be like advertising “silver here.”

But when night fell and no one entered or left the dorm, Wei Ming locked the door—Miranda immediately clung to him again.

This time they both used their tongues, fully immersed—when suddenly Miranda pushed Wei Ming away and ran off.

Wei Ming thought that was it for tonight.

But as soon as he got into bed, Miranda returned, locked the door, pulled the curtains, and held up a condom: “Do you know what this is?”

Wei Ming took it and read the English packaging: “Imported, huh?”

“My mom gave it to me before I came to China—she worried China didn’t have them, and feared I’d fall in love and get pregnant like she did, so she stuffed me with a whole box. Today’s the first time I opened it.”

Wei Ming asked: “You only brought one?”

Miranda: “Huh?”

Wei Ming knew he’d probably couldn’t resist Miranda’s sugar-coated artillery—but he never expected to surrender on his first night.

But since he’d done it, he might as well—where you fall, you rise again.

In his past life, he’d been reborn into this era because of a foreign girl; if he didn’t get past this hurdle, foreign girls would become his psychological demon.

Thank you, Miranda—you broke my demon.

At eighteen, you’re a spark waiting to explode—and practice proved one wasn’t enough.

Even facing foreigners, he hadn’t let his countrymen down—he’d greatly boosted China’s prestige; this battle far exceeded Miranda’s expectations.

But he didn’t let her go upstairs again; instead, he held her snowy skin and chatted awhile.

He learned for the first time that Miranda was twenty-one, from Edinburgh, had studied in London, never met her father, only had a mother.

Influenced by her mother, she called herself a celibate.

Wei Ming sighed in relief—good, he wasn’t at an age to take responsibility.

In the late night, Miranda left; at dawn, Wei Ming flung open the door and windows to air out the room.

Today, Biaozi came to bring breakfast—his physique clearly attracted foreign girls more than Mei Wenhua’s; some even greeted him spontaneously.

He was thrilled.

Debiao was also waiting for Wei Ming to finish eating; he was still eating when Melinda came down.

She walked into the dorm supervisor’s office as if it were natural, opened Wei Ming’s locker, and put her bag inside.

Then, right in front of Debiao, she kissed Wei Ming—still chewing on his crispy biscuit—on the cheek, leaving a lipstick mark, and walked away.

Debiao: “...”

(End of Chapter)