A Young Woman's Heart

He sat casually in the chair, hung his bag (which contained few textbooks) on it, put his breakfast on the table, and crossed his legs.

The cheap styrofoam box was opened, and a cheap plastic smell mixed with strong seasoning wafted out. Each noodle had a few dried chili flakes stuck to it, indicating that it had been mixed evenly before being put into the lunchbox.

This was obviously bought near the school gate; that breakfast shop is known for its strong flavors and large portions.

Mo Xueyao would buy it occasionally, but after each time, she wouldn't want to eat their breakfast for at least a week.

Jun Ruohuan unscrewed the bottle of Very Cola, which was still slightly fogged and bubbling with water droplets, and took a big, refreshing gulp. Then he took another bottle out of the bag and said, "Here you go."

Li Wanyan frowned and covered her face with her arm.

"I got this bottle by exchanging it for a prize cap, and I can't drink it."

"Need not."

"Why are you being so polite with me?" He shoved the Coke into Li Wanyan's drawer, raising an eyebrow at her with an air of self-importance.

Li Wanyan's assessment of him can be summed up in just two words.

That is—naivety.

The sound of 'tap tap' came from the doorway; it was the sound of high heels.

The only people allowed to wear high heels at school are teachers.

Today, Ye Wen, dressed in a particularly simple outfit and with her hair tied in a single ponytail, walked into the classroom. The sound of her footsteps and the sound of raindrops hitting the leaves seemed to overlap, like the drumbeats of a dance.

"Wanyan, please distribute the Chinese monthly exam papers from last week and put them on everyone's desk. It would be best to weigh them down with something so they don't blow away."

"it is good."

"Let me help," Jun Ruohuan volunteered, standing up.

"Hmm, very conscientious, not bad. Then you and Wanyan can each have half."

Since the homeroom teacher had already said that, Li Wanyan couldn't say anything more, so she silently distributed the test papers with Jun Ruohuan.

The monthly exams are all out of 100 points. Although the Chinese monthly exams are always held in two consecutive periods, the time is still a bit short. Many students don't finish their essays, or they rush to finish them so that it doesn't look like they didn't finish. As a result, everyone's scores are generally not high.

Even Hua Yinyin only got 70 points because she didn't finish her essay.

Mo Zhuyou didn't have time to write the essay, so she only got a score of forty-something.

Wang Jiale, on the other hand, did the complete opposite. She wrote the essay first, and then wrote the rest of the essay, managing to get a passing grade...

Jun Ruohuan looked at everyone's scores with great interest when suddenly he received Li Wanyan's test paper.

"Oh my, class monitor, you're ninety-two!"

“You’re seventy-one.” Li Wanyan had just handed out his test paper.

"Not bad, not bad, one point higher than the class representative for Chinese." He seemed quite satisfied, casually stuffing the paper into his drawer without looking at it again.

The classroom remained deserted after the test papers were distributed.

The rain intensified slightly.

Many of them were blown by the wind and hit the windowpane, making a sound completely different from that of falling on the leaves.

The damp, cold wind made Li Wanyan's right wrist uncomfortable, so she kept rubbing it with her left hand to relieve the soreness.

"Cold?"

"not cold."

"How about trying this?" Jun Ruohuan pulled out a hand warmer from his schoolbag, a kind of hand warmer that was only useful in winter. It didn't have an inner liner, just the outer fuzzy cloth pocket for putting your hands in.

It's enough for this early summer, since it's not that cold even during the rainy season.

"It's clean. I washed it and put it in my bag without ever using it." Jun Ruohuan shook it vigorously, and no dust or dirt fell off, seemingly confirming his words.

"Need not."

"Alright, use it if you feel cold. Just leave it on the table." Jun Ruohuan said, then picked up the glass of water that Li Wanyan had placed on the table. "The water's all cold. Shall I go to the teacher's office and get you some hot water?"

"I'll do it myself."

"It's alright, sit down. Looking at you, are you on your period?" Jun Ruohuan said very naturally. "Hehe, it's good to rest more at times like this."

Li Wanyan was slightly surprised, as she felt she hadn't shown much difference from usual.

He seemed to read the expression on her face and smiled smugly, "Your face is a bit paler than usual, so I guessed, haha."

Then, without saying a word, he ran out of the classroom.

Before long, he returned with a cup of hot water.

Li Wanyan took out the scarf that she had been keeping in her schoolbag and wrapped it around her right wrist, which made her feel much more comfortable.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face. Although Jun Ruohuan acted a bit presumptuously, he at least helped a little.

Li Wanyan stared at the water glass placed on her desk and said 'thank you' expressionlessly.

"These are minor things. Isn't it normal for boys to take care of girls? Right?"

However, there is also a saying: "Those who offer unsolicited kindness are either treacherous or thieves."

Li Wanyan wasn't the kind of naive girl who was easily moved by him. This guy's sudden enthusiasm must mean he had something on his mind.

Could it be that he thinks he can win over Li Wanyan this way, just like he did with other girls before?

If he has always been a helpful person, then he shouldn't be targeting her specifically.

"Class monitor, don't you have any entertainment activities? Don't you have any hobbies? I see you just read books all day, it's pretty boring. How about we go see a movie this weekend? I happen to have a half-price discount coupon."

"I don't have time." Li Wanyan originally only wanted to say two words, but she still said them a little more tactfully.

"It's okay, I'll go when I have time. Anyway, it won't expire before September."

She simply stopped answering, but the guy didn't back down at all and continued chatting away, as noisy as a bee buzzing in her ear.

……

"Plop." Mo Xueyao stretched her fair arm out of the window, opened her palm, and caught a crystal drop of water falling from the eaves.

It was more fragile than the worst glass; the moment it landed in her hand, it shattered into countless small pieces, which scattered and disappeared into the air.

"Little Yaoyao, you're on your period and you still went to touch such cold rainwater? Be careful of menstrual cramps."

"Tch, I'm not you." Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her other hand and lazily turned her head back. "Only you would be rolling around in bed in pain."

"That was just a one-off thing! And that time it was because I ate too much ice cream!" Hua Yinyin shouted, gesturing wildly, holding her pipa and pressing her entire weight onto Mo Xueyao.

"Speaking of which, Wanyan is here too, but she's almost done." Mo Xueyao pouted her pink lips and complained, "Why does she have to come every month? Isn't it annoying?"

"There's nothing we can do, that's just how girls are. Actually, it's a good thing, it helps detoxify the body!"

Why doesn't the man use it?

"Hmm—a man's internal organs aren't that complicated?"

Mo Xueyao pouted and teased, "Precision things are such a hassle, aren't they? You have to maintain them every month, right?"

"Pfft, Xiaoyao's description is quite vivid." Wang Jiale covered her mouth and chuckled, placing a ponytail on Mo Xueyao's forehead.

"Hey, don't all come any closer."

"It's always cold when you're on your period, we're just trying to warm you up~"

“That’s right!” Hua Yinyin nodded in complete agreement.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but roll her eyes, nudged Wang Jiale's head with her arm, and pushed Hua Yinyin's body away with one hand: "I still feel very hot!"

"real or fake?"

"Touch it if you don't believe me." Mo Xueyao stretched out her little hand, which was immediately grabbed by Wang Jiale and Hua Yinyin, one by one.

"Wow—it's so warm! Hmm, Haruka's hands are so soft, they feel so nice to touch."

"Really? I want to touch it too!" Mo Zhuyou chimed in, leaning closer to join in the fun.

"That's strange. Everyone else's hands and feet are usually ice cold at this time, but why is Yaoyao's the opposite? Could she have a fever?"

"What the hell?!" Mo Xueyao pulled her hand away from Hua Yinyin's cheek. "This just means I'm healthy!"

“That’s a very normal phenomenon, indicating that estrogen secretion is high.” Mr. Xue nodded.

However, everyone suddenly looked at him with disgust, shrinking their necks and deliberately drawing out their words: "Eek—"

"How does Xiaoxue even know this?"

"He knows even more than girls do!"

"You didn't actually research these things, did you?"

Is Xiaoxue really a boy?

Mr. Xue grinned and touched his nose: "I've only seen it in some medical books, so I know a little bit about it."

"It's such a pity that Xiaoxue understands girls so well." Hua Yinyin rested her chin on Mo Xueyao's fluffy head and muttered.

Mo Xueyao slapped her rain-soaked hand onto Hua Yinyin's head, and asked with droopy eyelids, "What's the pity?"

"If it were a girl, wouldn't she be able to apply what she's learned?"

"Then you might as well just let Xiaoxue develop a uterine transplant surgery, so he can come." Mo Xueyao pouted.

"If this can be achieved, the social structure will likely undergo tremendous changes."

"Will it be a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Hehe... There's no such thing as good or bad technology, but I think it should be a good thing."

Mr. Xue also stretched his hand out of the window, caught a drop of rainwater flowing down the eaves, and said jokingly.

No one asked why, because Yu Shu, who was 'pampered' by everyone every day, pushed open the door and walked into the classroom...

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Chapter Eighty: The Sweet and Sour of Love

(One)

The rain carried away the dust.