A Young Woman's Heart

Mo Xueyao thought it was a good thing, so that she wouldn't feel awkward whenever she saw him later, right?

"It's done!"

The moment Hua Yinyin raised her head, the jeers from the back of the classroom erupted like a tsunami. Duanmu Ji staggered forward a few steps, tripping over his own right foot and nearly falling to the ground.

"Sigh..." She sighed helplessly, her mind already rehearsing the words of rejection.

Standing behind him, Zhou Yong shouted, "Go for it, Xiao Ji!"

In his eyes, it was as if he saw his own reflection.

"Um... well." Duanmu Ji still had a poker face, but his breathing was a little rapid. He 'whoosh' threw an admission ticket onto Mo Xueyao's table, as if the thing was about to burn his fingers. "There's a... tokusatsu exhibition this Saturday in Shanghai... wanna go together?"

"what?"

Mo Xueyao didn't have time to change her expression, and the words "we're not suitable" were already on the tip of her tongue.

But it felt like an invitation from a close friend, making it difficult for her to refuse.

She could refuse even a movie ticket.

But this thing is quite unusual; it's actually a tokusatsu (special effects) exhibition.

In those days, only a few first-tier cities that were in line with international standards would have such a thing.

The rest are basically just gatherings of enthusiasts.

"Ah...how do I get there?"

"...?" Duanmu Ji didn't expect her to ask that, and his tongue almost fought with his teeth. "Go... by train? Or by bus, that's fine too."

"Oh—" Mo Xueyao's hand had already been placed on the ticket.

She wasn't thinking about rejection, but rather how to accept in a way that wouldn't seem so ambiguous.

"By the way, will you wear that outfit?"

"That one broke, so I gave it to Teacher Qianyu... to fix, and she gave me another one right away..."

"Which set?" Mo Xueyao's face was filled with curiosity and excitement.

“BIack…”

Wow! Is it an RX?

"No."

"Oh, that's good too!"

"Hmm...uh..." The atmosphere that was just a little lively instantly plummeted to freezing point in the next second. Duanmu Ji scratched his head and after a long time, he managed to squeeze out the words "can wear".

Are you inviting someone else?

"Only two tickets..."

"Oh, can't I bring a friend along?"

"I... um...? Uh..." Duanmu Ji's brain seemed to freeze. After a few seconds, he slowly took out another ticket from his pocket. "Then you can have my ticket... friend...?"

"I rely on!"

"What is all this?!"

"What is Xiao Ji doing?"

The boys who had been cheering him on earlier all facepalmed, each making an incredibly exaggerated expression.

If this were a comic book, their jaws would drop to the floor.

"No, no... I'd really like to go, you know I like tokusatsu..." Mo Xueyao cleared her throat, "Ahem—"

"But Xiaoyao is a girl, she can't go out alone with you! You're not her boyfriend~" Hua Yinyin chuckled and spoke for her.

"Oh, oh..." Duanmu Ji nodded and tried to put the ticket away.

"Wait! I'll go with you! Just treat me like a good brother, yeah, a good brother!" Mo Xueyao stood up and put her arm around his shoulder. "We've always been good brothers, right? Xiao Ji!"

Those bright eyes blinked hard, their long eyelashes almost poking into their eyes.

"Ah, yes."

"So, bring your buddies along! Don't worry, you pay for the tickets, I'll cover the transportation!"

“Taxis are very expensive,” Duanmu Ji said seriously.

"It's alright, it's alright—" Mo Xueyao was happy to hear him say that, and breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Duanmu Ji's eyes brightened considerably. He turned and walked away without looking back, his steps noticeably faster than before. But this time he lost his balance, tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground.

He also knocked over the desk of the student next to him.

A huge pile of test papers and stationery, along with the table, pressed down on him; the scene was truly 'horrific'.

……

(three)

"Hmph, Little Yaoyao, you don't actually like Xiaoji, do you?"

"What? I just want to go see the tokusatsu exhibition. This is such a rare opportunity!"

"Tsk tsk tsk—" Hua Yinyin curled her lips and glanced at her up and down a few times. "Alright, alright, let's go to the band room!"

"Let's go." Mo Xueyao glanced at the time. It wasn't too late. They could rest for at least another half hour in the band room.

No, it wasn't a rest, it was practice...

The two of them also called Wang Jiale along, who simply picked up his test paper, intending to go to the band room to write: "Phew, forget it, I'll just write over there, it's too noisy here..."

"Is Lele not gossiping today? Yaoyao just received a confession from a boy..."

“It’s an invitation to go to a tokusatsu exhibition together!” Mo Xueyao tapped her on the forehead.

As soon as I reached the classroom door, I saw Li Hongran and Ma Jia chatting and enjoying the warmth of the heater.

"Hey Li, could you please move aside? Don't block the way here."

"Oh, oh—" Li Hongran quickly turned to the side and thoughtfully opened the door for the girls as well.

Outside the door, An Ruosu walked slowly toward the classroom with an uncertain expression, holding a glass jar filled with stars and origami cranes, as well as an exquisite heart-shaped gift box.

The closer he got to Li Hongran, the slower he slowed down, and his gaze, which had been wandering elsewhere, kept glancing back at Li Hongran.

His body was somewhat stiff, as if he were being held captive by a magnet named Li Hongran.

Judging from his posture, it was as if he was about to rush up to Li Hongran and confess his feelings.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but smile to herself.

"Li... Li Hongran!" But to his surprise, he actually stopped in front of Li Hongran.

He gritted his teeth, his expression as if he were enduring some immense pain.

Then he suddenly handed over the glass jar and gift box he was holding.

"Huh?" Li Hongran, like a bear whose head couldn't turn around, dumbfoundedly accepted it, then jokingly asked, "What is it? A Christmas present?"

"A love letter!" An Ruosu answered quickly, her head bowed.

In that instant, almost everyone in the class focused their attention on the two of them.

This made An Ruosu's legs tremble slightly.

"Ha ha?"

"Holy crap—Susu confessed her feelings to Lao Li?"

"Is your mom playing a prank?"

The girls even hugged each other in an exaggerated way.

"The two of them, really, really?"

"Hmm, I always feel like..."

"Ew? That's disgusting..."

Of course, there are also those who dislike it.

An Ruosu's face turned pale instantly. He licked his bluish-purple lips and stammered, "Help...help me! Give it to Mo Xueyao!"

"Oh, I knew it! Mom, I thought it was for me, hahaha." Li Hongran burst into laughter and turned around. "Look, Mo Xueyao is right behind you. She heard everything. Just give it to her yourself. You're a grown man. If you want to confess, just do it. What are you afraid of?"

"..." Mo Xueyao accepted the gift as a token of her affection with a helpless expression.

However, what puzzled her was that An Ruosu seemed to be relieved, and his attention was clearly not on her.

Then, he looked at Mo Xueyao for help, blinking hard as if trying to send a signal.

She felt like she understood something, and a smile returned to her face: "Thank you for your confession, I accept the gift, but I don't think we're a good match..."

“Okay!” He didn’t seem sad at all.

Li Hongran patted his shoulder hard: "Not bad, not afraid of setbacks, haha, don't be sad, it's normal to fail when confessing to Mo Xueyao, just try someone else next time!"

"Um... okay." He shrank his shoulders a little nervously.

……

Chapter 123 An Ruosu's Love Letter

(One)

The midday sun barely peeked out before disappearing back into the thick clouds.

The sky was like a sesame dumpling that had leaked filling, one part was a darker gray, and the other part was a lighter gray.

Mo Xueyao received several more love letters from other classes throughout the day.

To be honest, she didn't even want to look at it.

They even worried that the cheesy love quotes inside might affect their appetite.

But in the end, she didn't just throw the love letters into the classroom trash can.