novelraw Chapter 84 Disrupting the Event
Chapter 84 Disrupting the Event
Chapter 84 Disrupting the Event
The basketball court was very close to the main building. Before he could decide whether to go home and change his clothes, he had already arrived near the court. However, he found the court empty except for a young woman holding a basketball and demonstrating techniques to a six or seven-year-old child.
"Huh? Where are they? Did they already finish?" Hu Yi looked around disappointedly, but couldn't see Li Baoqing and the others, so he quickly crossed the road and returned to his dormitory.
Just as he reached the vicinity of Building 8, a large group of people surged towards him from behind. One of the leaders saw him and rushed up to him, shouting, "Hey! Stop right there!"
Hu Yi paused, stopped, and turned to look. Standing before him were a dozen or so angry Mongolian students, several of whom were his classmates and whom he had often seen in the preparatory building. He frowned, staring at the Mongolian who had just yelled at him, and coldly asked, "What are you doing?"
The man turned around and shouted something in Mongolian behind him. A short man behind him shook his head and replied. The man's expression immediately softened, and he whispered to Hu Yi, "It's nothing, I'm sorry," before hurriedly returning to his companions.
Hu Yi felt a little strange. Upon closer inspection, he noticed that the short man had slight bruises around his eyes, and the other man next to him had a cut on the corner of his mouth with some blood still on it. It seemed that he had been beaten up and was now making plans to seek revenge.
Who hit him? Just as Hu Yi was wondering, he saw the short Mongolian man mutter a few words, point to the distance, and the others shouted and turned to head menacingly towards the place he pointed to.
Hu Yi glanced in the direction they were heading and saw it was the Chinese restaurant run by Sixth Brother. He was slightly startled and couldn't help but follow them to the restaurant entrance, where he watched as the Mongolians swarmed inside.
Several loud shouts rang out from the small restaurant, followed a moment later by a series of loud bangs, clanging, and a few curses in Chinese. The Mongolians, still furious, walked out of the restaurant, discussed something, and then split into two groups, heading in different directions.
Hu Yi was very curious. He thought that his sixth brother was a big shot at school and had never had any dealings with foreigners. Why would he have attracted a group of Mongolians to cause trouble for no reason? Seeing that the Mongolians had gone far away, he stepped up a few steps to the shop entrance and looked inside. He saw that the tables and chairs were crooked, cups and plates were broken all over the floor, and the whole place was a mess.
"Brother Hu?" A burly Shandong boy strode out of the house, his face full of inexplicable frustration as he stared in the direction the Mongols had left. "Damn it, those Mongols are crazy! Crazy!"
"What are they doing?" Hu Yi frowned, looking at the burly man's disheveled appearance. "Did they hurt anyone? Are you alright?"
"It's nothing, I just scuffled around with them for a bit and lost a couple of buttons." The burly man straightened his shirt with a憨态可掬 (憨态可掬 is a Chinese idiom meaning a simple, honest, and somewhat endearing manner) look. "I don't know why, it didn't seem like they were after us. These idiots kept babbling in Russian for ages, but I didn't understand much of it."
"They're here to find someone." Another handsome young man from Heilongjiang came out of the house, speaking in fluent Mandarin with a resentful expression. "What's the point of taking it out on the shop's stuff when the person isn't here? That's too barbaric."
"Looking for someone?" Hu Yi asked, puzzled. "Who are you looking for?"
"I didn't understand." The big guy looked at the handsome young man sheepishly: "You speak Russian well, did you understand what they were saying?"
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"They said they were looking for a tall, blond Chinese man who comes here every day." The handsome young man pointed to his full head of blond hair and looked at Hu Yi meaningfully. "There are two blond men who usually hang out in this shop: one is me, and the other is Wang Shen. Since the Mongolians aren't looking for me, they must be looking for him. They probably thought Wang Shen was hiding in the shop, so they started smashing things to force him out."
"I bet it was him." The big guy lowered his eyelids sullenly. "Old Wang is too restless, always causing trouble."
"Wang Shen? No way, maybe there's a mistake." Hu Yi shook his head with a smile. "I saw two Mongols getting beaten pretty badly. Could Wang Shen have that kind of ability?"
"That makes sense." The handsome young man agreed wholeheartedly, took out his phone and tapped a few times: "No matter who they contact, I'll call Sixth Brother first and tell him to come and handle the aftermath as soon as possible."
Hu Yi comforted the big guy for a few words, then turned and walked towards Building 10. Just as he got downstairs, he ran into Han Shangyun returning from outside.
"Anton!" Han Shangyun glanced at the crowd watching the commotion at the hotel entrance and asked curiously, "There are so many people over there, what happened?"
"Many Mongolians attacked the Chinese restaurant."
"Walter?! Attacking the hotel? Li Erlei?"
"Li Erlei! Li Erlei!" Hu Yi smiled helplessly, "The real Li Erlei!"
Han Shangyun squinted at him and stared at him: "Damn it! Are you mocking my English pronunciation again?"
"How could that be? Your pronunciation is the best." The two laughed and joked as they returned to their dorm. Just as they opened the door, their neighbor Omar poked his head out from the small house next door: "Anton? You're finally back! I've been looking for you."
"What's wrong?" Hu Yi glanced into his room. He had been living there for a month, and this was the first time he had seen the state of the small house: it was about ten square meters. Du Shan, a Mauritian, had lived there for many years, and his belongings took up most of the space. Omar's only space was a wire bed by the door, and all his luggage was stuffed under the bed. You could imagine how cramped he felt.
"The instant noodles you made last time were amazing! My friends and I loved them. I've tried making them myself a few times, but they never tasted quite like yours," Omar said earnestly. "We have a lot of friends getting together today, could you please make them for us again?"
"Of course," Hu Yi asked with a smile, "Does Your Highness wish to meet with your subjects?"
"From now on, just call me Omar, and don't mention prince anymore." Omar smiled wistfully. "My great-grandfather was once the Sultan of the Alawite Dynasty, but my grandfather's father did not inherit his position. I have a very distant relationship with the current king; I only have the title of royal descendant."
"Oh, I understand." Hu Yi nodded, thinking to himself: I knew all along that you were a distant relative of the prince.
Omar revealed his identity, and his expression seemed to relax slightly. He smiled at Hu Yi and said, "Then I'll trouble you to prepare some instant noodles. We'll need six servings."
"Six portions?"
"Yes, we have a lot of friends here today, and I want them all to have a taste."
Hu Yi said with difficulty, "Then it will have to be cooked in six batches, so you'll have to wait a little longer."
"No problem." Omar took out his wallet, smiling apologetically. "Six portions are too many; I can't accept your gift. How much do I need to pay? Is three hundred rubles enough?"