Chapter 3
I loved singing, especially when I was half-drunk. I imitated Wang Fei to sing Fleeting Time, and Mo Wenwei to sing The Fruit of Summer, both vivid and expressive. When emotions peaked, my brows slightly furrowed. Some guests would say, "This girl has something on her mind," as they glanced at me without speaking, and wealthy men would take notice of you for the night. I never stayed over, yet I always made plenty of tips.
With my exceptional skills, I could say "I love you" in nine languages. Once, a Vietnamese guest looked at me and said I reminded him of a younger sister back home. I called him "older brother" in Vietnamese, which made everyone in the room burst into laughter.
There were also times when I overplayed my hand. Once, while drinking with a real estate businessman from another province without knowing his background, I acted too cultured and almost got kicked out of the private room. I quickly tried to make up for it, saying, "Uncle, uncle, can I tell a joke, please?
An elephant asked the camel, "Why are your boobs on your face?" The camel replied, "I don't talk to people with dicks on their faces." The elephant, laughing heartily with a snake, said, "Having your dick on your face is better than having your face on your dick." The man started laughing, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I would spend one night a week at Allure, and the money I made was enough to cover my regular expenses and even send some back home.
I think I'm not the only female college student living this life; in fact, there are quite a few like me. I consider myself relatively affluent and know how to protect myself well, hence I haven't suffered too big a loss; I mean, "too big" a loss.
I support myself, I love life.
Cheng Jiayang
After returning from France, I found that my father and mother had gone to Morocco, and my brother's phone was, as usual, off. This huge house, back and forth, our family could never all be together.
Back at school, I went through the formalities and gave a report, for I had obtained a French diploma and would just need to submit my master's thesis to my domestic supervisor before June to graduate. The campus was unchanged, and the juniors were enthusiastic about me. I remembered how at their age, I had also been infatuated with someone.
Does she know?
Fu Mingfang's advanced English class was in room 402 of building 3. When I arrived, there weren't many students yet, and I sat in a window-side seat in the back row. More students trickled in, and it seemed some recognized me. The girls glanced at me and then whispered among themselves before one of them cheerfully said, "Hello, senior Cheng Jiayang." They didn't seem like English majors, more like Korean or Japanese majors.
I said "Hi."
Before the bell for class rang, Mingfang, Fu Mingfang, walked into the classroom.
She now had straight, ear-length hair, wore a pale blue knit sweater and beige long pants, which suited her color and style perfectly and made her look slender. She asked her students in English, "Have you finished reading 'The Old Man and the Sea'? Did you like it?" Then she finally saw me.
Following her class, we sat in a café near the academy.
"I heard about your presentation from the students, Jiayang. You've always been a charismatic figure. How were your studies? Difficult?"
"Not difficult. I managed everything. Mingfang, my thesis and the graduation translation practice, the French teachers all gave me an A."
"I know. I'm not surprised. You've always been the best student in any group since you were little."
"You never reply to my emails."
(End of Chapter)
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