Gorgeous Female Tenants

Chapter 468 Mo Xiaowei

Ah Rong drove even faster than Xu Xiangbei. When Xu Xiangbei arrived at Earth Sea University, it was only half past two, half an hour earlier than the appointed time of three o’clock.

A luxurious and imposing Porsche passed through the campus, drawing envious glances from the students.

Xu Xiangbei called Shen Congru: "Where are you? I’m at Earth Sea University now."

Shen Congru was a bit surprised: "It’s only half past two, you’re half an hour early. Aren’t you a bit too eager? I’m just on my way now, you can wait for me at the principal’s office, this road is severely jammed."

Earth Sea University was clearly a notch above Jiangcheng University. The area was two to three times larger, divided into six colleges, three campuses. Looking at the school’s area map, Xu Xiangbei felt like he was looking at a maze map, only finding the professor’s office and not knowing if the principal’s office was there.

Seeing that it was still early, with half an hour until Shen Congru could arrive, Xu Xiangbei asked Ah Rong to park while he wandered around the campus.

"You find a place to park, we arrived early. In half an hour, we’ll meet up at the tallest building; that’s probably the professor’s office, and the principal’s office might also be in that building."

Xu Xiangbei walked along the campus path. The vibrant and youthful faces passing by ignited a passion within him, making him feel energetic.

Suddenly, a familiar T-shirt caught his attention. That yellow T-shirt was the Emperor’s Pavilion’s work uniform.

The style, design, and color of that clothing were agreed by Xu Xiangbei and the garment factory, so he immediately recognized it as the Emperor’s Pavilion uniform.

The only difference was that the chest badge had been removed. Without knowing it was the Emperor’s Pavilion uniform, it looked just like a regular T-shirt.

The owner of the uniform was a slender girl wearing glasses, tightly clutching her books, hurriedly walking along the tree-lined path, seemingly rushing to a classroom.

Suddenly, a strong male student ran through a side path, both of them in a hurry, accidentally bumping into each other.

The slender girl was knocked to the ground, her books scattering everywhere. The boy only muttered a quick apology before hurriedly running off.

The frail girl struggled to get up from the ground, rubbing her arm, a pained expression crossing her face from the collision, but disregarding her arm’s pain, she hastily picked up her books from the ground.

One of those books happened to fall at Xu Xiangbei’s feet.

Xu Xiangbei picked it up - a large and thick book, feeling as weighty as a quarter box of A4 paper, no wonder the girl struggled to hold it.

On the cover was written "Electronic Circuitry," a major course for engineering students, typically more pursued by boys. Such a frail girl studying electronic circuitry?

Curious, Xu Xiangbei opened the book. On the first blank page, the girl’s name was written: Mo Xiaowei.

The handwriting on the book was delicate and elegant, each stroke as graceful as bamboo leaves, exuding spiritual qi, indicating she was an excellent student. Students who don’t do well usually have sloppy handwriting, not this neat.

Seeing Xu Xiangbei holding her book, the girl was stunned, not knowing what to do, not quite comfortable speaking to a strange male student.

Seeing the girl blushing while looking at him, Xu Xiangbei smiled and handed the book over: "You dropped your book, here it is."

Xu Xiangbei’s politeness made Mo Xiaowei’s heart race like a deer, her face flushing. She was both shy and excited, taking the book and replying: "Thank you."

Her hand was as frail as her body, evoking a sense of pity in Xu Xiangbei. Without having to feel her pulse, just by looking at her complexion, Xu Xiangbei knew the girl’s health was on the verge of collapse, exceptionally weak.

Mo Xiaowei’s voice was as soft as a mosquito: "No need to thank me."

Just then, two well-dressed, fashionably attired pretty girls walked past her, their gaze on Mo Xiaowei filled with disdain and mockery.

One girl in red sneered: "Mo Xiaowei, did you drop your book again? Are you out of money to eat and too weak? Want me to lend you some? If you ask, I promise to lend it to you, whether you pay it back or not doesn’t matter to me."

It sounded like help, but the pompous, condescending tone even grated on Xu Xiangbei, just listening to it.

Mo Xiaowei didn’t get angry, instead responding with unyielding dignity: "Thank you, I have enough money. I never borrow money from anyone."

The pretty girl in blue snickered: "Oh, so stubborn. One day you’ll come begging to us, and I might not even acknowledge you then."

The girl in red pulled at her friend’s hand: "Ignore her, whether she starves isn’t our problem, she’s just a country bumpkin. Let’s hurry to class, it’s about to start."

Despite the mocking and sneering, Mo Xiaowei maintained a resolute gaze and walked into the teaching building to attend class.

Watching Mo Xiaowei’s frail yet determined back, Xu Xiangbei calculated the time; it was just about when Emperor’s Pavilion had its lunch break.

Xu Xiangbei felt something hard underfoot, picking it up to see it was a work badge from Emperor’s Pavilion, with Mo Xiaowei’s name and her fresh, confident photo.

Xu Xiangbei called Zhou Ping: "Do we have a waitress named Mo Xiaowei at Emperor’s Pavilion?"

Zhou Ping thought for a moment, then replied: "Yes, there’s a newly hired work-study waitress, a part-timer. I heard she’s a university student, works from eleven to two in the afternoon, and six to nine in the evening daily."

No wonder the girl was so frail. If his guess was right, she likely didn’t have lunch at all, instead working during breaks and eating just something simple on her way to class.

One day like this might be manageable, but judging by her complexion, she hadn’t eaten properly at noon for several days.

Years of accumulated hardship weren’t built in a day. This girl’s health wasn’t great to begin with. If she continued pushing herself like this, she would fall ill before long, and it would be a serious illness.

Since she’s a part-time worker at Emperor’s Pavilion, she’s considered an employee there, and Xu Xiangbei couldn’t let her collapse like this. Xu Xiangbei thought for a moment and said to Zhou Ping: "Will Mo Xiaowei still come for her evening shift at our place today?"

"Of course, she paid a three hundred yuan deposit for clothing and work ID. If she weren’t working, she’d come to get it refunded."

Xu Xiangbei felt a slight guilt. Making employees pay a three hundred yuan deposit for work clothing and badges had been his decision; employees could get a refund when resigning, provided they returned the work clothes and ID.

This seemingly reasonable decision was a harsh one for a girl with financial difficulties like her.