A Young Woman's Heart

(three)

No sooner had Huang Zhengyang left than Lu Chengyuan and Lü Bolun walked hand in hand past the shop entrance.

"Cheng Yuan, you're out with Lü Bolun again?" Mo Xueyao teased, resting her chin on her hand. "You two must spend a lot of money every time you have a holiday, right?"

"We're just going to see a movie today, Xiaoyao, do you want to come along?"

"Ugh, I'm not going to be a third wheel," Mo Xueyao said with a look of disgust.

"What are you whining about? You've been imitating Gintoki lately, and you've even picked up her verbal tic."

"Eek—Eek—Eek—"

Lu Chengyuan rolled her eyes and said irritably, "I can't stand you. Okay, okay, let's go."

"Is it really this open and aboveboard now?"

“My parents already knew. What’s the big deal about high school students dating? They’re adults now, it’s time for them to date. They would have been married decades ago.”

Beside him, Lu Bolun scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed.

"Maybe we'll get married in college!"

"I'm not old enough..."

"Let's have the wedding in advance, and then get the marriage certificate later."

Mo Xueyao drooped her eyelids and muttered as if shooing away flies, "Alright, alright, you can leave now. Honestly, there are just too many couples around me."

"Xiaoyao, you're so beautiful, you might have a hard time finding a boyfriend." Lu Chengyuan's voice came from afar as she and Lü Bolun were crossing the road.

"I never said I was looking for..." Mo Xueyao pouted, resting her chin on her hand.

……

(four)

In the shop on the first floor, Sanhua Tongjue was directing workers to install an extra-large color TV.

This is a new product shipped directly from my father's Japanese company. It is not only thin but also large enough, but it is also very easy to break during transportation.

The workers were very careful; they couldn't afford to damage the television, which cost tens of thousands of yuan.

Sanhua Tongjue, on the other hand, seemed completely unconcerned.

At the glass doorway, a man with a buzz cut and wearing a Zhongshan suit stood in the sunlight, followed by about a dozen men in suits or Zhongshan suits.

I always felt that these clothes didn't suit their style, like a hooligan trying to pretend to be a cultured person.

"Hello! May I ask who the shop owner is?" he asked respectfully.

“Um…it’s me…” Mika Hitomi pointed to herself, blurted out a sentence in Japanese without thinking, and then quickly translated it herself.

"Excuse me, is this the shop for rent at a low price?" He picked up a dusty piece of paper with the words "Shop for Rent at a Low Price" printed on it in large black characters.

"Naruto (what)? Hey - I'm not here, let's rent it out."

"Oh, sorry, I saw this paper at the store entrance and thought it was for rent." He bowed politely, took a few steps back, and looked somewhat regretful.

"You guys, so many people, what kind of shop are you going to open...?"

“A…a small studio.”

“The studio…?” Sanhua Tongjue quickly understood what they meant. “This used to be too.”

"really?"

"Yes, you can sit down and discuss this in detail. I don't mind renting it out, but there are conditions." Of course, Sanhua Tongjue wasn't doing this for the money; she was just interested in these people.

They seemed like a bunch of thugs, but surprisingly, they were very polite, and they even wanted to open a studio…

It couldn't possibly be the kind of discussion about how to collect protection money, could it?

"Really? Thank you! But, it's just that we can't afford the expensive rent..."

"It's fine, it won't be expensive." Mika Hitomi didn't say it was free; being a young lady born into a wealthy family, she certainly wasn't that naive.

People don't appreciate it when you give something to them for free.

The saying "a little kindness is appreciated, but too much kindness breeds resentment" was something my father often taught me.

After all, she's the only daughter in the family, and she might have to take over some company affairs in the future.

"Young Miss, it's all set up!" a scholar-looking man called out eagerly. He was the translator who had come along specifically for this trip. Although Sanhua Tongjue could speak Chinese, her family was worried that she wouldn't be able to communicate accurately with others, or that she might be fooled by the workers. That's why they specially sent him from headquarters.

This person is not a full-time translator, but the deputy general manager of the Hangzhou branch.

Only the man who was leading the way walked in, while the others stood hesitating at the door.

"Call your friends in, come on in."

"No need, no need, it'll be too crowded if they come in... I can come in now. Are you Japanese?"

"right."

"So young and already out in the world?" The man tried to sound cultured, but his words still had a very colloquial tone.

"Pfft, we're just out having fun. Oh, let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend."

"Hello..." Huang Yuxi greeted softly.

"Boyfriend?" The man in front of him stared wide-eyed, because to him, this didn't seem like a boy at all...

……

Chapter Sixty-One: Father (Part 1)

2001 10 Month 31 Day.

Today is Halloween, but this festival is not yet widely celebrated in China, with only a few shops taking the opportunity to celebrate.

Of course, the discounts are quite limited, mostly around 95%, which is even higher than the price others can negotiate down.

Recently, many school leaders or education bureau leaders have visited Yukong High School. They come in batches, almost every day.

This has caused the selection of the school's most beautiful and handsome students to be repeatedly postponed. It's already the last day of October, but it still hasn't really started.

According to Shen Kelin's broadcast, the selection of the school's most beautiful girl and most handsome boy has been postponed until November.

Yukong High School was still very busy. Just when things had finally settled down, maintenance workers came to the school.

They came to repair the marble and tiles.

It sounds easy, but it's actually a tiring job.

It's not only tedious, but also very physically demanding.

To save money, they didn't even hire any helpers.

Dust swirled in the sunlight.

This is the first class of Wednesday, Geography.

In junior high school, it would be just a minor subject that could be disregarded, but in a senior high school humanities class, it is a major subject that everyone must listen to carefully.

At this moment, Liu Xiaowei seemed somewhat distracted.

He kept turning his head to look out the window, even though he couldn't actually see anything there.

This led Wang Jiale to misunderstand, and she pouted and muttered, "Why are you staring at me like that? It's disgusting."

Why am I looking at you?

"Liu Xiaowei." As the dean of students, Yinling always maintained a serious demeanor in class. "What are you whispering about? Did you even listen to what I just said?"

"Uh...yes..."

"Then come to the blackboard and finish this problem."

Liu Xiaowei seemed a little embarrassed, and his movements as he walked to the podium became awkward as a result.

"Thump—thump—click—" The sounds of construction echoed continuously throughout the campus.

The vibrations caused dust to fall from the window frame.

The bell rang leisurely for the first class, and the silver bell on the podium gave a few more instructions before leaving with the textbook.

For senior high school students, the five-minute break between classes is incredibly precious.

"Little Yaoyao, are you going to the toilet?" Hua Yinyin shouted at her. The dust flying in the sunlight swirled around her like fallen leaves swaying in a storm because of her shout.

Sitting in her seat, Mo Xueyao rested her cheek on her arm and yawned sleepily. Her small, delicate teeth looked even whiter in the sunlight.

The aroma of fried dumplings wafted from the classroom.

The owner clearly uses high-quality ingredients, otherwise the oil wouldn't have such a rich aroma.

"Xiaoyao, I didn't finish copying my notes, can I borrow them for a bit?"

"Okay, go ahead and copy it." Mo Xueyao was already used to this.

After all, not every student can simultaneously understand and organize the information in their mind while copying down all the notes.

Forty-five minutes of class time is actually very short, and every teacher is making the most of every minute.

By high school, the role of talent gradually became apparent.

No matter how hard some people work, it's difficult to make up for the lack of talent.

Take Ye Banxia for example. She spends almost every break between classes organizing her notes, but she can only barely pass every exam.

Her acne, which had been fading, broke out in many more places, and the stress made her dark circles under her eyes even more pronounced.

It was only at this moment that Mo Xueyao finally realized that the reason she was able to keep up with the pace of junior high school was not only because she worked hard enough at that time, but also because her comprehension ability was stronger than others.

Talent determines success or failure; this fact is rather cruel.

Given enough time, everyone can learn high school material well.

But the problem is that time is limited.

Therefore, talent becomes crucial in such situations.

This is a period that can easily lead to a mental breakdown.