A Young Woman's Heart

It smelled like a toilet that had been sitting for three days and three nights without being flushed.

"What are you going to do?" Mo Xueyao grabbed the U-lock in the basket, and the thought of possibly fighting with this strange guy actually made her a little excited.

After all, she still thinks like a boy.

Men are always more willing to face unknown challenges, especially when confronting danger, they will unconsciously feel their blood boil.

This may be related to physiological hormones, but it is definitely also closely related to ways of thinking.

“Little sister… Uncle… I’ll show you the goldfish… okay? Hehe…” The man laughed like a madman, suddenly ripped open his coat, revealing nothing underneath except an ugly thing sticking up high.

Mo Xueyao glanced around a few times with droopy eyelids, feeling nothing but nausea.

It's not like I haven't seen it before.

She's had this before!

"Is this what you wanted to say?" Mo Xueyao had already gripped the U-shaped car lock in her hand. "I have to leave. Don't block the way."

"Why are we leaving? Haha... Such a nice day, why don't we do something more fun?" the man said, placing his other hand, which he used to lift his clothes, on Mo Xueyao's shoulder, as if he wanted to tear open her school uniform jacket.

"Get out of my way!" Mo Xueyao shouted angrily, shaking her body forcefully and knocking the other person's hand away.

What angered her most was that she was treated like a little girl who seemed easy to bully!

That damn pervert.

She gritted her teeth, her body trembling slightly, not out of fear, but because the thought of fighting someone made her somewhat excited.

“Hey…you won’t listen to reason…you’ll have to suffer the consequences. Do you know who I am? Hmm? I’m…the police chief!” The sallow-faced man pointed to himself with his thumb. “Killing you won’t get you a sentence, understand? If you know what’s good for you, just give in, hehe…maybe I’ll even take pity on you and let you smoke a few more puffs of opium…”

As the man spoke, he lunged forward, causing Mo Xueyao to lose her balance and fall to the ground along with her bicycle.

Although he looked thin, he was still a grown man, and his weight pressed down on Mo Xueyao, making her feel like she couldn't breathe.

The excitement of about to fight suddenly turned into fear, but the more panicked I became, the less strength I could muster.

But the other person's mouth was already almost touching Mo Xueyao's collarbone.

"Hey... milky smell, tsk tsk, smells good... schoolgirls are so clean..."

"Stop!" Just then, a weak, angry shout rang out. A somewhat gloomy-looking boy rushed forward, grabbed the man by the back of his collar, and tried to pull him up. But the man was as slippery as an eel and actually let him rip off his clothes.

Now it has turned into a disgusting and ugly toad.

"Looking for death... Do you want to ruin my good time?" The man slowly stood up. Although he was thin, he was not short, almost 1.8 meters tall, at least half a head taller than the gloomy boy.

The oppressive feeling from looking down made the boy appear somewhat nervous.

"Let her go! You piece of trash!" But the boy, emboldened by the roar, charged forward first, intending to strike first.

A fist landed on the man's face, and he didn't flinch at all.

They punched him so hard his face swelled up.

This made the boy hesitate, and he subconsciously held back a bit of force in his second punch.

He seemed to have little fighting experience, and while he was making his move, he was also worried that he might kill the person.

But the result was that the second punch was far too slow, and the man caught his fist.

"Useless! After smoking opium, I have boundless strength and am indestructible. Your punch is like a tickle, haha! You kid... you're quite handsome, so I'll take you down with me!"

As he spoke, the man grabbed the boy's shoulder and started to pull down his pants.

"Get away!" The boy gritted his teeth and used his elbow to push against his chin, creating a slight distance, but his legs were still trembling slightly with fear.

The other person was an adult, and much taller than him. Although he looked malnourished, the boy wasn't much better off; his pale face clearly showed that he didn't go out much to exercise...

But as he gasped for breath, the other person stepped forward and suddenly grabbed his neck with both hands: "It's okay, you can still use it even if you're dead!"

This is absolutely not a joke.

Because the other party was really using a lot of force.

The boy even suspected that his throat would be snapped before he suffocated to death.

Breathing became increasingly difficult, and I had even less strength left.

"Haa!" At this difficult moment, Mo Xueyao finally regained control of her body, got up from the ground, took the U-lock, and smashed it on the other person's head with all her might.

This is without holding back at all.

But the skull seemed to be harder than he had imagined; the skull only made a 'bang' sound, and then some bright red blood gushed out.

Or perhaps Mo Xueyao wasn't strong enough, and didn't cause too much damage to the other party, only breaking the scalp a little. The latter was able to recover by shaking his head slightly.

"You want to die too?" He grinned menacingly, freeing one hand to suddenly grab Mo Xueyao's neck.

And just like that, one hand grabbed a person.

Although it gave both of them a chance to catch their breath, it also kept them both restrained. If this went on for too long, they would probably suffocate and die.

Mo Xueyao punched the other person's arm hard, and even tried to bite it with her teeth, but apart from getting a mouthful of disgusting fur, she couldn't cause any harm to the other person at all.

There were teeth marks, but the other person didn't feel any pain at all.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded from the back of the alley.

Then a fist slammed into the man's temple. The man swayed slightly, and, somewhat exhausted, released his grip on Mo Xueyao and the other boy's necks, turning around with difficulty.

As soon as he turned around, a pair of hands landed on his shoulders, and then his feet were suddenly swept away, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground. His hands were then handcuffed behind his back, rendering him completely immobile.

"You two, what are you doing wandering around in a place so late?" A stern and familiar voice rang out. It was Jing Die, Mo Xueyao's math teacher, whose classes always had a very oppressive atmosphere.

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Chapter Ninety-Eight Duanmu Ji

"Ah... Hello, Teacher Jing!" Mo Xueyao called out quickly, as if she were still at school.

"Why are you saying all this now?" Jingdie pinned the other person's hands down with her body, then pulled out a brick-like black cell phone from her jeans pocket and dialed a number. "Hello? Is this the police? There's a drug addict here who tried to molest me. I've subdued him. The location is in the third alley at the entrance of White Rabbit Lane."

Just like when she's lecturing, Teacher Jingdie is always decisive and efficient in everything she does, without any hesitation or fuss.

"You two, it's so late, hurry home and don't take any more side roads. I'll handle the rest."

"Um... thank you, Ms. Jing... Ms.... have you studied judo?"

"Hmm," Jingdie replied calmly, urging, "Aren't you going home yet?"

"Okay, okay, I'll go back now, I'll go back now!" Still shaken, Mo Xueyao chuckled awkwardly, got on her bicycle, and left the alley.

Although there aren't many cars on the street, I always feel much more at ease when I come back here.

She didn't leave immediately, but waited there for a while. Sure enough, she saw the gloomy boy also come out of the alley.

However, he did not walk onto the main street, but instead headed deeper into the urban village.

"Ai'ai!" Mo Xueyao quickly called out to him, "Why are you still going in?"

“…I live here.” The boy turned around, tilted his head to look at Mo Xueyao, letting the rain pour down on him, soaking his clothes.

"Living... here? Uh... okay, well." Mo Xueyao pushed the cart to his side and stretched out her delicate white hand. "Thank you for earlier."

The latter glanced at her small hand but did not reach out to hold it.

This made Mo Xueyao feel awkward. She touched her nose, and then, under the streetlights, she felt that the boy looked somewhat familiar.

"Ah...! You're the one who played King of Fighters with me at the arcade last time, right!"

Seemingly recalling his experience of not winning a single King of Fighters match against a girl, the boy's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

He coughed lightly and asked, "Is there anything else?"

"Our first meeting was a chance encounter, but our second meeting must be fate, right? How about we become friends?" Mo Xueyao said generously. "I admire people like you who have a strong sense of justice. Nowadays, people are increasingly lacking in that chivalrous spirit of speaking out against injustice."

As she spoke, she extended her hand once again.

This time, after hesitating for a moment, the other person finally gently grasped her hand.

His hands were unexpectedly soft, feeling just like a girl's, which made Mo Xueyao unable to resist squeezing them a couple more times.

The latter frowned and immediately pulled his hand back.

"Ahem!" Feeling a little embarrassed that she seemed to be flirting with a boy, Mo Xueyao quickly changed the subject, "Well, my name is Mo Xueyao, what's your name? Judging from your school uniform, you should also be a first-year student at Yukong High School, right?"

"Yes." The boy nodded, letting the rain stream down his face, and said softly, "My name is Duanmu Ji."

"Serve...serve what? The hen?"

The boy raised an eyebrow and repeated, slightly impatiently, "Duanmu Ji."

"What mother, what record?"

“Duan, the character for ‘examine’; Mu, the character for ‘wood’; ​​Ji, the character for ‘relief’,” the boy sighed, explaining with a hint of helplessness.

"Your parents named you Muji, you must have had a lot of nicknames when you were little, right?"

"My surname is Duanmu." Duanmu Ji's shoulders seemed to slump.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Mo Xueyao blushed and scratched her head. "I didn't realize it just now because it's rare to meet people with compound surnames. It's Duanmu... What a rare surname, it's just like the name of a protagonist in a novel."

"..." Duanmu Ji turned away silently. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving."

"Wait, wait, wait! Which class are you in? I'll come hang out with you sometime!"

"Class Seven," Duanmu Ji replied calmly. Mo Xueyao finally had nothing more to ask and let him leave.

"She's someone who completely dislikes talking to people," Mo Xueyao muttered, stroking her chin. "But actually, she's kind of... cold on the outside but warm on the inside, right?"

It was getting late, so Mo Xueyao didn't linger. She rode her bike back to her apartment complex. Her dirty raincoat had already been washed clean by the rain, so she simply draped it over her bicycle parked in the garage. It should be almost dry by now.

When she got home, the first thing Mo Xueyao did was boil water for a bath.

"I really wish we had a water heater at home..." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself as she poured tap water into the teapot.

My father runs a fruit shop and won't be home this early. My mother must be at her busiest right now—it's mealtime for most people.

She seemed to be handling dinners and simple cleaning for two families, and although the times were staggered, she was still very busy.

She usually gets home only an hour or two earlier than her father.