A Young Woman's Heart

A good man is one who is afraid of his wife.

—Even though Mo Xueyao disagrees with this.

But perhaps that's true, because how could a man possibly lose to a woman?

Pretending to be afraid of your wife is actually the greatest respect you can give her.

Many people even enjoy doing this...

Most of them are men from City S.

So much so that in many places people say that the men in S City are all 'little men'.

"Hey, class monitor," Cha Li leaned against the podium and asked jokingly, "Since you're living at Xiao Yao's house every day now, do you eat fruit all the time?"

"Um……"

"Oh, I'm so envious. I wish I could eat fruit every day."

"Mm." Li Wanyan nodded gently.

Actually, she had the same dream when she was a child.

I wish my parents owned a grocery store or a fruit shop.

That way, you'll have an endless supply of snacks or fruit.

Children's dreams are always so simple and pure.

"How's it like staying at Xiaoyao's house?" Chali blinked, a hint of teasing in her eyes. "You get to eat fruit every day, isn't that wonderful?"

"Ah."

What's the class monitor's favorite food?

"banana."

"why?"

"Cheap."

This answer left Cha Li silent for a long time before she quietly finished eating the watermelon in her hand.

I didn't ask again after that.

……

(four)

"Awen—" Ye Wen was called out by the students as soon as she entered the classroom.

Cha Li excitedly handed over a slice of somewhat shriveled watermelon.

"You even treated me to watermelon, how kind of you!"

"It was brought by the class monitor!"

"Oh? Did Wanyan bring this?" Ye Wen looked at Li Wanyan curiously, but the latter pretended not to hear and focused on her textbook.

In a little while, she will have to go upstairs for her morning reading.

Originally, Chinese was scheduled for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and English for Tuesdays and Thursdays. However, since both class representatives, Wang Jiale and Hua Yinyin, went to the Snow Music Team, Li Wanyan has been leading the reading from Monday to Friday.

If there's really no time, I'll have Lu Bolun do the English, and Mr. Xue or Cha Li do the Chinese.

She decides on the content for the morning reading sessions.

I usually read the texts I've just learned to reinforce my memory.

If not, then read the most important, and also the most difficult to remember, articles.

In English, I would repeatedly read some important words.

There's no need to worry about the morning reading sessions for Class 2 of Grade 11.

Even someone like Liu Xiaowei, even if he doesn't read, won't disrupt the order.

The others were also very self-aware.

After all, this is considered an elite class.

Even Liu Xiaowei, if placed in a lower-ranked class, would still be considered to have above-average grades.

The students who can get into this class are either talented, hardworking, or both.

Some people, relying on their talent, become complacent after consistently achieving decent grades.

Liu Xiaowei must be one of them.

Gao Yuan used to be like that, but his grades have really improved a lot recently.

He has become much more attentive in class.

However, when get out of class ended, it was much more noisy than before.

I wish I could make the ten minutes between classes last an hour.

"Mmm—this watermelon is so sweet."

"Right? Where's the watermelon from Class Monitor's house... Xiaoyao's house?!"

"Great! I'll go home with you guys after school today and we can buy some watermelon to eat. Tianyin's been asking for watermelon lately." Ye Wen said, taking another bite and chewing it slowly.

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Chapter Ninety-Three: More Interaction

Sunny days are becoming more frequent.

I really miss the endless rainy days of last week.

The indoor thermometer readings jumped from the twenties to the thirties.

Thirty-two degrees.

A temperature that's neither too high nor too low.

However, the air blown by the ceiling fan alone is clearly not enough to dispel the heat.

Even if ice was brought in and placed at the back of the classroom, it was only better than nothing.

Moreover, in many cases, only the students in the back rows of the classroom could feel that it was a little cooler.

Hot weather always makes people less inclined to move around.

Because even a little activity will make you sweat profusely.

The school uniforms at Yukong High School are all made of pure cotton. Every time you sweat, the cotton absorbs all the sweat, causing the clothes to smell like sweat. If they are not washed clean enough, the smell will still be there even after they are dried.

Every time her mother tried to wash off the sweat from Mo Xueyao's body, she had to go to great lengths.

Therefore, he often nags.

Actually, many times, it's simply because her nose is too sensitive.

Logically speaking, most people shouldn't be able to smell it.

—At least that's what Mo Xueyao thinks.

Sometimes, it's not a good thing for clothes to be washed too clean.

Because there will always be a lingering smell of laundry detergent.

When combined with the subtle fruit and floral scents of the fruit shop, it always surprises the boys.

For example, Yue Tingfeng and Duanmu Ji behind her.

These two were smelling it the whole time during class.

If you insist on saying it's a young girl's natural scent...

Mo Xueyao was extremely embarrassed upon hearing this.

In fact, most girls don't have much of a natural body odor.

To be honest, it's just the natural scent of hormones that emanates from the body after washing.

What most boys actually smell isn't even that.

It's the scent of shampoo or shower gel—or even the smell of laundry detergent.

Mo Xueyao remembered that the laundry detergent used at home was lemon-scented, and there were lavender-scented insect repellent pills in the wardrobe, which is why she always smelled a strong fruity and floral fragrance on her.

After all, even if you live in a fruit shop every day, the mixed aromas shouldn't be that strong.

"Why do girls' hair smell so good?" Perhaps because they were reviewing geography, Yue Tingfeng and Duanmu Ji were constantly distracted and barely listened to a word the teacher said throughout the entire class.

Duanmu Ji responded with silence, but that did not mean he had not thought about it.

A few minutes later, he abruptly replied, "Because she's a girl."

"That's like you didn't answer anything at all." Le Tingfeng rolled his eyes, picked up a strand of hair that Mo Xueyao had fallen out, and scratched Duanmu Ji's cheek. "Hey, look, girls lose hair all the time."

"Don't do that." He slapped Yue Tingfeng's hand away. "Maybe girls just bathe cleaner than us."

"Really? I think I washed myself pretty clean."

Duanmu Ji raised an eyebrow and scrutinized Yue Tingfeng from head to toe: "...You? You're clean?"

"No?"

"The area behind your ears is all black, and you still say you've washed it clean."

"What? Here?"

"right……"

"Isn't it normal not to pay attention here?"

"Girls will even notice this."

"No wonder it smells good."

It's summer now.