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Chapter 277 Comrade, You're Overthinking It (Updated)

Because they were quite far apart, Li Mingyue couldn't hear the specifics, but she could clearly see Zhao Xiang's warm smile, which was quite different from the serious faces on the bus.

What is Lu Youyou's true identity?
Li Mingyue's curiosity stemmed not only from Lu Youyou's embarrassing moment at the airport, but also from her increasingly firm resolve since arriving on this land.

She didn't want to go back, didn't want to live a life of not being able to afford food and clothing anymore. She had finally made it to America, and she had to stay, no matter what!

Li Mingyue didn't care what the relationship between Lu Youyou and Zhao Xiang was; she only cared whether this matter would affect her plans.

She quietly returned the way she came. When she was a few steps away from the room, a head suddenly peeked out from the doorway. Li Mingyue, who had been deep in thought, almost bumped into it.

Yu Qingtian suddenly looked up, patted her chest, and said irritably, "Why don't you watch where you're going?"

Li Mingyue's voice was soft and low as she squeezed out a "sorry" from her throat.

Yu Qingtian felt uncomfortable seeing her looking like she had been bullied. What was wrong? She hadn't even said anything yet, and she was already acting aggrieved.

Yu Qingtian didn't want to waste time talking to her: "Where's Lu? Have you seen her?"

Li Mingyue shook her head and said she didn't know, then went into the room and started packing her things.

Yu Qingtian pouted at her retreating figure and said directly, "Lu and I are sleeping on the left-hand bed, so don't put your things in the wrong place."

After she finished speaking, she peeked out into the corridor and saw Lu Youyou returning. She immediately waved excitedly.

"Lu!" Yu Qingtian jogged over and whispered, "I still have the oranges from the plane, shall we share them?"

Lu Youyou smiled and said, "No need, you can eat it yourself."

"Really don't want it? Don't be shy with me!"

"No, thank you."

"Okay, oh right, I helped you move your suitcase into the closet. We'll sleep together tonight, is that alright?"

Yu Qingtian's tone was unusually apprehensive, which was a result of her acting on her own initiative.

Lu Youyou had no objection; compared to Li Mingyue and the stranger, Yu Qingtian was naturally better.

The night passed peacefully, but few people slept soundly.

Television sets were already common in the United States in the 80s, and although this was just an ordinary hotel, each room was equipped with a color TV.

Although the team leader repeatedly told them not to touch anything in the room, there were always some curious people who couldn't resist.

Once the TV is turned on, it can never be turned off. Even if you don't understand much, just watching the screen is captivating.

The Chinese people had not yet been exposed to the baptism of technology, and when colorful images appeared on the screen, the impact brought by the United States became even more tangible at that moment.

When everyone left the hotel and saw San Francisco during the day, many were so shocked that they forgot to even exclaim in amazement.

Such a world has never existed in their dreams, and their outlook on life and values ​​are being put to a tremendous test at this moment.

More than one person has asked themselves the same question: Can China really catch up? Are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of international students really useful?
Zhao Xiang stood at the front, taking in everyone's expressions.

He knew exactly what these students were thinking. He was just as shocked when he first went abroad. No matter how much discipline was emphasized, it couldn't stop the allure of wealth.

The study abroad program must continue, and we must persevere in it. Even if only three or four out of ten people return to their home countries, all the effort will be worthwhile.

Zhao Xiang's gaze swept across everyone's faces, finally settling on Lu Youyou. Even if this entire group was stranded abroad, he would protect this precious girl!
If Lu Youyou knew what Zhao Xiang was thinking, she would definitely say, "Comrade, you're overthinking it."

If China was still in a primitive society, then the United States in the 80s was only slightly better than semi-primitive; the internet was still in its primitive stage, and smart devices existed only in science fiction movies...

I have nothing, and nothing I look at is acceptable.

She was fortunate enough to dedicate her life to national development. Although the cause was dramatic and the process was absurd, the sense of satisfaction was unparalleled. Even though she was a lazy person at heart, she couldn't help but immerse herself in it.

Besides, she had never experienced hardship in China, and the decadent lifestyle of capitalism held no appeal for her.

Most of these students going to the US will have to participate in a three-month language training program. Only two can enroll directly. Besides Lu Youyou, there is another boy who will go to Caltech.

Zhao Xiang thoughtfully took Lu Youyou to Stanford to complete the enrollment procedures.

"Most of the other people are staying with their families, but we've applied for school dorms for you. We'll complete the accommodation procedures together later."

Lu Youyou was a little surprised; she thought she would be staying with a local family.

"Thank you."

Zhao Xiang smiled and waved his hand: "Good steel should be used where it's needed most. It's not convenient to stay at someone else's house."

Zhao Xiang accompanied him throughout the entire process and even helped carry his luggage to the dormitory, fulfilling his duties as a local guide diligently.

Lu Youyou only realized it was a deluxe double room when she got the key. Two people shared a suite, a living room and a toilet, and each had their own bedroom. In addition, there was a communal kitchen on each floor.

"Lu, I'll see you off here. Make sure to keep the embassy's phone number safe. If there's anything you can't resolve, be sure to let us know immediately. Don't be afraid to bother us."

"Also, you don't need to go to the embassy to collect your monthly living expenses anymore; we'll arrange for someone to deliver them to you. Here's this month's; please keep it safe."

Zhao Xiang handed over an envelope, and Lu Youyou knew as soon as she touched it that it contained more than the stipulated 300.

In fact, she has quite a few antiques and works of art in her villa. If she needs money, she can easily sell one or two. Forty years of memories are enough for her to legally and legitimately make money from money.

But the care from her motherland was always different. The embassy arranged almost everything for her, and all she had to do was study. She didn't have to worry about anything else.

Lu Youyou is familiar with the future, but America in the 80s is still unfamiliar to her. Knowing that she has someone to rely on makes her feel especially at ease.

"Lu, I'll be going now. I wish you all the best in your studies in the United States!"

"Thank you!"

After seeing Zhao Xiang off, Lu Youyou finally had time to look around at her residence for the next few years.

The living room showed obvious signs of life, but the items were arranged neatly, and there were two blooming sunflowers in a vase.

On the table were porcelain cups and a kettle, their highly saturated colors making them look like a painting by Henri Matisse.

A thin blanket was draped over the back of the sofa, and it seemed to be a set with the cushions, also in the same Brutalist style.

My roommate is probably a girl with a rich and colorful inner world?
Lu Youyou's lips curled up slightly, and she suddenly felt a little looking forward to her future life.

After putting away their luggage, they went to check out the communal dining hall and living area. It was quite similar to the dormitories in foreign countries in later generations, with all the necessary amenities.

She grabbed a campus map from the first floor and went to the cafeteria for a walk. Sure enough, it was exactly as she expected.

Suddenly switching from delicious Chinese food to classic white food, Lu Youyou couldn't help but sigh, wondering why she could never learn to cook in either of her two lives.