A Young Woman's Heart

"Wow, how loving they are."

"Pfft...really." Wang Jiale couldn't help but join in the gossip.

"Damn it, you bunch of women, why are you always thinking about pairing men up with men?" Li Hongran said helplessly. She didn't feel anything when joking with her own people, but being teased like this by girls made her feel uncomfortable, like bugs were crawling on her body.

An Ruosu's fair face flushed slightly. He lowered his head and quickly began to eat his food.

"Old Li, wanna play ball at noon?" Yang Yankai shouted from the classroom door. He ate quickly; he had already finished his lunchbox just three minutes after it was handed out.

"No ball today!"

"What's wrong, Lao Li? Have you changed your ways?"

"It's rare for me to get a rest, okay? Sigh, let me rest a bit. I still hurt from the collision you and that brat Yue Tingfeng caused yesterday!"

"Haha, Lao Li, you chickened out?" Le Tingfeng laughed triumphantly, and Yang Yankai, who was standing at the door, also laughed.

"Tch, I didn't want to bump into you guys. I always held back when I was fighting you for the ball, otherwise I would have knocked you flying. But you guys were really going all out!"

"Ahem, it was an accident!"

……

Chapter 267 Daily School Life Deep in the Mountains (Part 4)

(One)

"Haha~! This drive is so exhilarating!" Ye Wen sat in Wang Qianyu's red sports car, shielding her eyes from the strong wind blowing from the front with her hand.

Wang Qianyu placed one hand on the gear lever, downshifted at the sharp bend on the downhill slope, and lightly applied the brakes, drifting around the bend beautifully. Then she stepped on the gas again, the sports car engine roared, and with a click, the gear shift was like a patient spitting out phlegm from their throat, their 'breathing' instantly becoming smooth.

"You must have been cooped up in the mountains for the past two weeks, right?" Wang Qianyu, wearing red sunglasses, glanced at Ye Wen out of the corner of her eye and asked with a light smile.

"Oh dear, we can't go anywhere, and we can't even buy some snacks. Qiu Yi is the most carefree guy. He plays his game console all day long and never gets tired of it."

Wang Qianyu giggled: "The main problem is that you can't even do the things you love to do anymore, right?"

"Ahem! What are you thinking about! By the way, Qianyu, when are you going to find a man?"

"Me? Hmm...we'll see, I don't have any favorites yet." Wang Qianyu casually skipped over the topic. "Are you going to stock up on some snacks today?"

"Hmm, cake, potato chips... I definitely need those! Then, I'll get a massage. Ugh, I'm exhausted these past few days. I've been teaching Chinese to several classes, and my back and waist are aching. And Qiu Yi doesn't even want to give me a massage. It's so annoying."

"Pfft, luckily three English teachers came this time, otherwise I would have been too busy."

"Tch, you're much more relaxed now." Ye Wen leaned back lazily in her chair. "Haha, bring some for the students too."

"Don't buy too much, my car can't hold many."

"Seriously, why did you buy a sports car back then?"

“You and Qiu Yi both have big cars, why should I buy such a big one? I can just drive it by myself, or occasionally take Taiyin out for a drive.” Wang Qianyu pressed a button, and the roof of the sports car slowly lowered.

She executed another clean and decisive drift, and Ye Wen, sitting in the passenger seat, didn't even flinch. She was used to riding in Wang Qianyu's sports car all the time.

"Hey, where's your old five-seater sports car?"

"That's not extreme enough. It tries to combine the functions of a sedan and a sports car, but it doesn't feel right to use either one."

"So you just switched to a two-seater sports car?" Ye Wen rested her chin on her hand, leaning against the window, letting the strong wind blow her hair around.

"Oh right, didn't Xiaoyao and the others ask you to send them photos?"

"Yes, it's in my bag." Ye Wen opened her strawberry-colored handbag. "They borrowed Qiu Yi's camera and took a lot of photos. We'll have to develop them, print them out, and then send them over."

"To whom should it be sent?"

"Send it to the school, I think it's for a second-year girl..." Ye Wen unfolded the note and glanced at it, "Yes, Yu Shu."

"Oh~"

……

(two)

There is ample time for students to move around freely between dinner and the start of evening self-study.

Some people took a shower at this time, some took out their clothes from last night to wash, and of course, some, like Chen Cheng and his friends, took the opportunity to smoke.

Speaking of which, it's been half a month already, and Mo Xueyao feels that Chen Cheng's school uniform hasn't been changed at all. Could it be that this guy only changes his shorts every time?

She watched Chen Cheng and his group mysteriously walk into the bushes and sighed helplessly.

It's just that the teachers are too lazy to catch them. Otherwise, with this obvious attempt to cover up their misdeeds, everyone would know they're going to smoke.

"Huff, huff..." Just as he was shaking his head helplessly, he suddenly heard heavy breathing behind him.

Mo Xueyao turned her head and saw Lu Bolun running towards her, panting heavily.

"Mo Xueyao!"

"what happened to you?"

"Phew... This, this soap and towel, could you please take them to Cheng Yuan? She's in the women's public bathroom." Lu Bolun wiped the sweat from his brow. In this weather, it's quite cool when you're not moving, but if you move around even a little, you'll be covered in sweat.

"What's wrong? Did she forget to bring it?"

"I borrowed this from her yesterday, she must have forgotten. She's already inside, and by the time she realizes it, she probably won't be able to get out..."

“OK, leave it to me.” Mo Xueyao didn’t mind running errands for others.

She took the soap from the cardboard box the other person handed her, and then draped the blue towel over her arm: "This soap box of yours... it's almost ruined from being soaked."

"Haha, don't worry about it, it's just that we don't have a box to put it in."

"Okay, I'm going up now."

"Thanks!"

"It's no big deal." Mo Xueyao waved her hand and went upstairs lightly.

She went into the changing room, then stood by the entrance to the bathhouse and shouted into the steamy bathhouse: "Cheng Yuan—Lu—Cheng—Yuan—you didn't bring soap and towels!"

"Huh? I was just about to go downstairs." Lu Chengyuan's voice came from behind Mo Xueyao.

"Huh, it didn't go in."

"Yeah, I was just about to take off my clothes when I realized I didn't bring a towel or soap."

"Phew, here, Luberon asked me to get this for you."

"Thank you, Xiaoyao." Lu Chengyuan smiled sweetly. She didn't seem to have gained any more weight. She didn't know if she had secretly controlled her diet or if she just wouldn't gain weight here. She looked a little silly and cute, and she couldn't really be called fat. At most, she was just plump.

"You two are an old married couple, I can understand if you run out of soap, but why are you lending him your towel too?" Mo Xueyao handed over the towel and soap, asking curiously.

"Well... pfft, Lunlun, he..."

"Eek, Lunlun." Mo Xueyao's features scrunched up, as if she had heard the fervent pronouncements of a fangirl.

"What's wrong?"

"Okay, okay, go on."

"Pfft, yeah, yesterday morning when he was washing his face, he draped a towel over himself, intending to go to the bathroom before returning to the dorm, but he accidentally..."

"Oh, I see." Mo Xueyao's mind already conjured up the image of a urinal in a men's restroom. "You fell in, right?"

"Pfft, yes."

"He just threw it away?"

"Yeah, because it's so disgusting."

“That’s true. There’s not even a convenience store here. It looks like you and him will have to keep borrowing from each other.”

"It's great," Lu Chengyuan blinked. "A sweet trouble, huh?"

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, not wanting to see her continue showing off her affection, and turned to leave the dressing room.

Lu Bolun was waiting downstairs. When he saw Mo Xueyao come down empty-handed, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you deliver it?"

"Hmm." Mo Xueyao glanced at him sideways. "You'd better be careful next time you use Cheng Yuan's towel, or you two will have to borrow one from someone else."

"Huh? Ha... Haha, there won't be a next time." Lu Bolun laughed awkwardly and scratched his head vigorously.

……

(three)

Although many students go outside to enjoy the fresh mountain air and the natural scenery of the sunset, which is very different from the city, before evening self-study, some students will still stay in the classroom.

Ye Banxia and Tang Sishi sat at their desks, each holding a piece of cross-stitch fabric in their hands, their needles flying up and down at a moderate pace.

Like women during the War of Resistance against Japan, they did needlework while still having time to chat.

"Xiaxia, is yours almost finished?"

"Yes, it'll be ready soon. Mine are characters, neat and tidy, and relatively simple."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have chosen such a difficult one..." Tang Sishi pushed up her thick glasses with her index finger knuckle. "At the time, I just thought the picture of Chang'e holding the moon rabbit was pretty..."

"It's okay, look, you've already finished a lot, haven't you?"

"It's still early," Tang Sishi sighed. "Are you planning to frame that one?"

"Yes, the tools include a matching photo frame."

"That's great!"

Ye Banxia designed the words herself for her cross-stitch, so naturally, she also chose the sentences herself.

That was copied from a book:

"There's no need to chase rainbows; there are colors on the path of life that belong only to you."

It's not serious literature; it's just a romance novel.

That's quite normal. Students in this age group tend to prefer popular novels rather than literary classics.

However, times are very interesting.

Perhaps the so-called popular novels of this era will one day in the future become the lofty 'paper literature' in other people's eyes.

Chen Baicheng, who was sitting in front of Tang Sishi, had just returned from a shower. He leaned on the table in front of them and looked at them curiously: "Don't you two get tired of each other?"