A Young Woman's Heart

"Did Xiaoxue get up early again?" Mo Xueyao curiously glanced at the sea behind the cliff, trying to find his figure.

However, it was empty; there was nothing there.

"It's impossible for me to still be sleeping in bed, right?" Hua Yinyin first ruled out the least likely option.

"...He wasn't up when I came out," Duanmu Ji said in a strange tone.

"Sigh—how is that possible? Would Xiaoxue have stayed in bed until now?"

"How would I know?" Duanmu Ji said, clearly a little pleased, as if Mr. Xue's image had diminished considerably in the eyes of the girls.

However, people don't actually have that much inner monologue.

"Let's go wake Xiaoxue up!" Mo Xueyao called out, her efficiency at this moment was very high.

"I want to see too!" Wang Jiale suddenly realized, "What does Xiaoxue wear in her room?"

"Huh?" Duanmu Ji was a little stunned, then his eyes became somewhat evasive and hesitant. When he finally made up his mind to speak, the girls all rushed up to him like crazy people.

Only Ye Wen and the other real teachers remained here.

"Wait a minute—" he shouted as he ran upstairs, "Xiaoxue isn't wearing pajamas in her room—!"

The girls didn't stop; instead, they ran even faster.

Because there were people in the room, the door wasn't locked at all. As soon as the doorknob was turned, everyone rushed in.

The two boys' dorm room was quite clean. Wang Jiale, who was about to run forward, was pulled back by Mo Xueyao: "Take off your shoes, Lele, don't make their room dirty."

"Huh, oh, I didn't look carefully. I thought boys' dorm rooms weren't cleaned."

"It's cleaner than our dorm, at least there's no hair." Hua Yinyin nodded seriously.

Mo Xueyao slapped the back of her head: "Nonsense! Our hair is so long, of course we lose hair all the time. It's so convenient for guys, they don't even have to clean their hair."

Fortunately, since we were going to the beach, everyone wore sandals or beach shoes that we had brought but rarely had a chance to wear, so they were easy to take off.

"Shh—" Wang Jiale made a shushing gesture, then tiptoed into the bedroom.

The curtains in the room had already been drawn back.

The hot wind from outside blew into the room, but Mr. Xue seemed unaffected by the heat, still wrapped tightly in his quilt.

Li Wanyan was the last to come in. She didn't seem to be there to join in the fun; rather, she seemed to be there to stop everyone or to supervise them.

She stood behind Mo Xueyao's shoulder and glanced at her: "She probably has a fever."

"Ah, I knew it. Xiaoxue wouldn't stay in bed. Could she really have a fever?"

Even healthy people can catch a cold and get a fever.

It's just that the number of times is relatively small.

So no one was too surprised, and they all gathered around the window.

But Mr. Xue's face was fair and clean, and he didn't look like he had a fever at all.

Wang Jiale curiously placed her hand on his forehead: "Hmm...it doesn't seem hot?"

"Let me try!" Hua Yinyin couldn't wait to join in the fun, touching it with both her palms and the backs of her hands.

"It doesn't seem hot."

"Could it be a low-grade fever?" Mo Xueyao muttered, pinching her chin.

However, Mr. Xue, who had been keeping his eyes closed, seemed to have been woken up.

He sat up groggily, his eyes still closed, and the blankets covering him slipped off naturally.

She wasn't wearing anything on her upper body, making her collarbones very prominent.

His skin was very fair, just like Mo Xueyao's snow-white skin.

Judging by their skin color alone, it seems as if they both have Russian ancestry.

His muscle definition is as beautiful as a Greek sculpture, especially the slightly curved lines.

Cha Li couldn't help but hold her breath.

Although Mr. Yuki, like all the other boys, only wore swimming trunks when going to the beach or during swimming lessons at school, everyone could freely see him shirtless.

But I always felt that this was different from what I saw in bed.

Just like on a commercial beach where there are bikini-clad beauties everywhere, most men won't stare for long. But if you're walking down an ordinary street and see a bikini-clad woman...

The taste is quite different.

Cha Li lowered her gaze a little further, but didn't see any fabric that should have been there.

The blankets blocked her continuing search.

Mr. Xue slowly opened his sleepy eyes, his gaze calmly sweeping over everyone.

Then he bent down, took out a pair of blue boxer shorts from the bedside table, and pulled the blankets up a bit, making a rustling sound.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Nobody knew what to do.

But once their gaze fell upon him, they were as if drawn by a magnet and could not look away.

He calmly put on what he was supposed to wear, then yawned and smiled, revealing eight teeth: "What's wrong?"

That smile was brighter than the summer sun.

"Uh-huh, I came to wake you up!" Wang Jiale quickly replied, "Are you alright? Do you have a fever? Why are you so late?"

"It's nothing," Mr. Xue nodded. "I was just sleeping in."

I can sleep in until 1 a.m.

Mo Xueyao suspected that this was not the Mr. Xue she knew.

However, this actually happened.

"Alright, alright, let's not waste any more time!" Mo Xueyao was only interested in this, unlike the other girls who were curiously looking inside, so she immediately said, "Let's go out and wait for Xiaoxue, then go play on the sea. We only have one afternoon left, ah, what a waste!"

"There are also events tonight." Li Wanyan seemed to know something.

Perhaps I overheard it when I went to Ye Wen's office.

"At night? What's fun to do at night at sea? Like taking a boat ride?"

"Ah."

"Taking a boat on the sea at night! Could we even spend the night at sea?!" Hua Yinyin exclaimed excitedly, slapping Mr. Xue's shoulder hard, leaving a clear five-finger mark on his fair skin. "Xiao Xue, get up quickly! Everyone's waiting for you!"

"Okay." Mr. Xue lifted the covers, stood up, folded the bedding as if no one else was there, and then walked into the bathroom.

Mo Xueyao asked herself, if it were her, she would probably feel embarrassed...

He truly has a strong heart.

But isn't this power a bit too much?

"Everyone, please leave," Li Wanyan said calmly.

Although the others hesitated, they obediently left.

Mr. Xue wasted no time and quickly dressed and came out.

"I changed into another pair of swim trunks, so I won't have to take them off to change later."

"Sigh, you just put it on like that? Be careful, you might fart and get a bulge."

"Cough, cough!" Ye Wen, who came over to check on the situation, coughed twice. She had put on her swimsuit earlier so it would be easier to take it off later...

The group descended the mountain in a grand procession. In order to save time, Mo Xueyao and Hua Yinyin even took the lead and ran.

A large ship was moored some distance away from the small dock I had visited several times.

Because it was too big, it was inconvenient to dock, so several yachts were waiting on the shore.

No one found it surprising at all, since they had already seen such a large cruise ship last summer. There weren't many rooms on board, but the deck was huge, and you could easily pitch a tent and spend the night there.

Chapter Seventy-One: Ye Banxia and the Setting Sun

A pebble is thrown into the river, creating a series of ripples.

"Gudong."

The sound was crisp and clear.

However, you can't hear it if you're too far away.

Because once you pass the roadside trees behind you, you'll find yourself on a bustling street with heavy traffic.

There was a rare traffic jam on the other side of the river, with a large truck blocking the road, unable to move forward or backward.

The traffic police arrived late and were doing their best to maintain order, while the large truck was slowly moving its body.

Ye Banxia got a little tired from squatting, and suddenly looked up. Her legs were numb, and she almost fell into the river.

Fortunately, there was a crooked willow tree nearby that I could barely hug.

There's no need to misunderstand, she didn't run away from home, nor did she come out to clear her head after being upset.

This is just a short journey back from tutoring class.

It was neither too early nor too late. She bought a serving of fried pork tenderloin from a tricycle on the roadside, not wanting her parents to find out, so she planned to eat it there before going home.

To avoid being scolded when I get home—"It's almost dinner time and you're still buying food outside. I won't give you any pocket money next time."

But kids are always greedy, and after passing by several times, I finally couldn't resist this time.

She glanced at her reflection in the river; the acne on her cheeks had faded somewhat, at least it wasn't as noticeable in the reflection.

She touched her cheek; there were still some acne scars there, which might never disappear, at most they would just fade a little.

Many times, we can only accept this reality.

Or rather, I've actually gotten used to it long ago.

—Just like any ordinary person.