Chapter 10
Wait a minute, don't let this body's youthful appearance fool you, he hasn't forgotten that when he first woke up, the original owner was a criminal... Could it be that there's actually a pistol hidden inside?
Ye Yihe walked around the crowd, chose a corner where few people passed by, put down the cello case he was carrying, and unzipped it.
—I breathed a sigh of relief; it was indeed a genuine cello inside.
He then felt around in his pocket and found a hard student ID card with the original owner's picture and a few lines of letters printed on it.
The problem is that he can't read Russian and doesn't know what's written on it. The system said it would help activate the body's voice information processing, and it really can only understand voice, nothing more.
On another note, he never expected the original owner to have such strong artistic talent. Despite not having grown much, the person went directly from a church to a music academy with a very high-class teaching building... He wondered how the tuition was paid, since the original owner seemed to be homeless and was currently a fugitive.
And this cello, it looks expensive.
Ye Yihe sighed as he took out the bow, only to find that he had no idea how to hold it correctly.
After all, he only took music classes in elementary and middle school, and the only instruments he had ever played were the harmonica he was dabbling in and the triangle he was dabbling in.
But given its length and stiffness, Ye Yihe simply shook his hand and swung it back and forth in the air twice, making the seventy-centimeter-long bow whistle loudly.
That's a really good weapon; it must be very easy to use to whip someone.
Ye Yihe gave it a mental thumbs up and reluctantly put it back in the case—after all, cellos are expensive, and this bow certainly wouldn't be cheap either; he couldn't really use it as a dog-beating stick.
For now, let's pray that he won't stay too long this time.
As a deacon of the priesthood, he could at least mingle with his colleagues, pretending to recite a few eulogies and play the cello... But listening to him play the cello was less enjoyable than watching dogs pull a sled.
At least, dog sledding is an innate racial talent.
Ye Yihe zipped up the violin case, slung the heavy instrument over his shoulder, and looked up to see a girl staring at him in disbelief.
The other person was carrying a violin, seemingly looking for a quiet place to practice without disturbing others—and so we watched as a seemingly frail but handsome young man wielded the violin bow with great force, each move powerful and resounding.
But this posture has absolutely nothing to do with playing the cello.
Yeikh, unable to explain in Russian, simply said, "…………"
The girl, still in shock: "…………"
The atmosphere was awkward. The two looked at each other, and just as Ye Yihe was about to casually walk away, the girl spoke up.
She uttered a soft "Holy crap!" in Chinese, a phrase that immediately caught Ye Yihe's eye and sounded all too familiar.
"Coming here is truly an eye-opener. This is the first time in my life I've seen such a beautiful Russian wielding a sword with a violin bow."
"That's right!" Ye Yihe suddenly realized.
This is a high-class music academy, which means that it will attract international students from all over the world to study here, no matter the era—so how could his compatriots not be among them!
We can finally communicate!
"Sorry, did I scare you?" Ye Yihe said apologetically. "I wasn't practicing swordplay; I was just testing whether this bow was comfortable for me."
"Wow, your Chinese is so fluent!" Having been completely understood, the girl became even more embarrassed, covering her face with one hand. "This is my first time in Russia, and I don't know your culture and customs yet..."
No, he thought, no matter what country's cultural customs, they wouldn't test a bow like that. Ye Yihe thought to himself.
"It's nothing, I just swung it around a couple of times."
Having finally found someone to talk to, Ye Yihe naturally wanted to seize the opportunity to get some answers to his questions. "What time is it now? I mean the year, month, and day."
Girl: "………Huh??"
"Sorry, sorry, I'll make this quick." Ye Yihe spoke rapidly, "It's like this, I'm actually the second personality of this body, and I don't know when I'll switch, so I want to gather as much information about my surroundings as possible before [my] appearance."
It sounds unbelievable, but it's the most reasonable explanation he can think of.
Moreover, the personalities of a person with multiple personality disorder are independent of each other and their memories are not shared. Even when faced with the same thing at different times, they will give completely different reactions. His current situation and that of the original owner seem to fit the characteristics of multiple personality disorder.
"oh oh……"
The girl blinked, seemingly accepting the explanation. However, she gripped the violin tightly then loosely, displaying a helplessness reminiscent of someone handling a critically ill patient, yet she still managed to answer Ye Yihe's question with a string of numbers.
It hasn't been that long... Ye Yihe compared the time with the one he saw at the church last time and found that less than four months had passed, which amazed him.
In such a short time, I don't know how the original owner, who was still a minor, managed to go from a criminal to a clergyman and then to a music student. You really can't judge a book by its cover. Maybe he is a genius and his path as a criminal was just a wrong turn.
Thinking of this, Ye Yihe raised his hand and glanced at it. As expected, he saw bruises on his knuckles from years of biting, which even ached slightly when pressed.
I just can't seem to break the habit of biting my nails.
"Do you remember your name?" the girl asked softly when she saw Ye Yihe lost in thought. "What are your dormitory and classroom addresses?"
“I really don’t know… In fact, I can understand Russian but I can’t speak it.” Ye Yihe reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out the stiff card, and handed it to her. “But I have my student ID card. Could you help me look at the information on it?”
"Ah, that's true. I can understand my hometown dialect but I can't speak it. Every time I go back to my hometown, they speak the dialect and I speak Mandarin, aiming for seamless communication."
The girl took the student card. "Let me see... Mikhail Popov... Teaching Assistant!??"
She was so shocked by the card that her pupils dilated.
This isn't a student ID; it's a work ID!
Ye Yihe: "…………………"
Huh? What?
With that underage body?! How did he manage to become a teaching assistant?!
Since he didn't pay tuition, the school actually has to pay him a salary!
And this Bobo... it doesn't sound like a proper name at all. It's probably another pseudonym, just like Cyril's.
"So I'm your teacher, that's a huge help," Ye Yihe thought to himself, and gave her a weak, grateful smile. "I didn't even know your name."
girl:"…………"
"My name is Su Mengzhi."
Looking at the handsome young man who was clearly younger than her but had now become her teacher, the girl, Su Mengzhi, was practically drenched in sweat as she respectfully handed the work ID back to him, saying, "This... hello teacher."
Ye Yihe stiffly accepted the work permit: "…………"
I don't understand. Neither of us understands at all.
The atmosphere fell silent, and withered leaves swirled coolly across the secluded spot.
"Um……"
After a long pause, Su Mengzhi spoke dryly, "Although I couldn't find any other information about you... I know which teacher you were a teaching assistant for, and he must have hired you... Shall I take you to him?"
"...I think I'll pass."
Yeikh replied just as dryly, adding an explanation, "Strictly speaking, he didn't hire me; I can't even speak Russian."
Wouldn't he be exposed as soon as they met? Even if he insisted on pretending to be mute, he wouldn't play the cello in class.
"How long will you stay?" After thinking for a moment, Su Mengzhi asked him.
"I'm not sure either; the timing of their appearances is unpredictable." Ye Yihe took a deep breath. "In any case, it's best to avoid them."
"But that teacher has class in the afternoon..." Su Mengzhi reminded him weakly.
Both the cello and violin belong to the string instruments in the orchestral performance department. In addition, they are both solo instruments and indispensable in string ensembles and symphony orchestras, so there is some overlap in the courses.
As a teaching assistant, it's not really appropriate to skip class in front of students...
Ye Yihe remained silent.
What's wrong with skipping class? Isn't it normal to skip a class in college?
Ye Yihe, carrying his violin case, was pondering whether to ask Su Mengzhi to help him ask the teacher for leave, but a voice rang out from behind him before he could speak.
“Professor Mikhail Popov…why haven’t you come to my office yet? Please forgive me for being so impatient that I decided to sneak out to look for you.”
The newcomer's voice was elegant and deep, yet it carried a hint of melancholy and sorrow that was barely perceptible. The last syllable of the voice fell softly downwards, like a white dove with broken wings.
Ye Yihe: "…………" The attempt to sneak away failed before it even began, this news was simply adding insult to injury.
Su Mengzhi was simply surprised by this level of attention, and she quickly bowed slightly to the other party in greeting.
"Hello, Professor Ivan Goncharov."
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