A Young Woman's Heart

I don't know if she's trained, but she always throws chalk with incredible accuracy, and it hurts a lot. To exaggerate a bit, it's like a bullet fired from an air gun.

“Okay, teacher, no problem!” Jun Ruohuan answered very sincerely, but the smile on his face seemed rather cynical.

It's just that he's handsome; otherwise, that smiling face would be really annoying.

He stretched half of his elbow onto Li Wanyan's desk, as if they were very intimate.

Li Wanyan frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. She simply moved her body a little to the left.

She seemed to find his scent quite offensive.

"What is Jun Ruohuan doing? It's like he's harassing Wanyan," Mo Xueyao muttered softly, resting her chin on her hands.

Leng Feng, who was standing to the side, was as absent-minded as ever, but she heard what the person next to her was saying very clearly. She turned her head curiously and looked over, then lowered her voice and laughed, "Jun Ruohuan seems to like the class monitor?"

"Him? He probably only likes good-looking women." Although I don't know him well, there are quite a few rumors about him. "Has this playboy broken up with his girlfriend again?"

"Pfft, logically speaking, he shouldn't be eating the grass near his own nest, right?"

"What if there's no grass left?" Mo Xueyao muttered under her breath. "Tsk, how disgusting. Trying to look cool on purpose, can't she look in the mirror and see how stupid she looks?"

"Does Xiaoyao have a lot of opinions about him?"

"Tch... I have a lot of opinions about scumbags."

"Having many girlfriends doesn't necessarily mean someone is a scumbag."

"What's wrong, Leng Feng? You like him?"

"Hmm—it's alright, it's just that I think he's handsome, and looking at him occasionally makes me feel good."

"Tsk tsk, women."

"You make it sound like you're not the one doing it."

"Ahem." While they were chatting, Wang Qianyu walked down from the podium while giving her lecture.

She always liked to walk around the classroom while lecturing, which allowed the boys to observe the details of her clothes more closely.

Of course, the purpose of doing this is simply to get some students who don't pay attention to focus.

"Holy crap, these socks are see-through!" Le Tingfeng watched Wang Qianyu approach and then walk away, and couldn't help but bump into his deskmate Duanmu Ji, whispering.

"Uh, um..."

"Damn, those white stockings are so beautiful..."

"Le Tingfeng." Wang Qianyu, who had her back to him, turned around with a smile. "Stand up and tell me, how do you say 'hollowed-out' in English?"

"Huh? This? Uh...hollow...?"

"You're half right. Actually, you should add 'out' at the end. Now, try making a sentence."

"Huh? Make a sentence...?" Le Tingfeng's face turned bright red because all he could think of right now was the phrase 'lace stockings'. Although he knew how to say it in English, he felt it was too embarrassing to say something like that at this moment...

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Chapter Seventy-Three: Gao Yuan's Melancholy

To outsiders, Gao Yuan is a complete troublemaker. Although he's almost an adult, he seems to feel uncomfortable if he doesn't get a good scolding every day. But even though he's always acting silly and causing trouble, it's still impossible for anyone to get angry with him.

After all, he also brought a lot of laughter to others.

A person like him must be happy every day, an absolute optimist, and even his appearance is like that of a little Maitreya Buddha.

Although he had no worries about food and clothing.

You can buy whatever you want.

His parents would bring him game consoles when they traveled abroad, even though most parents wouldn't buy them for their children.

The game console ban was like a law that didn't exist for him.

On one occasion, when he wanted to go on vacation to the beach, his parents simply bought a villa there.

Having everything easily doesn't mean he's someone who doesn't know how to cherish things.

Or rather, what he cherishes is not material, but spiritual.

That is, feelings.

The reason I came to Yukong High School, an ordinary high school, was because Zhou Yong and Liu Xiaowei, who had been my junior high school classmates, were also there. Back in junior high, the three of them were close friends who often teased each other.

Thanks to his efforts, the time for studying abroad was repeatedly delayed.

But ultimately, it couldn't be delayed any longer.

He has to leave this summer.

He will start over from the second year of high school.

In a country where no one knows the people or places.

Even if his parents support him with connections and money, it will still be an unknown and bewildering place for him; even if he has been to those places before; even if there are some peers from country Z in those places; even if he will make new friends in the future...

But he always felt that he would never make such good friends again.

Moreover, this departure is tantamount to parting ways with those friends who are ordinary people.

Perhaps we won't see each other again for many years.

Even if a class reunion is held eventually, when we meet again, all that will be left is awkwardness.

"How come time flies so fast?" Gao Yuan scratched his hair until it looked like a bird's nest, leaned his whole body backward, and then fell to the ground with a 'thud' along with the chair.

He wasn't in a hurry to get up, so he simply lay there, staring at the snow-white ceiling.

I just want to lie here like this.

It's as if time would never flow forward in this state.

"what--"

I finally get a day off today.

Yes, for Gao Yuan, even weekends are packed with classes.

This has been the case since the second year of high school.

This semester has been even busier.

Such ordinary days, without tutors coming to the door, are extremely rare.

Wasting time is never a good thing.

He scrambled to his feet, hooked the chair with his foot, and straightened it.

"No matter what, we have to make some arrangements... a farewell party, right?" he muttered to himself. "Who should I talk to... Liu Xiaogou or Zhou Yong? Never mind, I'd better not tell them the exact date I'm leaving."

After much thought, it seems there is only one suitable candidate.

Gao Yuan is a man of action.

The truth is, I don't consider many aspects; once I think of something, I'll just do it.

By the time he snapped out of his thoughts, he was already standing next to the taxi.

It's not getting on the bus, it's getting off.

"Young man—you're short two yuan in change!" the driver shouted, leaning out of the window.

"Huh? Oh, okay." Gao Yuan casually stuffed the hundred-yuan bill into his pocket. "No need for coins!"

Because he had more important things to do, although they weren't actually that urgent...

When he got here, he remembered something important.

That is—although he knew which neighborhood Mr. Xue lived in, he did not know the specific unit number.

"Damn, tsk... who should I ask... what's Xiaoxue's phone number again?" Gao Yuan quickly flipped through his phone, but then realized that he had just gotten a new phone recently, and apart from his parents' numbers, he hadn't saved anyone else's number.

Mr. Xue's residential area is located on the outskirts of Hangzhou.

This place is somewhat remote. Although the community is newly built, its layout is quite old.

Unlike Gao Yuan's residence, there is no wall around the community here. The entire community is intertwined with shops and markets. The only difference between it and the urban village is that the buildings are all of the same style and are all six stories high. The surrounding environment is also slightly cleaner.

Gao Yuan came here once before. Although he didn't go upstairs, he did go downstairs. If you can find him, you should be able to hear him if you call from downstairs.

He could only make one last attempt.

Otherwise, I'll have to go home...

The cost of the taxi wasn't a big deal, it was just the wasted time that was annoying.

But as he wandered around this maze-like neighborhood, he felt that all the buildings seemed pretty much the same, the only difference being the shops downstairs.

"Friend, want your fortune told?" Just as he was at a loss, a voice suddenly rang out from his feet. He looked down and saw a fair-skinned man wearing sunglasses sitting cross-legged on a futon. In front of him was a small stall with Bagua diagrams, bronze mirrors, strangely shaped stones... all sorts of things related to fortune telling.

Seeing that Gao Yuan did not answer, he pushed up his sunglasses again, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and softly recited: "First is fate, second is luck, third is feng shui, fourth is accumulating good deeds, and fifth is fame and merit. What would you like to know?"

"Damn it, if you could figure out which building, unit, and apartment number my friend lives in, that would be great, but you can't! What's the point of talking?" Gao Yuan rolled his eyes in annoyance. He didn't want to say anything more, afraid that the memory that might pop up at any moment would suddenly disappear.

Recalling things that are vaguely remembered is incredibly painful.

Gao Yuan had already pulled out several strands of hair, but she still couldn't remember which building it was.

"Yes, the friend you're looking for lives in Unit 2, Building 9, Room 603."

"Huh?" Gao Yuan turned his head and began to examine the fortune teller carefully.

He didn't seem to be making fun of himself, but how did he know?

Although he was wearing large sunglasses, he looked strangely familiar.

"Damn!" He finally recognized who it was.

“Hehe…” Mr. Xue took off his sunglasses and said with a smile, “I was wondering when you would recognize me.”

"Damn it..." Gao Yuan swallowed back the curse, "Xiao Xue, what are you doing? Are you pretending to be a fortune teller here?"

"It's nice to try something fun once in a while." Mr. Xue began packing up his stall. "What's up? Did you need something?"

"Haha, aren't you a fortune teller? You should be able to predict what's going on with me, right?" Gao Yuan jokingly put his arm around his shoulder. "Let's see what I need from you?"