A Young Woman's Heart

"Alright, your parents will all be coming this afternoon. After school, please come to the administration office on your own."

"Okay, Teacher Yin!"

Li Wanyan walked behind Jun Ruohuan, followed by the boys who had just left the office.

They recognized Jun Ruohuan, who was walking at the front, and they all burst into sarcastic laughter.

"This guy only got a warning, I really want to beat him up again."

"Yes."

"Forget it, we'll just get a disciplinary action again. Why bother fighting? You don't like that girl anyway, do you?"

"Tsk, I just feel embarrassed."

"Haha, you're quite frank, kid." Those people deliberately walked past Jun Ruohuan quickly, raising their voices a few decibels so he could hear them clearly.

Li Wanyan returned to the classroom around the same time as Jun Ruohuan.

She gave Ye Banxia the menstrual pain medication and safflower tea, and relayed Su Yuqing's original words to her.

"Squad leader, phew... thank you so much..."

"Mm." Li Wanyan nodded gently and sat back down in her seat.

Jun Ruohuan gritted her teeth and suddenly tore the letter of self-criticism in front of her into pieces as if she had gone mad, then slammed her fist on the table.

The few students in the classroom all glanced at him instinctively.

“Gao Yuan.” Li Wanyan suddenly raised her head and looked at Gao Yuan.

"What are you doing?" Gao Yuan, who was about to go downstairs with Liu Xiaowei to buy snacks, stopped at the classroom door.

"Have you written a self-criticism before?"

"I wrote it!" Liu Xiaowei proudly raised his hand.

"Can you find it?"

"It should still be there." After all, Liu Xiaowei's backpack was like a trash can, and nobody knew what else he might have left behind.

"What do you mean?" Jun Ruohuan felt insulted and looked coldly at Li Wanyan.

She ignored him and simply accepted the letter of self-criticism written by Liu Xiaowei—this was probably the rare time this guy wrote neatly.

"Take it and copy it."

"You are sick?"

"If you don't write properly, it will turn into a demerit."

"Mind your own business, huh? You don't think you're being kind by doing this, do you? I don't need your pity. Disgusting, and you don't need to pretend you don't hate me."

She glanced at him sideways, then acted as if she hadn't heard him at all and went about her own business.

“This is the class monitor’s responsibility.” Li Wanyan only looked up and said this after he threw Liu Xiaowei’s self-criticism into the trash can.

The latter did not appreciate the gesture and just kept snickering.

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Chapter 105 Tian Tingchan and An Ruosu

Summer vacation for university students is approaching, and school cafeterias will be closed during holidays.

This means that cheap lunches are no longer available.

Sometimes, lunch at the school cafeteria is cheaper than cooking at home.

For example, a serving of beef, a serving of braised pork, and a serving of vegetables would only cost two yuan and fifty cents in total.

You should know that the amount of substance in this is quite substantial.

Moreover, the school cafeteria also offers breakfast; two meat buns cost only 50 cents.

Tian Tingchan often buys breakfast and lunch at school, and packs up the extras to take home and eat when she gets hungry.

This saved her a lot of money.

The two months of summer vacation were enough to cover my expenses with the salary from tutoring at Yu Jinyu's house, but that would leave little surplus.

After all, the cost of food has increased.

So she's been thinking lately that she should find another part-time job that doesn't conflict with her schedule.

She doesn't necessarily have to be a tutor; she can work as a convenience store clerk or a restaurant server.

Of course, these places are likely to be busiest on weekends, and they don't allow rest, so you can only see if you can adjust your schedule.

Either find a part-time job with weekends off, or approach Yu Jinyu's father and ask him to adjust the class schedule to two of the days between Monday and Friday.

The campus, which had a relaxed atmosphere just over a month ago, is now filled with students rushing around, and the school library is packed with people.

Those who didn't attend classes properly or didn't study hard before are now cramming at the last minute.

College students in this era are generally quite capable, so last-minute cramming can be very effective, at least most of them can pass the exam.

Tian Tingchan is not in this category. She attends every class and studies diligently. Now she just needs to wait for the final exam. Excessive stress in studying will only make her confuse the knowledge.

As she stepped out of the school gate, a gentle breeze lifted her short hair, which she had just trimmed last week. She had blow-dried it in the morning, making it look a little fluffy and giving her a touch of cuteness.

It's a bit far to get home, so I have to take the bus.

However, perhaps because of the heavy rain that had just fallen that morning, the air was exceptionally fresh, and it was very cool whenever there was a breeze.

Cars passing by always stirred up gusts of cool breeze. Tian Tingchan glanced at the crowded bus stop and finally decided to walk back.

It will probably take about 40 to 50 minutes to walk, so let's just consider it a shopping trip.

You can also check along the way to see what part-time jobs are available, observe in advance, and after the final exams, you'll have a better idea of ​​which shops are hiring and which ones are suitable for you.

In the city center, clothing stores are the most numerous.

Perhaps it's because clothing sells better in these places, since they are in the city center and many people there have sufficient purchasing power.

"Hiring summer workers, base salary 300 plus commission, monthly payment." Such a poster stands in front of a large clothing store with a bright shop window.

This clothing store has two floors and looks much more 'grand' than the one next door. It sells women's clothing, from close-fitting to casual to formal wear for formal occasions.

The number of customers inside seemed somewhat sparse compared to the spacious storefront.

There was only one cashier and one sales assistant in the store, so they couldn't take care of all the customers, but this actually made Tian Tingchan feel much more at ease.

She came in to check out the environment and see if there were any clothes at reasonable prices.

As for what to buy, she hadn't decided yet, so she just wandered around and looked at things casually.

There are cameras everywhere here, and in front of the cashier there is a bulky white computer with a large screen that displays all the surveillance footage.

Generally, only larger chain stores are equipped with such advanced equipment, and they mostly recruit young people, since young people learn things faster.

She strolled around the first floor and then went up to the second floor.

There was also a staff member walking around here. After all, there were several guests upstairs, and relying solely on the surveillance footage would inevitably lead to oversights.

Tian Tingchan walked along the wall to the corner and looked up at a blue and white dress that she had noticed before.

It was hung on the wall, laid out very flat, allowing one to notice every detail on it.

In summer, this color always feels very comfortable to look at because it brings a refreshing feeling.

Standing to the side was a boy who looked like a high school student.

Tian Tingchan noticed that he was wearing Zhou Yong's school uniform.

When a boy walks into a store that only sells women's clothing, he inevitably attracts some attention.

Seemingly noticing Tian Tingchan's gaze, he deliberately raised his voice slightly, as if talking to himself, yet also as if speaking to her: "I wonder what style my little sister likes..."

She glanced at him sideways, looking him up and down.

This is a boy who takes very good care of himself; there isn't a speck of dirt even behind his ears—boys of this age usually neglect this area when they take a shower.

In addition, most people don't have the means to shower every day, so they always look greasy or dark.

His hair was a little long for a guy, almost touching his ears, and it was neatly combed.

He didn't have a strong body odor, just a slight sweaty smell, which is common for boys his age.

Or rather, it's the smell of sweat mixed with the smell of lemon.

Tian Tingchan looked him up and down, and he was also cautiously glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. Then he muttered to himself, "Anyway, we're about the same size. I should be able to use myself as a model to compare..."

She blinked, and her gaze toward him grew increasingly strange.

Several times, she wanted to speak, but in the end she said nothing. Finally, when the boy carried the selected dresses to the dressing room, she pointed to the blue sky and white cloud-colored dress she had looked at earlier: "This one should suit you... little sister."

"Ah..." His face immediately turned red with embarrassment, "Uh, yes, my sister's figure is about the same as mine..."

"Yes, that's what I mean." Tian Tingchan nodded seriously.

"Thank you... I'll try... I'll try it for my sister..."

"Do you need any help?" Tian Tingchan suddenly blinked mischievously.

"No, no need..."

He hurriedly picked up the dress and ran to the dressing room door without thinking.

There's a whole row of changing rooms here, but only the first one is occupied.

Just then, a staff member who was patrolling the entire second floor walked by. She tilted her head and looked at him, but did not stop walking.

But the clean-cut young man immediately explained, "I'm trying this on for my sister... She's about the same size as me, it's her birthday, I want to give her a surprise..."

"Oh." The staff member nodded expressionlessly, which made the boy feel much more relaxed.

Then, the locker room door was quickly closed.

Tian Tingchan took a fancy to a pair of slim-fit jeans, so she carried them into the locker room next to the boy.

A rustling sound came from next door, along with a muffled murmur that was not quite audible.

Tian Tingchan strained her ears and slowed her movements, finally managing to hear a few words clearly.