A Young Woman's Heart

Li Wanyan glanced at the suspicious vest, but ultimately did not stop him.

Because there's an even more arrogant guy here now.

She was right in front of him, still casually smoking.

They completely disregarded school rules.

“Chen Cheng.” Li Wanyan stared into his eyes, showing no weakness despite the significant height difference. “You smoke.”

What's wrong with smoking?

"Violation of school rules."

"But we're not even at school right now." Chen Cheng smiled dismissively. "Class monitor, aren't you meddling too much? You meddle both at school and outside of school?"

"This is my responsibility."

"Heh..." Chen Cheng blew smoke all over Li Wanyan's face. "And then? What do you plan to do?"

"Put out the cigarette," Li Wanyan said in an unquestionable tone.

Mo Xueyao watched nervously from the side, wondering if she could beat Chen Cheng if he really got angry.

Although he doesn't look strong, and even has a bit of a pretty boy vibe, his height is still there. If he's about the same height as Li Hongran, he should be around 1.8 meters tall, right?

Ye Banxia, ​​with her hair in pigtails, anxiously touched her lips, unsure how to smooth things over.

She wanted to side with Li Wanyan, but she was also afraid that Chen Cheng would suddenly get angry and actually hit the girl.

Even with three girls in front of him, she didn't feel she could hold onto the boy.

Chen Cheng took half a step forward, even deliberately bending down, and pointed to the cigarette in his mouth, saying, "Come and take it if you dare."

Mo Xueyao's knees bent slightly, but of course, it wasn't because she was being pressured into kneeling.

Instead, they were preparing for a fight.

As someone who's used to being a boy, even if I don't like fighting, I still have to be prepared to fight when facing a boy who isn't so friendly.

As the saying goes, "I will not offend others unless they offend me; one should always be wary of others."

"If he throws a punch, I can crouch down and trip him, because he's tall and it's not easy for him to maintain his balance..." Mo Xueyao thought to herself, already beginning to assess the opponent's weaknesses.

Provoked like this, Li Wanyan didn't bother to waste any more words with him and directly reached out to snatch the cigarette from his mouth.

Chen Cheng was somewhat surprised to see Li Wanyan's determination, and quickly used his fingers to hold his cigarette back in place to prevent it from being snatched away.

But Li Wanyan had no intention of giving up. She reached out and grabbed Chen Cheng's wrist, then pinched it hard.

"Damn it!" Chen Cheng felt a jolt of electric shock in his wrist and involuntarily released the cigarette.

But before he could release it, his arm moved forward uncontrollably, causing the falling cigarette butt to burn a hole in Li Wanyan's skirt, lightly touch her thigh, and then fall to the ground.

"!" Li Wanyan's brows furrowed immediately. She endured the pain and first looked at the hem of her skirt.

Although the hole wasn't large, it was still quite noticeable against the backdrop of the complete skirt.

Because I was wearing over-the-knee socks, the cigarette butt left a slight burn mark on my thigh.

It has a reddish hue with a slight yellowish tinge.

Fortunately, it was just a slight scratch, and with proper care, it won't leave a scar.

However, this burning sensation doesn't subside quickly—it continues to cause pain.

"Wanyan, are you alright?" Mo Xueyao asked anxiously, disregarding the unconscious rules about gender differences, and quickly looked at her wound.

"It's alright," Li Wanyan replied.

"Class monitor... let's hurry back to the infirmary to apply the medicine. The infirmary doctor should still be there," Ye Banxia said anxiously. "For a girl, a scar on her thigh is as serious as disfigurement!"

“…Chen Cheng.” Mo Xueyao looked up at the boy she wasn’t very familiar with. “Bullying a girl, are you even a man?”

"I didn't do it on purpose." Chen Cheng gritted his teeth, feeling somewhat apologetic but still clinging to his so-called male pride. "Besides, she deserved it. Why did she have to steal my cigarette?"

"What are you doing?" Just as Mo Xueyao was about to hit someone in anger, a woman's voice came from behind her.

Turning around, I saw the head teacher, who wore gold-rimmed glasses and semi-transparent black stockings, exuding an intellectual beauty.

"Hello, teacher..." Ye Banxia quickly lowered her head and said.

"Hello, teacher," Li Wanyan greeted, enduring the pain.

"What happened?" the head of the teaching department asked, looking at the half-smoked cigarette on the ground.

"Chen Cheng... was smoking, and then the class monitor stopped him. The cigarette butt fell down, tore his skirt, and burned his thigh," Ye Banxia said hurriedly.

"You burned your thigh? Is it serious?" the head of student affairs asked, squatting down. "Where were you burned?"

“Here,” Mo Xueyao said, pointing to the slight burn mark on Li Wanyan’s thigh.

"Which class is he in?" The head of student affairs nodded and asked Chen Cheng.

However, the latter replied with a disdainful expression.

"From Class Two." In the end, Li Wanyan answered the question.

"Take your squad leader to the infirmary and get some medicine quickly to prevent scarring. Your name is Chen Cheng, right?"

"how."

"Nothing much, just come to my office."

"Tch!" Chen Cheng said, looking annoyed. He was clearly afraid of being punished, but he still stubbornly insisted, "So what if it's some kind of punishment?"

"I don't punish people casually." The head of discipline adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses seriously. "I hope you won't make me angry—let's go to my office."

"Tsk." Chen Cheng crossed his arms and followed behind the dean of students with great impatience.

Mo Xueyao and Ye Banxia helped the limping Li Wanyan back to the school and arrived at the infirmary next to the playground.

"Dong dong."

"Oh, who is it? Please come in." A soft, gentle female voice came from the medical office. When Mo Xueyao pushed open the door, she saw a girl with braids and wearing a white coat sitting in a chair, smiling shyly at them.

She is indeed... a young girl.

Because he looks like a high school senior at most.

Moreover, there was a hint of insecurity in that smile, making it seem more like a student meeting a teacher.

Could she be a recent college graduate and a student teacher?

Thinking this, Mo Xueyao helped Li Wanyan sit on the bed in the infirmary: "Teacher, the class monitor burned her thigh with a cigarette butt because of something. Could you check if it will leave a scar?"

"Huh? Did you get burned by a cigarette butt?" The medical staff quickly stood up, gently lifted Li Wanyan's skirt, and examined her carefully. "It's okay, it was just a graze. Quickly disinfect and reduce the inflammation. It shouldn't leave a scar, but there might be a red mark like a red dot here for a while."

"Thank you, teacher... Um, could you please help the class monitor with this?"

"Yes, of course." The nurse's short, ear-length hair swayed slightly in the wind. "The medicine might sting a little, so bear with it."

"It's alright," Li Wanyan nodded.

Mo Xueyao had recovered by now and walked out of the infirmary quite naturally.

Firstly, I didn't want to disturb the medical staff, and secondly... it was also to avoid suspicion.

It's only boys and girls who need to avoid suspicion. Even though she's a girl now, she still instinctively does that.

Seeing Mo Xueyao come out, Ye Banxia followed her out, though she didn't know why. The two of them stood dumbfounded outside the door, staring at the examination form pasted on the wooden door.

"11.3 - Drug expiration date inspection (√) - Medical room disinfection (√), Teacher in charge of medical affairs (Su Yuqing)."

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Chapter 106 Receiving a New Dress

Although Li Wanyan's burns were not serious, the medical staff still carefully bandaged her up and tied a cute little bow.

"Thank you, teacher," Li Wanyan said softly.

"It's alright, um... remember to come back tomorrow to reapply the medicine, once in the morning and once in the afternoon. It should be almost healed by the weekend." The medical teacher said, gently patting Li Wanyan's thigh. "Does it still hurt?"

"A little."

"Hmm—" The medical teacher pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then blew a breath toward Li Wanyan's thigh, "Whoosh—whoosh whoosh—let the pain fly away~ When you feel pain, doing this will make you feel a little better."

"it is good……"

"Then, shouldn't you go home now?"

"Okay, goodbye teacher." Li Wanyan picked up her schoolbag, pushed open the door and walked out.

"Class monitor, how did it go?" Ye Banxia asked nervously.

"It's nothing." Li Wanyan shook her head. "Don't worry, Ye Banxia, ​​you could have just gone home. You didn't have to wait for me."

"Hmm—it's not that much of a difference in time." Ye Banxia pinched the hem of her skirt. "Speaking of which... what about the class monitor's skirt?"

"Just fix it."

"But...it will look terrible, won't it?"

"It's alright." Li Wanyan seemed unconcerned.

But in reality, how could one not care?

Wearing a patched-up dress is like telling everyone that your family is poor.

Li Wanyan is indeed very poor right now, since apart from a small amount of savings, she has no other source of income.

Mo Xueyao scratched her head, also feeling that the school uniform skirt was not so easy to mend.

Finding fabric of the same material seems difficult, unless it's almost identical plaid fabric, otherwise there will definitely be obvious signs of patching.

I don't know if we have such fabric at home, otherwise I could ask my mother to sew it up.

In Mo Xueyao's heart, her mother's sewing skills were the best. In the past, school uniforms would inevitably have some tears due to bumps and knocks.

But every time, the mother was able to sew it up perfectly. Not only on the surface, but even on the reverse side, the stitches were barely visible.

This is because school uniforms and trousers used to be made of dark-colored fabric, which made it difficult to see the stitching marks.