Chapter 76: She Seems to Speak Italian

But right now, there was no time for her to dwell on what was really going on.

They had only been informed of their first travel destination before boarding the plane, so when they landed, everyone was left bewildered.

If the language in question had been English, not a soul would have had trouble. But they were now in Italy, and most people around them spoke Italian.

Before arriving, everyone had been pragmatic: English was a universal language, and they were all quite fluent—so why not just speak English when the time came?

So, after getting off the bus, He Fang took charge and directed everyone: “First, we need to rent a car to get to the address provided by the production team.

So, Xiaoxi, you’re experienced abroad—come with me to rent a car. Haoyuan and Mubai, please take care of the luggage.

Xiaofu and Tingting, could you buy some water and food for everyone? We’re all famished after such a long journey.”

With tasks assigned, everyone set off in different directions.

Although Xi Rou’er wanted to go with Gu Haoyuan, she thought that accompanying He Fang would better showcase her language skills. There would surely be praise for her, and with that in mind, she was eager to try.

Yet, when she tried asking directions from passersby, each one spoke English with such a heavy accent that she couldn’t understand a word. Moreover, many Italians, due to their history and pride, refused to speak English at all.

Heaven help us, what is he even saying? The only word I caught was “ok.”

As an Italian international student, I can attest to this. Italians are very particular about their heritage and can be quite xenophobic. Outside the capital, most won’t bother speaking English with you.

Exactly! And they really dislike the British and Americans, so they’re even less inclined to speak English.

With such heavy accents, even when they do speak, it’s impossible to understand. They’d be better off asking airport staff.

As if airport staff would bother with them! This is a capitalist country—they’re not the same.

My goodness, if even Teacher He and Xi Rou’er are struggling this much, Yun Fu must be completely helpless.

But when the viewers switched to the other live feed, what they saw was quite the opposite.

The stream was silent, and Yun Fu and Ouyang Ting had somehow already found a convenience store and bought everything they needed.

What’s going on?

Don’t ask—I’m starting to question reality myself.

My face hurts from embarrassment.

Ten minutes earlier, Ouyang Ting and Yun Fu had set off to find a store. After a flight of more than ten hours, everyone was at their limit.

Ouyang Ting glanced at the formidable figure beside her. Yun Fu had pulled her hoodie over her head, exuding a half-asleep aura, red-eyed and intimidating.

Ouyang Ting thought to herself that she needed to get this done quickly; she knew a little English and didn’t want Yun Fu to be embarrassed.

But after nearly five minutes of stumbling around, they still hadn’t found a shop.

Ouyang Ting took a deep breath and said to Yun Fu, “I’ll go ask someone.”

Yun Fu nodded languidly, hands in her pockets, trailing behind Ouyang Ting.

Yun Fu is clearly dragging her feet—she’s not helping and still acts all aloof. Ouyang Ting really shouldn’t have to help her.

Exactly. If you don’t know, at least be humble. She could at least pretend to help instead of just standing there!

Isn’t the criticism a bit much? Yun Fu hasn’t even said anything—it’s all Ouyang Ting’s choice.

Typical Yun Fu fans making excuses. Anyone with eyes can see she’s useless and just pretending otherwise. I don’t get why you all worship her.

And so, the chat erupted into chaos.

Ouyang Ting was on the verge of tears. She had asked several people, but they either waved her off or rattled off a string of incomprehensible words.

She truly didn’t understand a word of Italian!

At that moment, Yun Fu, hands still in her pockets and moving with a light, effortless stride as though she were strolling through her own home, approached a passerby and made a gesture. The person stopped immediately, looking much friendlier.

What was that gesture? Why does this person seem so much more approachable now?

Let me explain, as someone of Chinese descent—this gesture is akin to the Thai wai, a gesture only native Italians would recognize. Few outsiders know about it.

So how does Yun Fu know it?

Wait, what did she just say? Was that Italian?

Yun Fu spoke a few words to the passerby, who pointed them in a direction. She nodded in thanks, repeated the gesture, and the passerby left with a smile.

Ouyang Ting, like the viewers, was dumbfounded.

She watched as Yun Fu, still radiant despite the fatigue of long travel, walked toward her.

A cool, melodious voice sounded in her ear.

“He said the store is on the other side, but it’s about to close. We should hurry.”

“Oh… okay,” she replied, following Yun Fu in a daze. After a winding two-minute walk, they finally found the shop.

This time, Yun Fu didn’t leave things to her. Instead, she quickly picked out some bread and water and paid.

As they left, the store lights were switched off behind them.

So… did Yun Fu really just speak Italian? And she seemed pretty fluent!

She even knows so many local customs. Is this what high schoolers study these days?

Sorry, as a high schooler, my head is full of inverse functions right now.

Damn it! I just remembered I have a math test to do—my least favorite topic!

Maybe it was just luck. What if she only knows a few phrases?

Exactly. Maybe she was tipped off beforehand that she’d be coming to Italy. After all, she does have connections.

More people found this explanation acceptable.

Yun Fu and Ouyang Ting returned to the airport exit. As they approached, they noticed the other four all looked disgruntled.

Xi Rou’er, frowning, said to Mu Bai, “We only have a thousand euros for the week. We need to eat and find somewhere to stay, and renting a car alone costs three hundred. How are we supposed to manage?”

“We can’t just go back,” Mu Bai replied.

He Fang sighed, “Enough. We’re not giving up—we’re just considering another way to get around. That driver’s price really was outrageous.”

Apparently, they’d found the car rental, but the driver demanded three hundred euros. He Fang was about to bite the bullet, but Xi Rou’er worried about their budget and suggested taking the airport bus instead.

Back at the exit, Mu Bai and Gu Haoyuan had just brought out the luggage. They’d thought they could finally get a ride back, only to be told they’d have to take the bus—with all their bags. Their faces darkened instantly.

Gu Haoyuan felt the same.

After more than ten hours on a plane, now they’d have to squeeze onto a bus? Both came from comfortable families and had no interest in such hardship.

They figured they could always scrimp in the coming days, but Xi Rou’er worried they wouldn’t have enough to eat, leading to a disagreement.