A Young Woman's Heart

"Tch, I don't want to lean on her. She'll definitely start groping me again! Like a female pervert."

"Who's the female pervert?!" Hua Yinyin stepped into the classroom at that moment. "Oh, so Xiao Yaoyao is calling me a female pervert behind my back. Well then, today I'll really do what a female pervert would do! Watch me! Monkey Scooping the Moon!"

"Hey! Hey!" Mo Xueyao quickly assumed a defensive stance.

"Pfft..." The class monitor couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Xiao Yao doesn't have that, how can she fish it out?"

"So it's a monkey trying to catch the moon, not a monkey stealing peaches, because the moon in the 'fishing for the moon' is just a reflection of the moon in the sky!"

In that instant, Mo Xueyao actually felt that what Hua Yinyin said made a lot of sense.

The next moment, a pair of hands reached into her neck and began to tickle her.

"No, no—pfft—hahaha—" Mo Xueyao was so tickled that she almost rolled on the ground, barely able to catch her breath.

"Hehe, that feels good~!" Hua Yinyin rubbed her fingers contentedly. "My hands smell like Yaoyao's body scent, so I'm not washing them today!"

“…You’re disgusting.” Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

"Oh, right," Li Wanyan interrupted their banter, "When I came here this morning, there was this notice on my desk. The teacher must have put it there last night."

"What is it?"

"List of students who passed the club assessment and officially joined the club this week."

"Oh~! Did I pass?" Mo Xueyao leaned over expectantly, and Mo Xueyao handed the list directly to her.

"Hmm... Art Practice Club - Mo Xueyao, ah, passed. Mo Xiaoxiao, Mo Zhuyou, Li Wanyan, we all passed."

"Me too! Me too!" Hua Yinyin rushed over as well.

Mo Xueyao subconsciously took a step away from her and said, "Let me check for you. Hua Yinyin... passed. What kind of company did you apply to?"

Mo Xueyao glanced at it but couldn't even make out the club's name because it was too long and a bit awkward to pronounce. She had to read it word by word.

"Research Association on Physiological Reactions and Causes of Special Sexual Orientations in Male and Female Heterosexuals and Male and Female Homosexuals." Hua Yinyin rattled off this long list of names in one breath.

"What exactly is this..." Mo Xueyao asked, her eyelids drooping. "It feels like a really bad club..."

"What?! Our club is a very proper biology research club! And I'm the president!"

Mo Xueyao looked again and, sure enough, everyone else had successfully applied to join, but only she had successfully applied to join the club.

"So, what exactly is it about?" Li Wanyan asked, also somewhat curious.

"A research community about why men and women fall in love, and why a small percentage of same-sex couples fall in love."

Mo Xueyao felt a little dizzy: "So... how are you supposed to study something like love?"

"Love is certainly related to physiological reactions. For example, if two people like each other, it may be due to the influence of certain hormones in their bodies."

"But you don't have such good equipment, how do you plan to conduct the research?"

"So—for now, it's just a superficial study."

"surface……?"

“For example, would two men who like each other act like ordinary couples—” Hua Yinyin said with a mischievous smile, making a piston-like motion with her hands, “If they would, then what would they do?”

"How do you do it?" The innocent Mo Xueyao couldn't imagine it.

"The answer is... with your buttocks."

"Ugh—stop talking, it's disgusting..." Mo Xueyao waved her hand forcefully, indicating that she had no interest in this.

"What if there are two women? Ah, you don't want to hear that? Never mind, I won't say it."

"Hmm—since I've already said it, why don't I tell you...?"

"Girls can use tools."

"that's it?"

"Why not?"

"Tch, boring." Mo Xueyao shrugged. "Fake is never as good as real. I really don't know why people would rather use a fake than be with a man."

"That's a complicated matter," Hua Yinyin said, looking like she was about to launch into a long explanation.

"Anyway, I think it's the biggest waste of resources for two women to be together. There are only so many men..." Mo Xueyao's words were entirely from a male perspective.

"What's with all this talk about wasting resources? Mutual attraction is enough!" Hua Yinyin said, hands on her hips, clearly annoyed. "Maybe they even find heterosexuality disgusting!"

"Tch, heterosexuality is the most natural choice, okay?" Mo Xueyao retorted. "It's fine if everyone lives their own life, but if we want homosexuality to become mainstream, then we've put the cart before the horse—wait, Hua Yinyin, you wouldn't happen to be...

"Hey! Don't overthink it!" Hua Yinyin blushed slightly, which was rare for her. "I just like researching this kind of thing, it doesn't mean I want to do it myself. Haven't you heard the story of Lord Ye who loved dragons but was terrified of them?"

"I think 'Lord Ye's love of dragons' is a derogatory term..."

“And it seems like Hua Yinyin has some practical experience,” Li Wanyan said, twirling the pen in her hand.

"It was just touching my thigh! It's nothing!" The more Hua Yinyin explained, the more suspicious people became.

Actually, Mo Xueyao was just joking and teasing her on purpose. After all, it was usually Mo Xueyao who teased Mo Xueyao.

This is called an eye for an eye.

"Hmph, fine, I'm ignoring you all. You don't understand the importance of our research! Maybe in the future, people's gender concepts will become completely blurred! Men will become like women, and women will become like men, and I might even figure out the reasons why all this will happen first!"

"Then take your time to figure it out." Mo Xueyao patted Hua Yinyin's shoulder gently and said jokingly, "Good luck, maybe when we meet again ten years after high school graduation, you'll have a beard."

"Okay, once I grow a beard, I'll come back and devour Xiao Yaoyao!" Hua Yinyin grabbed Mo Xueyao's cheek and pinched it hard as she spoke.

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Chapter 101 Designing the Cabin

For me, the meaning of life lies in putting myself in others' shoes, sharing their worries and joys.

— Albert Einstein

……

The autumn scenery outside the window is serene and beautiful. It's noon again, and the time after lunch on campus is always so leisurely.

Gao Yuan arrived at the art practice society's activity room early and handed Qiu Yi the detailed plans she had drafted the day before.

“Teacher Qiu, I already talked to my dad yesterday, and he agreed. There is a piece of land at the foot of that tea mountain in the suburbs that I can use.”

"So fast?" Qiu Yi was somewhat surprised. "What does your dad do?"

"Hey... even if you're in real estate, it's not very profitable, just so-so," Gao Yuan said modestly.

"Then it won't make money? Tsk tsk, but your project report is written so casually, and this handwriting... did you learn abstract painting from Van Gogh?"

"Cough cough!"

"Fine, you read it again, and I'll memorize it." Qiu Yi shrugged helplessly.

"Uh, okay then. By the way, Ms. Qiu, when the other students come later, please don't say that this was sponsored by my family."

"Why can't I say?" Qiu Yi asked, somewhat puzzled.

"Uh... because I don't want to seem too special. Other classmates might think my family is in business, but they don't know that my family is in this kind of... big business." Gao Yuan scratched his head, unsure how to explain.

Are you worried that others will distance themselves from you because you're rich?

"Ah, yes, yes, that's exactly what I mean..."

"How could that be? I'd be more like sucking up to you."

"But that's not what I want either, the friendship between classmates..."

“Yeah, maybe that would seem awkward.” Qiu Yi nodded in agreement. “Yeah, it’s about time. The new club members should be arriving soon.”

A few minutes later, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

“Art Practice Society…” A slightly hoarse yet ethereal female voice softly read the words on the sign outside the door, “This should be the place, right?”

"That's how the sign is hung, there shouldn't be any mistake."

"Dong dong."

"Come in," Qiu Yi replied immediately. "The door isn't locked."

Then, a small, fair hand came into Gao Yuan's view.

"Hello, Teacher Qiu." Mo Xueyao, who walked in first, said to Qiu Yi, who was sitting at the front of the square table.

"Yes, don't be shy, please sit down." Qiu Yi nodded, gesturing for the new club members to come in.

All the new members this time are from Class 2 of Grade 11.

Moreover, there are four girls in the club. If you don't count the teachers, there are actually more girls in the club.

Following behind the girls were Zhou Yong and Duanmu Ji. As soon as they entered the room, they sat down next to Gao Yuan, while the girls naturally sat down opposite the boys.

"Welcome the new member!" Gao Yuan clapped enthusiastically. "Hehe, actually, there's no need to welcome him. We're all classmates anyway."

"Gao Yuan, won't you introduce the other one to us?" Mo Xiao smiled, tossing her hair to reveal two adorable dimples as she asked.

"I was just about to introduce you, don't rush me." Gao Yuan laughed and pointed to Duanmu Ji next to him, "This is Duanmu Ji from Class 7. He doesn't talk much, but he's a nice guy."

Duanmu Ji glanced sideways at Gao Yuan, then merely swept his gaze across the girls.

"Duanmu Ji, these are all the girls in our class, they're all beautiful, aren't you envious?" Gao Yuan was talking to himself, because Duanmu Ji completely ignored him.

Gao Yuan, however, did not feel embarrassed. Instead, he seemed quite used to it, teasing the girls while telling Duanmu Ji their names.

“Our club doesn’t have many people to begin with, so let’s not make this new member induction ceremony too fancy,” Qiu Yi said, taking out a stack of drawing paper from the drawer and distributing it to everyone.

"Want to draw?" Mo Xueyao asked, holding the drawing paper. "Um... I didn't bring any tools."

"It's alright, no tools needed. Consider it a little quiz to see how well everyone draws and how imaginative they are." Qiu Yi said, placing several sharpened 2B pencils on the table and taking out a few rulers. "You can just draw with pencils. The theme is very simple: if you only had simple building materials like shipping containers, how would you design a house about the same size as a shipping container?"

Mo Xueyao was immediately intrigued by the topic, as she loved creating all sorts of interesting designs.

Sometimes when I get distracted during a minor class, I'll doodle in the blank spaces of my textbook.

This wild imagination may not be realistic. For example, she would draw houses that can change the grid like a Rubik's Cube, or shelters in the face of the apocalypse. She would draw them not for any particular reason, but simply because she thought it would be fun.

Freedom to imagine can also bring joy to one's mind and body.