Chapter 77: This Is the Level of a Second-Year Student

"I think Ruo'er Xi is right. We only have a thousand euros, and we've already spent three hundred just after getting off the train. What are we going to do later?"
"Exactly. When it comes to managing daily life, women are more reliable."
"Mu Bai and Gu Haoyuan both come from wealthy families, so of course they wouldn't think about these things!"
"Hey, the comment above—our Brother Gu hasn't said a word. Can you not lump him together with that brainless Mu Bai?"
"Who are you calling brainless? If your favorite is so capable, why didn't they handle it?"
The barrage of comments flared up again, growing ever more heated.

On the guests' side, a stalemate had formed as well. Although He Fang had tried to mediate, who would really want to drag a dozen suitcases onto crowded buses in a foreign country?

Ouyang Ting sensed the tense atmosphere ahead and glanced at the aloof figure beside her—hat pulled low, bags in hand, face expressionless—feeling a bit lost.

She walked over and tentatively asked, "Teacher He, what's wrong?"

He Fang gave her a simple explanation. Upon hearing they might have to take the bus, Ouyang Ting's face went pale.

Yun Fu strolled over at a measured pace, her expression inscrutable.

She handed the bag she was carrying to He Fang, her voice warmer than the cold winter night. "Have something to eat. I'll go rent a car."

He Fang, startled, took the bag and watched as Yun Fu's long legs carried her away into the distance.

Her silhouette, though slight, radiated a strong sense of presence. For some reason, it felt as if nothing was impossible with her around.

Xi Ruo'er glanced at Yun Fu's departing figure and inwardly rolled her eyes. If none of them could get it done, how could she—this academic underachiever who hadn’t even finished high school? What a joke.

Many viewers watching had similar thoughts.

"What is she going to do? Even He Fang and Xi Ruo'er couldn't rent a car—what's she going to do, communicate in sign language?"
"She's just putting on airs! Girls her age who haven't seen the world are all like this. Just wait, she'll get her comeuppance."
"Her? Does she even speak English? Maybe all she knows is how are you."

The viewers who had just come over from Yun Fu's own livestream kept silent, quietly watching—ready to let these ignorant people experience a taste of what they'd just felt.

Then, millions of viewers in the livestream watched as Yun Fu walked straight to a pavilion outside the airport.

"Hello. I need a car for about ten people and twelve suitcases," she said—in flawless Italian.

The middle-aged man in front of her smiled and nodded. "Of course. Do you need a driver?"

"Yes, to Yada Hotel. Will fifty euros do?"

The man was about to shake his head, but when he met the girl's calm gaze, he inexplicably agreed. In fact, the hotel wasn't far, and fifty euros was perfectly reasonable. It's just that locals often try to overcharge foreigners.

"Holy—what language is she speaking? Why does she seem to be communicating so smoothly with that man?"
"Anyone here who speaks Italian? What’s going on?"
"Yun Fu speaks Italian? And so fluently! Is it her native tongue?!"
"Am I hearing things, or has the world gone mad? My face is burning with embarrassment!"
"Those of us who do speak Italian are speechless. She used so many specialized terms—I could only catch half. Basically, Yun Fu rented a car and driver for fifty euros and even gave the exact name of that godforsaken hotel."
"!!!"

It wasn't just the viewers who were stunned—even the cameraman and assistant trailing Yun Fu were dumbfounded.

They had done background checks when inviting Yun Fu as a guest—she really had left school after her sophomore year of high school.

Was that what a sophomore's level looked like?

Of the five people left, aside from Ouyang Ting, the other four were either worried or watching for drama.

Mu Bai finished his last bite of bread and was about to suggest looking for Yun Fu, when he saw her returning with a middle-aged man.

"Fifty euros to the hotel. His car is outside. Please help move the luggage," she said, taking her own and Ouyang Ting's suitcases without waiting for their reactions and wheeling them away.

The remaining five: "..."

Fifty euros? Fifty euros!

Even after getting into the car, they were still dazed.

Ouyang Ting knew Yun Fu spoke Italian and could probably get a better price, but she hadn’t expected such a drastic difference.

"Yun... Yun Fu, how did you get it so cheap?"

Yun Fu was leaning back, replying to Han Qi’s message.

"Just finished up. Heading back to the hotel."
"Be careful—Italy isn’t like home."
"I know."

She answered Ouyang Ting's question without any trace of smugness or self-satisfaction, simply saying, "The people waiting at the airport usually try to rip off foreigners. Many European countries set up dedicated rental areas outside; they're cheaper and more reliable."

Ouyang Ting nodded blankly.

Mu Bai came over too. "Xiao Fu, have you been to Italy before?"

Yun Fu hesitated, then shook her head. This Yun Fu had never been to Italy, but her former self had lived here for five years.

"Then how do you know so much?"

"I really like it here." She had nearly lost her life in this country, but she truly did have a fondness for it.

With Yun Fu able to communicate with the driver and everyone finally in the car, the tense atmosphere eased.

Even Gu Haoyuan, usually so reserved, now wore a faint smile.

Off to the side, Xi Ruo'er bit her lip, her nails digging deep crescent marks into her palm.

It shouldn't have turned out like this! She was supposed to be the one in the spotlight, but now everything revolved around Yun Fu!

Worse yet, she couldn’t show any of this—she had to pretend to praise Yun Fu along with everyone else.

"Xiao Fu, you’re amazing! But why didn’t you say something earlier?"

"Yeah, she obviously speaks Italian—was it fun letting everyone run around worried?"
"She just wants to show off, play the savior. So what if she speaks a bit of Italian? Who uses such an obscure language these days anyway?"
"Are you kidding? If minor languages are so useless, why didn’t your favorite use one just now?"

Yun Fu closed her phone, lazily raised her head, and glanced at Xi Ruo'er.

That look made Xi Ruo'er’s hair stand on end. She felt as if Yun Fu could see right through her, into her deepest secrets.

But Yun Fu quickly looked away, her tone indifferent. "You didn’t ask."

"..."

"That’s right. Besides, Teacher He had already assigned everyone’s tasks. Yun Fu couldn’t exactly go around announcing she spoke Italian and asking to trade jobs. That would’ve been awkward."

He Fang smiled. "Mu Bai is right."