A Young Woman's Heart

"Hmm..." Mr. Xue pursed his rosy lips and smiled mysteriously, "Are you about to leave this city?"

"Damn, you know that?!"

Is it hard to guess?

"Damn, Xiaoxue, your smile is so sarcastic! I really want to punch you!"

"Haha—" Mr. Xue laughed heartily, patting him on the shoulder, "Don't you know how to tell them apart?"

"Tsk, I actually planned this a long time ago. After the final exams, I'll treat the whole class to a get-together, like a farewell party for myself..." Gao Yuan wasn't indecisive; he was just undecided. After meeting Mr. Xue, he shared his thoughts. "Let's rent a room, or maybe my villa would be fine too, but... should we invite the whole class? What kind of activities should we do? Singing or drinking? Hmm... I feel like we could combine those two. Should we have a full day or half a day? Sigh... I really want to create a lasting memory for myself..."

“Let’s go to the park to talk.” Mr. Xue didn’t answer immediately, but nodded slightly, as if he was deep in thought.

This, on the contrary, gives people a lot of confidence in him.

This is also why I don't ask Liu Xiaowei or Zhou Yong for help, because these two friends are always joking around, and sometimes even when we're talking about something serious, they always manage to steer the conversation to strange places.

Gao Yuan himself is that kind of person, so he can only feel somewhat helpless about it.

Birds of a feather flock together, after all!

"Wait a minute, I'm going to buy drinks! Xiaoxue, have you had dinner yet?"

"have eaten."

"Oh—then I'll buy some snacks!"

"Please feel free." Mr. Xue smiled, without putting on any insincere politeness.

As the evening sun slowly sank below the horizon, many students carried their schoolbags home. Mr. Xue, however, was quite leisurely. He even had time to go upstairs to put his things away before coming down to wait for Gao Yuan to come out after buying his things.

However, he still wore those sunglasses on his face.

"Xiaoxue, do you often pretend to be a fortune teller after school...?"

"Occasionally."

"Is anyone actually going to do the calculations?"

"Occasionally."

Sometimes, Gao Yuan really couldn't stand Mr. Xue's slightly humble smile.

While humility is a virtue, this guy's abilities are so great that sometimes his humility sounds like mockery.

It's like someone who is clearly very good at a musical instrument, but only hears others say "I know a little bit," and then when they actually perform, they amaze everyone...

It's absolutely infuriating!

Mr. Xue took the potato chips that Gao Yuan handed him and took two bites with a 'crunch crunch'.

"Impressive memories don't necessarily require any special events—but creating memorable memories through events is the simplest way."

"What do you mean?"

"Therefore, fun activities are necessary."

"Um...how about singing?"

"Let's leave it for tonight."

"Does this mean playing all day?"

“Yes.” Mr. Xue nodded with a smile. “Why don’t we hold it at your house?”

"Uh... is this a good idea?" Gao Yuan was a little worried that her family's villa would make her classmates feel too uncomfortable.

"No problem, but it would be best if you were home alone that day."

"That's fine. I'll talk to my parents and ask them to leave." Gao Yuan waved his hand, indicating that it was no big deal.

Mr. Xue picked up a potato chip with two fingers, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly for a while before saying leisurely, "Let's invite all the classmates together, because that's all your memories, and it won't be right if anyone is missing."

"Hmm...yes, that's right." Gao Yuan coughed twice and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Xue, what do you think about having an activity like...like two people eating a cookie stick from opposite ends?"

"Hehe, of course, but the method must be random."

"Definitely... Ah... I was just thinking, should we buy some alcohol? Beer or cocktails? I doubt anyone can drink baijiu... Last time I tried, Mo Xueyao seemed to be the only girl who could drink a whole bottle..."

Alcoholic beverages are fine.

"Thank you so much, Xiaoxue."

"I didn't do anything, I just helped you make the choice." Mr. Xue reached deeper into the potato chip bag. "We can think about what games and activities are suitable for you later."

"You help me think of something, Xiaoxue!"

"Of course, but think it over first. If the content of the activity is not enough, I will help you supplement it."

“Uh… that’s fine…” Gao Yuan sighed. “Sigh… I really don’t want to part ways…”

"It's only a year earlier," Mr. Xue said, gently patting his slightly plump back.

……

Chapter 74: Infatuated with Li Wanyan?

2001 5 Month 18 Day.

The weather seemed to have reverted to early spring.

The temperature had previously soared to over 30 degrees Celsius, but the continuous rainy weather has caused it to drop back to 16 or 17 degrees Celsius.

It didn't rain today, but the sun didn't peek out from behind the clouds either.

The weather forecast on the radio said it would be like this all day.

Mo Xueyao put on the tights she hadn't worn for several days, wrapped a school uniform jacket over them, but still shivered in the cold morning wind.

"Achoo! Achoo!! Achoo!!!" She sneezed three times in a row, feeling as if her head had been hit by a car, and was a little dizzy. "Why is it suddenly cold again? Phew, isn't it summer already?"

Li Wanyan hugged the backpack to her chest, unzipped it, took out a fluffy scarf, and draped it around Mo Xueyao's neck.

The latter scratched his cheek somewhat awkwardly: "It's already May, after all. Isn't it a bit excessive to wear a scarf or something?"

"If you're cold, wrap yourself up." Li Wanyan tied a knot in her scarf. "That way you won't catch a cold."

"Ah... um, I'll put it away when we get to the classroom." Mo Xueyao still felt that wearing a scarf in this season was a bit embarrassing, as if it made her look fragile.

Li Wanyan did not answer, but quickened her pace slightly and walked ahead of her.

The sudden drop in temperature caused a mottled stray cat to curl up in an abandoned cardboard box next to a trash can, with only the tip of its furry tail sticking out.

Cats all over the world seem to love crawling into cardboard boxes.

The same applies to brittle.

Perhaps for it, the fruit shop is like paradise, because there are so many cardboard boxes there every day, big and small, that it can choose from.

Mo Xueyao had a strong suspicion that one day when she took out the trash, she might accidentally throw away the cardboard box where Su Tang was lying...

However, this is practically impossible because the weights are significantly different.

However, it is possible to crush it when pressing cardboard boxes.

Last time, its tail was caught, and it screamed and jumped onto the roof, where it didn't come down for a long time.

Pushing open the small iron gate of the school and walking in, the door of the security booth was wide open. An uncle with a scar on his face was eating a bowl of hot and sour noodles, sweating profusely. He had even taken off his security guard jacket, wearing only a thin short-sleeved shirt, which was in stark contrast to Mo Xueyao, who was wrapped in a scarf.

"Hey, it's winter already?" the security guard joked. "Why are you all wrapped up in scarves? Are you that cold?"

"Uh... It was a little chilly in the morning, but I got warm after walking around for a while."

"Your health is still too poor; you need to exercise more."

"It's alright... I don't feel very cold..." Mo Xueyao whispered in defense, "Besides, I've been exercising all along, okay?"

"Haha, but girls are indeed more afraid of the cold, it's normal." The uncle picked up the plastic bowl, finished the last mouthful of hot and sour soup, and let out a comfortable burp. "I feel like I'm about to die from the heat."

Luckily, she's a girl; if she were a boy, she'd probably be accused of being dramatic.

But she couldn't help but pout, looking a little unhappy.

So as soon as she entered the classroom, she took off her scarf and returned it to Li Wanyan.

"Aren't you cold anymore?"

"Yeah, it wasn't cold to begin with."

"Even boys don't always have to be strong."

"Cough cough!"

Whenever Li Wanyan brought up Mo Xueyao's past identity, she always felt extremely embarrassed.

Because at times like this, she feels ashamed as if she, as a boy, had been caught secretly wearing women's clothing.

"Oh, well, I'm going to the band room!" She put down her schoolbag, her face slightly flushed, and ran out with her keyboard on her back, as if some terrifying ghost was lurking in the classroom.

Mr. Snow arrived a little later than usual today.

After a long silence, Jun Ruohuan stepped into the classroom.

Li Wanyan, who was holding a book and previewing the textbook, did not look up after hearing footsteps. She only caught a glimpse of him sitting down next to her out of the corner of her eye, and felt a slight vibration on the ground due to the movement of the table and chairs.

"The class monitor comes so early every day, all alone?"

Li Wanyan's silence didn't shut him up; instead, he continued talking to himself, "Oh, right, and Mo Xueyao, she should have gone to the band room, right?"

Jun Ruohuan hung his schoolbag on the chair, curiously leaned on the table, and looked at her from the side, very close: "Doing the same thing every morning, isn't it boring? And studying isn't that stressful, is it?"

She glanced at him, then took out a workbook her math teacher had given her from under the desk. Most people hate these things; having to do extra problems in them feels like a punishment.

But Li Wanyan was happy to do it, because it was as essential to her as nourishment.

"Tsk tsk, class monitor." His tone carried a hint of deliberate humor. "You're not worried that your grades will drop and you won't be able to stay on as class monitor, are you? Actually, taking a break now and then is the best way to study. You don't have to work so hard."

He didn't feel rejected at all; instead, he talked even more enthusiastically: "Hey, since there's no one in the classroom anyway, and we're bored, how about we talk about something else? Hehe... how did you get the scar on your right hand?"

"Your wrist must have been seriously injured before. In that case, it's better to write less, otherwise your hand will start to hurt after a while."

"Your nails are very neatly trimmed. Nowadays, girls like to keep their nails long. There aren't many like you anymore."

"Squad leader, what shampoo did you use last night? It smelled so strong."