A Young Woman's Heart

"It'll rain soon!" Hua Yinyin exclaimed expectantly.

This is the first time I've seen her so eager for rain.

"Here you are, Haruka, this is chocolate."

"My sister and I made it together!" Mo Zhuyou also came over, looking like she was about to roll up her sleeves and demonstrate it on the spot.

"Yeah...you've been a lot of help."

"That's right, I helped wrap the gift boxes for a long time!"

"Huh? Is this what you call helping a lot..." Mo Xueyao was about to make a sarcastic remark, but seeing the smile on Mo Xiaoxiao's face, she swallowed back her words. "Okay, okay, then I'll open it and take a look?"

"Hey, don't open it! Not now, um... um... I wrapped it up for an hour after all, at least let me look at it for a day!"

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, thinking of the story of buying the box and returning the pearl.

"Hmm—I was here first! Little Yaoyao, look, I made you a chocolate, it's heart-shaped!"

"Don't give me such weirdly shaped chocolates as a return gift, okay..." Mo Xueyao opened the box she was handed, raising an eyebrow involuntarily. "And... this heart looks a bit like a butt, doesn't it?"

"Hehe~"

"Hey, what are you talking about? Could it really be like that? Eek—"

"It's so delicious! It has chocolate sauce in it!"

"...That would be like some awful stuff coming out of your ass."

"Waaaah... Little Yao Yao actually dislikes what I made by hand so much! Look! My hands are all cut from making this!" Hua Yinyin raised her right hand, with a band-aid on her index finger.

"Ah..." Mo Xueyao was speechless.

"Why was it your right hand that was cut?" Mo Xiaoxiao asked, a little curious. "Did Yinyin hold the knife with her left hand?"

"Huh? Well, well..."

"Could Yinyin have just put on a band-aid?"

"Ahem!" Hua Yinyin awkwardly scratched the band-aid and ripped it off with a 'rip'. The skin under the band-aid was perfectly fine, so there was no wound at all. She turned to look out the window, pretending that nothing had happened.

"Wow, it's so lively so early today?" Qiu Yi's head popped out from behind the door, shaking the long keyboard case in his hand. "Mo Xueyao, I brought the electronic keyboard."

"what?"

"Didn't I say that if you could stand out from so many bands in the whole school, I would lend you this guitar?"

"Ah...ah...I remember now! But, we didn't win, and it wasn't our band that went to the competition in the end..."

"But you've stood out, haven't you? Don't worry, don't worry. I'll let you in on a little secret: there'll be a performance coming up. I'll tell you the details then."

"Really!" Hua Yinyin was the first to jump up. "We can go out and perform now! We can choose our own pieces!"

"Of course, of course!" Qiu Yi smiled and pointed to the electronic keyboard in her hand. "Shall I put it in the band room for you? Remember to bring it home and back every day, don't leave it at school."

"Huh? Can I take it home?"

"Of course, I'll entrust it entirely to you for safekeeping during this period!"

Mo Xueyao looked at the electronic keyboard that was more than half the height of Qiu Yi. She was happy, nervous, and a little scared. The electronic keyboard was much longer than hers. She heard that it was 1.3 meters long, while Mo Xueyao was only 1.62 meters tall. Carrying it on her back every day would be exhausting.

"What's wrong? Don't you want it?"

"No!" She immediately shook her head vigorously, causing her ponytail tied at the back of her head to shake violently.

"Haha, I'll help you carry it to the band room this time, but you'll have to carry it yourself afterwards?"

"No problem, thank you, Teacher Qiu!" Mo Xueyao's joy was almost overflowing from the bottom of her heart.

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Chapter Fifteen: The Letter of Arrangement

As the spring breeze blows, the cherry blossom trees at the school gate scatter their pink petals across the entire campus, as if they too are looking forward to this annual Valentine's Day with the students.

To be honest, the word "lover" in Valentine's Day always feels a bit strange when you think about it carefully.

Lu Bolun didn't know what "mistress" meant in ancient times; he only knew that nowadays it generally meant "mistress" or "third party"...

However, sometimes getting too caught up in details isn't good either; there are many things that shouldn't be pondered so meticulously.

Early in the morning, the classroom was already bustling with activity. Gao Yuan was hunched over his desk, writing furiously. He wasn't copying other people's homework; he had simply forgotten to copy yesterday's English vocabulary and was making it up at school.

“Come on, Ma Zai.” Chen Cheng walked to Ma Jianhang’s side and waved to him.

Ma Jianhang, with his slightly tanned skin, immediately grinned lewdly, raised his eyebrows, and nodded: "Hehe, Chen Cheng, what did you bring today, you bastard?"

"nice one."

"Oh? Will you buy me one?"

"No problem, my dad gave it to me."

"Doesn't your dad scold you?"

"Tch, I often smoke with him." As he said this, a smug look was clearly on Chen Cheng's face.

Ma Jianhang looked on with envy, winked his left eye at Chen Cheng, and the two walked arm in arm toward the restroom.

It's obvious without even asking that those two went to the restroom to smoke.

Moreover, it wasn't in the main teaching building's restroom, but in the restroom of the adjacent laboratory building, because there were fewer people there and teachers rarely went there, so it was difficult to get caught.

Of course, catching them couldn't be easier; all you had to do was smell if they were carrying cigarette smoke.

It's just that the teachers turn a blind eye.

In today's Yukong High School, as long as you avoid the dean of students and the vice principal, you'll generally be fine.

"Ah, everyone's here early today." Luberon plopped down in a chair. "Damn, who sat in my seat? It's such a mess."

"I...don't know either?" Lu Chengyuan's tone sounded strange, and her body was a little stiff. She kept looking out the window, as if there was something there that particularly attracted her.

"Maybe someone knocked it over." Lu Bolun didn't seem to care much. He just slowly started tidying up the things in the drawer, and then blankly picked up a white envelope.

The envelope was plain, with nothing on it except for a few simple striped patterns.

I can't tell what it does.

But Luberon certainly knew that today was Valentine's Day.

So he couldn't help but think in that direction.

He wasn't surprised to receive a love letter on Valentine's Day, since he had received one back in junior high. However, the people who confessed their love to him... were usually not very good-looking.

That doesn't matter, as long as it's not a love letter like the one from Tian Xinnan.

Although this kind of thinking seems very superficial, there's no way around it; humans are just that kind of superficial creatures.

Given that one's own circumstances are already quite good, people will naturally want to choose something better.

Lu Chengyuan glanced back quietly, then quickly turned away. Mo Xueyao, sitting a row away, blinked secretly, anticipating what would happen next—because she was the one who wrote the letter for Lu Chengyuan.

"Did you deliver the letter?" Leng Feng nudged Mo Xueyao's arm and asked in a low voice.

"Huh? Huh? What?" Mo Xueyao calmly turned her head and asked with a blank look on her face, her expression very convincing—or so she thought.

"Then why are you so agitated?" Leng Feng tossed her neat short hair. "Or do you know some inside information?"

"Hey, Leng Feng, you're such a gossip too?"

"After all, it's about the school beauty, so everyone's bound to be curious, right?"

"Stop talking about the school beauty all the time, it's kind of embarrassing..." Mo Xueyao scratched her cheek sheepishly, "I really don't know anything about it."

Leng Feng nodded, not dwelling on the matter any longer, and went back to playing his game of flicking the iron ruler on the table by himself.

Lu Bolun was initially quite calm, but after reading the contents of the letter, he found himself unable to remain composed.

This isn't a love letter at all; it's clearly a challenge to a fight.

The writing on it was very deep and the characters were large, clearly written by a boy.

Because boys generally write with more force and don't write very small characters—after all, their hands are only so big, and writing small characters feels a bit awkward.

"Kid, I've been wanting to beat you up for a long time. You're always trying to act cool, and you even stole my woman before. You deserve a beating. If you're a man, come and fight me."

"Meet me at noon today on the rooftop of the lab building. Don't bring anyone else, and don't tell anyone, or you'll regret it. If you don't come, don't even think about running away after school."

The letter was brief and somewhat puzzling.

Lu Bolun has a pretty good personality and many friends. He doesn't know who he offended. Judging from his appearance, it seems like he doesn't even have much interaction with this guy. He just doesn't like him...?

Who's so bored?

He subconsciously turned around and glanced at all the classmates. His gaze first fell on Li Hongran, but he quickly looked away. Although the sports committee member was big, he was a good-tempered guy and would not hold a grudge over such a trivial matter.

It's impossible for Chen Cheng either. Although he can fight, he has a girlfriend, and Lu Bolun knows that.

That petty guy...

I really can't recognize him.

After all, the boys in Class Two get along quite well.

Or perhaps they're not classmates?

Or is he the kind of person who is particularly good at disguising himself?

Lu Bolun's gaze finally landed on Jun Ruohuan, Li Wanyan's deskmate.

This roguish guy has looks that rival his, only slightly shorter, but he's never short of girlfriends and is a scumbag who frequently changes partners.

However, he is quite popular with the guys. He doesn't offend anyone, he can take a joke, and he often introduces girls to people. Several guys' girlfriends were introduced to him by him.

However, you can only know a person's face, not their heart. This boy who looks most like a hoodlum might actually be hiding a dark side.

As Luberon thought about it, he felt that the possibility of him was even greater.

You can't ask anyone for help, and you have to go alone.

What if the other party calls for help?

Perhaps it's best not to get involved in this kind of thing.