I'm back in 1990

Chapter 1080: Comparative Literature

"How did it go? Did you see anyone?" Cheng Jing asked Mao Wa with concern as soon as he got home.

Maowa nodded: "I saw it, it's not bad."

Seeing how worried his stepmother was about Miguo, Maowa didn't keep her in suspense any longer. "Miguo's classmate is named Ji Feng. They're in the same grade. He's a very honest person and good-looking. He's from Wuzhou, Zhejiang Province. His family owns a small factory with over two hundred employees, which they say specializes in producing zippers and buttons."

Maowa told his stepmother in detail what he knew about Ji Feng's family situation and personality.

In addition, he had a good impression of Ji Feng, so he naturally tried his best to speak up for him. To summarize, the gist of his words was that the boy who was dating Mi Guo was not bad.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Jing felt much less worried, but she still said, "They've only known each other for a few days! They still have two years until graduation. If they're still together after graduation, then I'll consider agreeing to it."

Maowa smiled. He knew this was his stepmother's last act of defiance, but it also meant that she no longer opposed the matter.

Suddenly, Cheng Jing looked at her stepson with some reluctance: "Your flight is the day after tomorrow, right? Your dad and I will come to see you off the day after tomorrow."

Mao Wa's flight was on Monday, a direct flight from Shanghai to Los Angeles. This time, his return to Los Angeles wouldn't be as luxurious as before, since his third uncle didn't have any plans to go to the US recently, so he wouldn't be able to hitch a ride on his official private jet.

Mao Wa said, "Actually, I can just take a taxi myself, since I don't have much luggage anyway."

This trip back was rather rushed, and Mao Wa didn't bring much luggage, just some changes of clothes and a laptop, so unlike the first time she went to the United States, she didn't have much luggage.

"No, no, it's not like we don't have the means at home. We'll take you there." Cheng Jing's attitude was very firm.

On Monday morning, Huang Erhe drove the car himself, with Cheng Jing in the passenger seat, and the two of them took Maowa to Pudong Airport.

Huang Erhe originally planned to park the car in the parking lot and then take his son in with Cheng Jing, but Maowa firmly disagreed.

"Dad, Auntie, let's drop you off here." Maowa got out of the car and took his black suitcase out of the trunk.

At this moment, Huang Erhe and Cheng Jing also got out of the car. Cheng Jing straightened her stepson's clothes and instructed him, "Call home when you arrive."

Maowa smiled and said, "I understand."

Huang Erhe then instructed, "Take good care of yourself while you're in America. Don't be stingy; eat and drink as you please."

"Okay, I know. You should go back quickly. You can't stay here for too long." Maowa waved his hand, signaling his father to go back quickly, and then he turned and walked into the terminal.

The international departure hall at Pudong Airport is always bustling with people. Maowa dragged his suitcase through the crowd, intending to check it in first. He was dressed simply today: a dark gray sweatshirt, a thin black down jacket over it, jeans, sneakers, and a backpack he had used for two years.

After checking in his luggage, he went through security. Once all that was done, Mao Wa checked the time on his phone. Since it was still early before boarding, he went to the VIP lounge to wait for his flight, planning to sit there and rest for a while.

Because his father, Huang Erhe, booked him a first-class ticket this time, he was able to enter the VIP lounge without any problems, which meant that the black card his third uncle had given him was useless.

The lounge wasn't crowded; a few business people were scattered around. Some were intently staring at their laptops, some were on the phone, and some were flipping through the latest financial magazines and newspapers provided in the VIP room.

Mao Wa found a seat by the window, then went to the self-service area to get himself an Americano. On his way back to his seat, he picked up a magazine and started reading it.

The tarmac is right outside the window, with a row of planes parked along the jet bridge. Every now and then, a plane is pushed out, and the empty space is quickly filled by another plane. It truly lives up to its reputation as one of the busiest airports in the world.

About twenty minutes later, a girl came into the lounge.

Since Maowa's position was directly facing the entrance to the lounge, he subconsciously glanced up and, in that one second, couldn't help but linger on the girl for a little longer.

The main thing is that this girl has great taste in clothes. She is wearing a beige long cashmere coat, a light gray cashmere sweater underneath, black skinny jeans, and ankle boots. She looks very fresh and clean.

She looked around and found that there weren't many people around Maowa, so she walked over to him and finally sat down on the sofa diagonally opposite him.

After the girl sat down, she took out a book from her bag. Because they were very close, Maowa could see that the book was titled "The Kite Runner" and was in English.

A moment later, the girl seemed to have heard something, took out her phone, glanced at it, frowned slightly, and looked around.

Maowa continued flipping through the magazine in his hand.

A moment later, Maowa heard the girl asking the waiter if there were any chargers. The waiter shook his head and said he didn't know why, but there were a lot of passengers borrowing chargers today, and all the chargers in the lounge had already been lent out.

Hearing this, the girl looked somewhat disappointed.

Maowa wasn't usually one to meddle, but for some reason, he blurted out today, "Do you need help?"

The girl looked at him with some surprise.

Now Maowa could see her clearly. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but her features were harmonious, and she had a gentle and graceful air about her. She wasn't stunning, but she was very pleasant to look at, and her eyes were especially bright.

"My phone is almost out of battery, and I've already checked in the charger."

Mao Wa glanced at his backpack, which contained a charger and cable for an iPhone. He had just seen the girl using an iPhone 4s.

Maowa rummaged through his bag and pulled out a charger and cord: "Will this work?"

The girl's eyes lit up because the charger the boy had taken out was the same as hers, but she was a little embarrassed: "Won't this delay your use?"

"It's okay, my flight is still a while away." Mao Wa handed the charger over and reminded the girl, "There's an outlet right next to you."

The girl looked at the little boy and expressed her sincere gratitude: "Thank you so much." Then she added, "I'll return it to you in a bit."

"No rush." ​​Maowa lowered his head and continued reading the magazine, which featured a photo of his third uncle and some of his views on the current world economy.

About forty minutes later, the girl's phone rang, a notification that it was fully charged. She unplugged the charger and walked over to the baby: "Thank you, I'm all set."

Maowa took the charger and casually stuffed it back into his backpack.

The girl didn't leave immediately, but asked, "Are you going to Los Angeles?"

Maowa was somewhat surprised: "How did you know?"

The girl pointed to the flight information display on the lounge wall: "There seems to be only one flight to Los Angeles at this time this morning, because I'm on the same flight as you."

Mao Wa laughed: "It is quite a coincidence."

The girl introduced herself: "My name is Su Jin, I'm from Shanghai, and I'm going to UC for a year of exchange studies. What about you?"

Mao Wa immediately stood up: "Huang Zedie is also from Shanghai, and is currently studying biology at UC."

Su Jin's eyes lit up: "What a coincidence?" Then she asked, "Are you going to study medicine in the United States?"

Maowa was surprised; he hadn't expected this girl to know so much about the process of studying medicine in the United States.

But he immediately asked the girl, "What are you going to study?"

Su Jin smiled and said, "Comparative literature, so I brought a lot of books this time."