A Young Woman's Heart

"Here, this bag contains our English class representative's stuff~"

"Teacher, did you call me?" Lu Bolun suddenly appeared out of nowhere. With his square face, he stood out from the group of girls.

"Where did you come from? Go away, go eat, this is none of your business." Wang Qianyu waved her hand, teasingly shooing away mosquitoes.

"Didn't they call for the English class representative? Here I am."

"Oh, so you're going to wear a skirt?"

"Don't don't."

"Then why did you come here?"

“Exactly.” Wang Jiale agreed, taking his gift bag. Inside the paper bag was a complete set of Lolita dresses. There was no doubt that Wang Qianyu had bought the authentic ones. The price was probably more than three months’ salary for an average person!

"Remember to try it on when you get home to see if you like it; it should fit perfectly."

"Hehe, thank you, Qianyu~" Wang Jiale said softly after receiving the gift, no longer calling her teacher, but using a more affectionate term instead.

"Is it really okay for the teacher's salary to buy such expensive things?" Mo Xueyao asked worriedly.

“No problem~ It’s just a small amount of money~” Wang Qianyu replied easily.

This reminded Mo Xueyao of the rumor that the English teacher of Class 2, Grade 11, owned a sports car and lived in a villa.

Could it really be true?

Judging from this situation, it's probably very likely.

"Then, the class monitor wanted a fountain pen."

"This looks expensive, doesn't it?" Li Wanyan looked at the fountain pen in its elegant box; it was from a well-known German brand. "Is it really okay for me to accept it?"

"No problem, just accept it if the teacher tells you to," Wang Qianyu smiled. "This is much cheaper than the little dress."

"And then there's Mr. Xue, this Rubik's Cube you wanted... um... it's the best I could find, but it's still very cheap. Is it really okay?"

"Teacher, is a 100-yuan Rubik's Cube cheap for you?" Mr. Xue rubbed his nose. "I was trying to save you money, but I didn't expect you to buy such an expensive one."

"Oh, really? But those ones that cost only one or two yuan are obviously not enough to play with. Anyway, take them~" Wang Qianyu smiled and looked at Mo Xueyao. "In the end, it's Mo Xueyao's. Because you said anything was fine, which made me worry for a long time."

"Ahem." Mo Xueyao looked at the last paper bag, wondering if it was like Wang Jiale's, containing a dress. She certainly didn't want a dress.

I should have just said I wanted Gundam.

But one should be a little reserved, after all. Wang Jiale could only joke around and say whatever she wanted because she had a good relationship with her English teacher.

No one else said they wanted anything expensive, but who knew she would buy such expensive pens and Rubik's Cubes!

"So, I picked this one. Hmm... I think most girls would like it, right?"

Upon hearing this, Mo Xueyao's heart skipped a beat.

Do girls like that?

That must be something Mo Xueyao doesn't like.

"So... what is it?" she asked tentatively.

“It’s a BJD doll!” Wang Qianyu said with a proud smile. “There’s a special doll case inside, as well as protective oil, talcum powder, two sets of spare clothes including shoes, and some other accessories such as bows.”

"It sounds so expensive..."

"It's alright. Well, this isn't actually a purchase; it's one of my own. But I already have a lot at home, so I picked one out for you. It's kind of secondhand, so it's not that expensive."

You can tell that this thing was originally ridiculously expensive.

Mo Xueyao didn't dare to ask anymore.

If the price were three or four thousand, it would really scare her to death.

"This is too precious, teacher, I..."

“It’s yours, so it’s yours.” Wang Qianyu interrupted Mo Xueyao. “Teachers never break their promises, and they never take back gifts they give away. By the way, you can name this doll yourself, and you have to take good care of her.”

"..." Mo Xueyao held the paper bag that Wang Qianyu had forcibly stuffed into her arms, not knowing what to say.

Is it because I'm too poor, or are there just too many rich people in the world?

……

Chapter 135 I Don't Like BJD Dolls!

The torrential rain continued all day, and the temperature dropped sharply. The yellow leaves that refused to wither were finally knocked down.

The last vestiges of autumn were finally washed away mercilessly by the maiden of winter.

The fruit shop was rather deserted during the heavy rain.

Occasionally, a car would stop at the gate, and the driver would tell Mo Xueyao's father what kind of fruit he wanted, so that he could choose it and deliver it directly to the car.

Even people in the car are too lazy to get out and go into the store to select their own fruit, let alone the kind of person who would be willing to hold an umbrella and come specifically to buy fruit.

The incandescent light bulbs in the fruit shop were tied with ropes, swaying slightly in the wind, causing the light to flicker and have a hypnotic quality.

"Xiao Yao, aren't you going to open it and take a look?" Li Wanyan put down her schoolbag, looked at the paper bag Mo Xueyao was carrying, and asked casually.

"What's so interesting about it?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "I should have said I wanted a fountain pen too. This gift is no good at all."

"But this is something many people envy."

"Wanyan, do you want it? If you do, I'll give it to you, and we can exchange it for a fountain pen," Mo Xueyao said generously.

"No change."

"Tch, see, you don't want it either?" Mo Xueyao said with a sneer, as if she had suddenly caught her red-handed.

“That’s not how it works.” Li Wanyan shook her head. “This is a gift from someone else, so it belongs to you and cannot be given away or exchanged with others.”

"Tsk..."

"What's wrong? Did you bring back something interesting?" The father interrupted the two girls' conversation and asked with a loud laugh.

"Tch, this is meaningless." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

"It's because Xiaoyao ranked in the top ten in the whole grade, and her English teacher gave her a gift worth probably several thousand yuan," Li Wanyan explained for her.

"What is this thing so expensive? Is it real?" The father was clearly startled. "Then we should return it to the teacher quickly. We can't accept something so expensive."

"I didn't dare accept it at the time, but my English teacher insisted on giving it to me. She is indeed quite wealthy."

"Having money doesn't mean we can accept such expensive gifts," the father said, unusually serious. "It's their business whether others are rich or not. The important thing is, do we deserve to receive such expensive gifts?"

"Yes, it's definitely better to return it to her tomorrow." Mo Xueyao nodded.

“That wouldn’t be a good idea,” Li Wanyan said calmly. “For someone who is not short of money, refusing her gift would be the most embarrassing thing to do.”

"So, this is really difficult," the father shook his head. "Is your English teacher... a man or a woman?"

"She's a young female teacher, the kind from a well-off family," Mo Xueyao muttered. "Does Dad want to return the favor? But we can't afford such an expensive gift, can we?"

“But at least you’ve shown your respect. So, I’ll make a fruit basket, and you can take it to your English teacher tomorrow.” The father lit a cigarette and plugged in the rice cooker.

"I don't want to, that would look too weird."

“Since ancient times, we have valued reciprocity. It doesn’t have to be equivalent, but the sentiment is what matters. Otherwise, what would you give as a gift?” The father narrowed his eyes. “If your mother finds out you’re accepting such an expensive gift, she’ll scold you to death.”

"Okay—" Mo Xueyao drawled, "But don't tell Mom this thing is so expensive, just say... the kind that costs a few hundred."

"Don't worry, I've fooled you so many times since you were little, don't you still trust me?"

"Tch, when you went gambling before, didn't I help you get away with it?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "I don't owe you any favors!"

Li Wanyan looked at the fountain pen in her hand, which she was about to use to write, and was slightly stunned. She frowned and thought for a while, seemingly feeling that what Mo Xueyao's father said made sense, but she didn't know what gift to give in return.

Wouldn't it be a bit too stingy to just give a greeting card?

Then, how about sending something thoughtful?

A thousand paper cranes?

Just as Li Wanyan was fretting, Mo Xueyao was pressed down into a chair by her father: "Alright, alright, let's not talk about that anymore. Let me see what gift your English teacher gave you?"

"A gift that's completely meaningless... the kind of gift that girls just play around with."

The father glanced at Li Wanyan and deliberately laughed loudly: "Haha, you little rascal, you always exclude yourself from being a girl! Aren't you a girl too?"

"Tsk." Mo Xueyao clicked her tongue, realizing that she had let something slip. She wanted to refute but was afraid that Li Wanyan would notice more, so she shut her mouth and took out the items from the paper bag one by one.

Just looking at all those parts made my father start to believe that this thing was really expensive.

But I still find it hard to believe that it's worth several thousand dollars.

"Are these the doll's clothes?"

“Yes.” Mo Xueyao glanced sideways at the exquisitely crafted clothes her father was holding and nodded.

Even Li Wanyan was somewhat attracted, and couldn't help but pick up a small doll backpack and examine it from all angles. She said with a hint of amazement, "This little backpack can actually be opened, and the zipper is also usable... It's so exquisite."

"These accessories shouldn't be expensive, right? Even if they are, it's just a little bit of fabric. They can't possibly cost more than the clothes people wear, can they?" the father asked doubtfully.

"Hmm...it might really be more expensive than ordinary clothes," Li Wanyan said tactfully.

As a girl, even though my family was poor, I still knew a little about this kind of thing, since there were still some shops selling BJD dolls in this city.

Sometimes she would even deliberately take a detour to linger in front of the shop windows of those stores, fantasizing about bringing one of the dolls home.

However, Mo Xueyao fulfilled this wish.

But those who are favored are always fearless, and Mo Xueyao seemed to dislike it quite a bit.

Even the usually calm Li Wanyan couldn't figure out what she was thinking. Did she actually like it in her heart, but was just pretending to be resistant?

The so-called rebellious period?

Otherwise, she really didn't know how to explain why a girl would hate BJD dolls so much.

How could that be!

Just as boys are always unable to resist the charm of machines, BJD dolls also have an irresistible appeal to girls!

Unfortunately, there are always unexpected things that happen in the world. After all, Mo Xueyao didn't spend the first sixteen years of her life as a girl.