NABC Chapter 62 Awkward Professionals
Chapter 62 Awkward Professionals
Chapter 62 Awkward Professionals
The boy shook his head: "It's not 2000, it ends with two letters, XP."
"Two letters? Oh, you mean WinMe!" Hu Yi shook his head and smiled magnanimously, advising in a professionally aloof tone, "I don't recommend you use Win2000 or WinMe, because both of them are operating systems derived from Windows NT. NT is mainly aimed at workstations and servers, while 2000 and Me are suitable for PCs, but at this stage they are ultimately not as mature as Win98, especially in terms of game compatibility."
Hu Yi kept talking, his words earnest and earnest. The boy seemed somewhat unconvinced, but still maintained his patience and respect: "You probably—really don't know. Wait a moment." With that, he trotted off to another freshman room to borrow a CD and inserted it into the CD player: "Look, this is it."
Hu Yi sat dumbfounded in front of the computer, watching Windows XP install step by step until it was successfully installed. Only after he personally clicked the "Start" menu, performed a series of basic operations, and checked the system information did he dare to believe that this was really an operating system developed by Microsoft. He muttered to himself, "This—this is so—fancy—"
The boy smiled kindly: "The old system interface was too bland, I think this one is better, it feels more—lively."
Hu Yi nodded blankly: "Yes, those old things are outdated."
The boy stared at him thoughtfully for a while, then reached into his pocket and pulled out five hundred rubles: "Oh, right, here's the money. Thank you for your hard work today."
Hu Yi seemed to have been greatly humiliated, and stood up abruptly as if electrocuted: "No, no, no, I can't take it, I don't want it."
"Huh?" the boy asked, puzzled. "Why?"
"I didn't do anything—" Hu Yi put his hands on his hips and looked awkwardly at the corner of the room: "You're much more capable than me. I didn't help at all, so how could I accept the money?"
"What are you saying? Computer hardware and software are evolving very quickly, it's normal not to understand some things yet." The boy said sincerely, "I just arrived in Russia, and you've already helped me a lot by taking the time to take me to the computer market and translating Russian for me. This 500 rubles is what we agreed on beforehand, you must accept it."
Hu Yi blushed and tried to refuse, but the boy eventually stuffed the money into his pocket. Leaving the boy's room, he let out a long sigh, wiped the sweat from his brow, and stood in the hallway, secretly sneering at himself.
Damn it, what's going on?! This money was earned in such a dishonest way, it's so shameful if word gets out!
Thinking of this, he felt a surge of impulse. He lowered his head and ran downstairs, tearing off the A4 paper with "professional" written on it posted on the information board. Then he ran to the other dormitories, collected and tore up all the handwritten little letters he had written before, and walked back dejectedly.
Setting up computers for others is temporarily out of the question. After deducting tuition and accommodation fees, I only have a few hundred dollars left. What should I do with it?
Sigh, actually my computer skills are pretty good, just not that "professional" and a little behind the times. Maybe I can find a way to catch up and make a comeback someday.
Lost in thought, Hu Yi went upstairs and saw a young man sitting on a rolling suitcase in the distance, fanning himself with a piece of paper. Hu Yi walked to the door, glanced at him, and seeing that he looked Chinese, asked, "Who are you looking for?"
The young man immediately stood up: "Hello, are you Brother Dong?" His Mandarin was quite standard, with a slight, barely noticeable Henan accent.
"No." Hu Yi shook his head, took out his key, and opened the door.
"? That's strange." The young man checked the room number and muttered to himself, "It's definitely room 505!"
"Yes, this is 505." Hu Yi pushed the door open halfway, turned around and looked him up and down: "Who exactly are you looking for?"
The young man looked very tired: "I'm looking for Anton. Do you know him?"
"Hmm? That's me. What do you need?" Hu Yi was a little surprised, because usually only foreigners would call him Anton. Looking closely at the young man, he saw that he was about the same height as himself, with fair skin, a square face, and bright eyes. He looked very energetic, but his voice was very low, and he seemed a bit introverted.
The young man handed me the paper he was using to fan himself: "The administrator sent me. I don't understand what he's saying, but I heard him keep calling 'Anton,' and he even wrote me a note."
Hu Yi took the paper and saw two lines of Russian writing on it in a flamboyant style. The top line read: "505, Anton." The bottom line read: "Please bring this student to the administrator's office."
"The administrator asked me to take you to him." Hu Yi stuffed the note into his pocket and looked up at the young man: "Are you new here?"
"Yes, I just arrived today." The young man was a little reserved. "My name is Xia Yan, the Yan of three fires."
"Okay." Hu Yi nodded. "Let's go, I'll take you there." He then pointed to the suitcase next to him. "Lock your luggage in my room first, and come back for it later."
Xia Yan's expression relaxed slightly, and he nodded and smiled, "Thank you, Brother Dong."
"My name is Hu Yi." Hu Yi thought for a moment and then added, "In front of foreigners, call me Anton."
"Oh, okay." Xia Yan replied without understanding what was going on, and followed him downstairs to the administrator's office.
Upon seeing Hu Yi, the administrator called out, "Anton! School starts soon, and there are more and more new students. You should move out!"
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"Okay, I got it." Hu Yi replied with a smile, "I just haven't found a suitable room yet. I'll move in as soon as I do."
"There are so many dormitories, and plenty of rooms. Hurry up." The administrator pursed his lips helplessly, then looked at Xia Yan: "This Chinese man is new here. He hasn't completed any procedures. He can't understand what I'm saying, and there's no one to translate for him. Can you help him? At least take him to the school to complete the procedures and exchange some rubles to pay for his accommodation."
"No problem," Hu Yi readily agreed, "I'll take him tomorrow."
"Thank you, Anton." The administrator breathed a sigh of relief, casually signed a temporary access pass, and handed it over: "Then let him stay in your room."
Xia Yan followed Hu Yi back to the room, spread the bedding they had received on Li Baoqing's old bed, opened the box to organize their things, then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze for a while before asking, "Brother Dong—no, Brother Hu, what do I need to do tomorrow?"
"Enrollment, tuition, medical check-up, visa on arrival, and—well, it's all quite a hassle. Let me guide you through it step by step." Hu Yi crossed his legs, lit a cigarette, and suddenly felt something was off: "Other students have someone to help them with the paperwork, why isn't anyone looking after you? Didn't Sixth Brother handle it for you?"