Chapter 149 IF: Past (Part 4) (Unlocked with 80% subscription): Fei Jia Arrives in the World of Ye Yihe
From then on, Ye Yihe and Fei Jia had another layer of interaction.
Previously, Ye Yihe had to go to school and Xiang Lingwei had to go out to work, so neither of them was at home. Therefore, Ye Yihe would always get up early to prepare lunch for himself and her, which could be taken away in a lunchbox.
Seeing the mental anguish of the food that could not be called "food," Ye Yihe began to prepare an extra breakfast and lunch for Fei Jia, which he would hand to him on his way to school, telling him that he had to finish it all.
If it's dinner, they'll wait for Ye Yihe to finish cooking and then go directly to invite people over to eat.
Ye Yihe had initially thought that Fei Jia would get up late, at least not earlier than him who needed to attend morning reading. But in reality, he had never seen Fei Jia stay in bed; she always answered the door as soon as he knocked, and her clothes were always neat and appropriate.
No matter how wary Ye Yihe was at the beginning, one thing that cannot be denied now is that his goodwill towards this frail yet polite Mr. Fedia has gradually increased.
Mr. Fei Jia, sitting at the dining table, was never picky about food. Even when picking up food with chopsticks, he did so slowly and deliberately, exuding an inexplicable elegance. At the same time, he didn't let the atmosphere become awkward. With just a few words, he made Xiang Lingwei very happy, without any sense of aloofness or superiority.
Remembering Xiang Lingwei's comment that Fei Jia was more like "an aristocrat swaying around a ball with a glass of red wine," Ye Yihe mischievously poured Fei Jia a glass of cola when she said she was going to pour tea, wanting to see how the other person would react—but to his surprise, the other person drank it calmly and casually, as if it were no different from drinking a glass of plain water.
Ye Yihe: "..."
I had a feeling that the scene of Fedia drinking Coke would be hilarious, but his expression showed neither surprise nor confusion, and there wasn't even anything out of place... Damn it, I'm disappointed.
"...?"
Watching the boy walk away with a rather dejected look on his back—even exuding a subtle sense of sadness—Feijia held the empty cup, a question mark unusually appearing above his head.
What's wrong? Could it be that Ihe is actually planning to play a prank with the cola?
Or rather, he shouldn't have obediently finished it?
Although cola is indeed not on his preferred diet... based on his observation and speculation of the footage featuring Ye Yihe, the other party should prefer to see him be more compliant... Did he behave abnormally? Did he offend the other party?
Fedia's mind raced, and he pondered for a long time, but still couldn't figure out the reason, and he had no material from the past to refer to.
After all, Ye Yihe on screen never gave Fyodor any Coke—he was trying to stay healthy, why would he drink Coke?
But Fedia is always more cautious and thoughtful, and he makes multiple preparations for his plans.
For example, he appropriately reduced the frequency of inviting Ye Yihe to listen to cello, and when Xiang Lingwei mentioned at a dinner that Ye Yihe would not be able to pass the high school entrance exam if he did not work hard, he volunteered to help tutor her.
“Everyone says I can just go to junior high and that fighting doesn’t require talking,” Ye Yihe argued with Xiang Lingwei. “Besides, high school costs more, and I can’t afford tutoring…”
“I can,” Fei Jia, who was quietly listening with her bowl in hand, suddenly interjected.
"...?!"
Ye Yihe immediately turned around and glared angrily at the guy who had sabotaged him.
"Look, Xiaojia says he can do it!"
Xiang Lingwei, who was racking her brains to persuade her child to continue studying, was immediately happy. "You've saved up quite a bit of money from your previous [music appreciation] classes. It's more than enough to support you through high school."
When she doesn't know that this kid deliberately failed the test, she shouldn't always be trying to save her money.
Xiaojia...
Fei Jia's smiling lips slowly stiffened, but when facing Ye Yihe, who was glaring at him angrily, he still maintained an extremely polite and gentle demeanor.
"I apologize for my abrupt remarks just now."
He placed his right hand on his chest, and with his legs together and toes touching the ground, he made a very polite bow.
"But your mother's high expectations for your future academic achievements have deeply moved me, and I want to do my part to help her."
"Oh my, look how eloquent Xiaojia is."
Xiang Lingwei covered her mouth and laughed until her eyes crinkled. She waved her hand, telling Fei Jia not to be so polite, "What are you calling 'you'? This child is so young, there's no need for honorifics."
"…………"
Ye Yihe gripped his chopsticks, his expression extremely displeased, but he couldn't utter a single word in rebuttal.
Tsk, he's clearly a Russian, but he can talk like this... like this...
After thinking for a long time, Ye Yihe couldn't come up with an adjective that could appropriately reflect his emotions without describing Fei Jia in too negative a way, so he could only sullenly start eating his rice.
This also implies tacit approval of subsequent arrangements.
Fedia's identity was no longer that of a cellist and Ye Yihe's part-time employer, but also his private tutor.
Moreover, he is indeed capable of fulfilling this responsibility with ease.
When Ye Yihe first stepped into Fedia's room, he was shocked by the wall full of books.
"You've seen all of these...?"
"almost."
When not playing the cello, Fedia always habitually wore pure black gloves—thin yet tough leather that tightly wrapped around his skin, even concealing the "tattoo" on his right palm that had once been glimpsed.
At that moment, the hand wearing a black glove was pressing down on a hard-covered book with a black background and gold foil stamping, closing it in the palm of the hand and putting it back into a gap on the bookshelf.
Ye Yihe had excellent dynamic vision and could clearly see the name on the spine of the book, but it was a string of letters that he couldn't understand at all.
"Russian?" he muttered, guessing, relying entirely on intuition.
"Yes, it's a very interesting book."
Fedia withdrew his hand calmly and did not react further to the speculation—at least on the surface, he showed nothing.
He didn't need to react to this. Ye Yihe couldn't understand foreign languages and didn't know what he was reading. The vast majority of the books neatly gathered here were original versions from various countries.
Since arriving here, he has indeed seen many interesting things.
But nothing was more interesting than guiding him to become his own "Messiah".
Watching Ye Yihe use his dining table as a desk, spreading out his homework and beginning to work hard, Fei Jia's eyes shifted slightly. For a moment, as he stared at that figure, a darker, more intriguing coldness flickered within them—
How do I solve this problem?
Ye Yihe's voice shattered the ever-deepening chill, causing the frozen lake water to begin flowing again, rippling gently in the sunlight.
"In my opinion, it should be..."
Fedia's answer was still flawless, and his problem-solving approach was also perfect.
No matter what subject you ask, he can answer it with ease and explain it in more detail and in a way that is easier to understand than the teacher.
After several such private tutoring sessions, Ye Yihe was almost puzzled as to what Fei Jia couldn't do besides cooking.
Could it be that the other person actually knows how to cook, but is just too lazy to do it, so they just made do with yogurt and ate it?
Moreover, although many of the books on the wall were in various foreign languages, Ye Yihe tried hard to look up their meanings in the dictionary and found that they were probably world classics.
Including that string of Russian letters he had seen before, which, when translated, became the well-known book "Crime and Punishment," written by Dostoevsky... something like that.
But more than the difficult-to-remember and tongue-twisting name, Ye Yihe was shocked by the other person's reading method.
Is it true or not? So many languages, and you read the original versions of everything?
This is unheard of!
Ye Yihe, who only speaks Chinese and has a 50% English score, truly has great respect for Mr. Fedia.
Biting the end of his pen, Ye Yihe silently decided to work harder, at least to get into high school... In front of Fei Jia, who had such a high IQ, he was too embarrassed to appear too useless.
Fortunately, the entrance exam for high school wasn't too difficult, and Ye Yihe wasn't unintelligent—he had deliberately refused to study out of spite, not because he was truly unable to learn.
When the high school acceptance letter arrived, Xiang Lingwei was so happy that she hugged Ye Yihe and rubbed his head vigorously, saying that she had to treat Mr. Fei Jia to a good meal no matter what.
“He eats at our house every day,” Ye Yihe said, shaking his head helplessly as he was being rubbed. “How else can we have a proper meal? Go to a hotel?”
“That won’t do. He’s mentioned before that he only likes Chef Ye’s cooking,” Xiang Lingwei said with a smile. “Make all the dishes he likes. With your keen observation skills, have you noticed which dishes he prefers?”
“…I can’t tell,” Ye Yihe said in silence. “It seems like he’ll eat anything, he doesn’t have a normal sense of taste at all…When did he ever say he only liked my cooking? How come I didn’t know that?”
"Haha, I could tell."
Xiang Lingwei winked at him, her words laced with a smile, "Don't underestimate Coach Xiang's observation skills, he likes you. And you also have a good impression of him, right? I've never seen you pay so much attention to anyone else—hmph, except for me."
"..." Ye Yihe held the acceptance letter in his hand, feeling his eyebrows already raised to their limit. "How come you like me?"
“You can go knock on someone’s door early on the weekend, before six o’clock, and they won’t get angry.”
After a moment's hesitation, Xiang Lingwei offered the most compelling evidence—even emphasizing the timing—"Isn't that enough of a liking for you?"
If she's woken up before 9 a.m. on her day off, she'll go into berserk mode.
Ye Yihe tried to argue: "Then I didn't have much affection for him either..."
Xiang Lingwei continued, "You even tried to give him a ride when you went for your morning run... I was surprised that he didn't complain at all."
Ye Yihe: "..."
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Yes, this Fedia is the same Fedia who read the original novel and saw the film.
Fedia, who never expected to have to run to exercise: Don't even mention it, I've already pushed myself to the limit... (faints)
I specifically dug out my physical copy of "Crime and Punishment" to read it. In the author's name section, it only said "[Dostoevsky]" ~ I couldn't remember the full name when I was a child, so I only remembered two characters - "Dostoevsky".
Speaking of this, there's something funny. My best friend and I discussed this, and the result was:
She said, "Oh, just like Dostoevsky."
She said, "Shakespeare."
She: "Mark tug weng."
Me: "...Wait, should it be this 'weng'?"
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