Reborn as His Intellectually Disabled Wife-Chapter 556 - 557: It Seems to Be Stuck...

"Why?" Dongfang Xuanya asked earnestly, "What would happen if you told?"

"People would look down upon you," Shi Mei replied seriously, looking at her, "And not just a few people. Of course, if you don’t mind, you can talk about it; I won’t interfere."

Dongfang Xuanya nodded, "I understand; I’ll only talk about this with you and won’t mention it casually to others. Are you going to get ready for a meal now?"

"Mhm."

Dongfang Xuanya stood up from the bed eagerly and asked, "Where are you planning to take me for a meal?"

Shi Mei paused.

Take her?

When had she said she would take her?

Dongfang Xuanya seemed not to notice Shi Mei’s moment of stiffness at all and continued eagerly, "I heard the cafeteria food is delicious, but it’s easy to gain weight. Dean Jian told us to watch our diet and maintain our figures; we must not get too heavy. So, let’s eat something light."

Shi Mei was quiet for a moment, then said, "Okay then."

Dongfang Xuanya stood up, grabbed a handful of money from her wallet, shoved it into her pocket, then picked up her phone and said, "Let’s go."

Shi Mei looked at her, "Why are you taking so much money?"

"For the meal; don’t you have to pay for food?"

"Don’t you have a meal card?"

"Where do you get a meal card?"

Shi Mei was speechless.

After going with her to get a meal card, Shi Mei finally managed to have a meal.

The food at the arts college was not so greasy, and there were many choices; after a round of self-service, Shi Mei sat down with her tray while Dongfang Xuanya followed suit, carrying her own tray behind her.

Shi Mei was rather slim, about 165 cm tall, looked quite slender; her hair casually draped over her shoulders, complemented by her casual, loose top, gave her a very relaxed look.

Meanwhile, Dongfang Xuanya sported an entirely different style, with her tall ponytail, sharp leather jacket and long pants, resembling a magazine model that stepped out of a poster.

The two of them walking together attracted the gazes of men and women passing by.

"So beautiful; are they freshmen?"

"Yes, I noticed her yesterday, that’s Shi Mei, really pretty, enrolled in the 2018 Dance Program."

"What about the one behind her? She looks a bit mixed, with deep eyes and a tall nose!"

"What if she is from an ethnic minority? There are many Uyghur people studying dance."

"No way; look at her eyes, are they slightly gray? Did you see?"

"Old fashioned; haven’t you seen colored contacts before?"

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Listening to the conversation around her, Shi Mei subconsciously looked at Dongfang Xuanya’s eyes.

It had not occurred to her back in the dormitory, but now, looking intently, she realized that Dongfang Xuanya’s eyes were indeed beautiful.

Deep and expressive, the dark brown pupils had hints of grayish-black, not easily noticeable without a close look.

Noticing Shi Mei’s gaze, Dongfang Xuanya seemed pleased and asked, "Are you observing me?"

Observe.

In Xia Country, people rarely use this term when talking face-to-face.

But at this moment, using "observe" seemed appropriate.

Shi Mei took a sip of soup and said, "They are discussing you, saying you look mixed."

"I heard," Dongfang Xuanya replied nonchalantly, "People often talked about me in university too, I’m used to it. My grandfather is from Xia Country, my grandmother is Russian, and my mother is also from Xia Country, so I guess I am indeed mixed."