A Young Woman's Heart

"It's nothing." Mo Xueyao put the handkerchief back into her bag. "There's still halfway through PE class, I'm going to watch them play basketball, do you want to come?"

"Together." Mr. Xue has always been like this, never pretentious or hesitant in his actions.

Unlike other boys who always seemed a bit strange in their words and actions when facing Mo Xueyao.

Mo Xueyao's favorite thing is when others don't treat her like a girl; that makes her feel comfortable.

The water in most of the basketball courts hadn't completely evaporated yet, but the boys couldn't wait to start playing basketball on the courts.

He didn't care at all when water splashed up and dirtied his trouser legs, only caring about the basketball that was being snatched back and forth.

This is probably why the clothes of these boys who play basketball always get dirty so easily.

After Mo Xueyao stood still outside the basketball court, the boys became noticeably more excited, their movements becoming larger and faster.

Finally, a tall boy grabbed the basketball, tossed it gently from a distance, and made a three-pointer, which went into the basket.

He turned to Mo Xueyao with a smug look and raised an eyebrow, but received no response.

She remembered the man's name: Chen Cheng. He was the boy who used to smoke outside of school. He had a somewhat spoiled and unruly personality, but many girls thought that was part of his personality.

It's mainly because she's good-looking.

If Zhou Yong had done the same thing, he would probably have been called an "ugly person causing trouble."

Although Zhou Yong is not ugly, he is just not handsome.

Perhaps it was the hormones in the air that stirred the boys' minds, making the competition on the court even more intense, and their desire to impress the pretty girls was fully ignited.

Mo Xueyao's eyelids drooped, feeling somewhat speechless.

Because everyone who scores or steals the ball has to glance at her.

It's not that I feel nauseous.

It's just a bit funny.

It's like a child who gets good grades wants to be praised by their parents.

"Hey, are boys really all the same, never growing up?" Hua Yinyin, who appeared out of nowhere, muttered with her cheeks puffed out.

"Hey, Hua Yinyin, why do you always appear without making a sound? Are you a ghost?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, took a half step to the side, and distanced herself from her.

"Because I was looking for you, huh? I never expected you to be having a secret rendezvous with Mr. Xue. How despicable! I feel like I'm being cuckolded!"

"Stop, stop, stop!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "What exactly is our relationship? Even if we were meeting in secret, it's none of your business, right?"

"Waaaaah—Little Yaoyao doesn't want me, her husband, anymore~"

"Go away, go away, what husband stuff? Even if we're husband and wife, I should be the husband."

"Oh~ So, Xiaoyaoyao means she loves me?"

"Go play somewhere else..." Mo Xueyao said, both amused and annoyed, realizing she had fallen into Hua Yinyin's trap.

"Clang."

"Small--"

Just then, Mo Xueyao heard a loud shout.

A basketball crashed through the half-closed iron fence of the court and came out. It was very close to Mo Xueyao, but even closer to Mr. Xue. Fortunately, it did not hit him directly. Instead, it flew over Mr. Xue's shoulder and then hit the person behind him in the face with a 'bang'.

"Be... careful..." Zhou Yong stammered, finishing what he hadn't finished saying, letting the basketball slide to the ground, bounce, and then hit his chin. "Damn it!"

As a result, his face was smashed and his tongue was bitten by teeth; he was incredibly unlucky.

"Wow, Zhou Yong, you're awesome!" Gao Yuan, who witnessed everything, gave a thumbs up. "You sprinted all that way just to catch the ball with your face, you're something else!"

"Zhou Yong, are you alright!" Li Hongran shouted from the court.

"It's nothing...," Zhou Yong said, covering his mouth.

"What just happened?" Mo Xueyao was still confused.

"This kid probably wanted to come over and block the ball for you, but he didn't get to show off and ended up making a fool of himself. Tsk tsk," Gao Yuan said, shaking his head and teasing.

"It's okay if you don't come..." Mo Xueyao said helplessly.

"Let's take him to the infirmary," said Mr. Xue, whose shoulder had been grazed by the ball. "It seems like he has a nosebleed."

"Tch, so useless, you're already getting a nosebleed?" Hua Yinyin took out a pack of tissues from her pocket and handed it to him. "Here, just wipe it off, why bother going to the infirmary!"

"Bah."

Just then, the zipper on Hua Yinyin's school uniform suddenly came undone.

Mo Xueyao thought she heard a cracking sound.

Upon closer inspection, the bow tied behind her neck was gone.

This means that...

Did your bra fall down?

"Hey, what are you doing? Why is your nosebleed getting worse?" Hua Yinyin asked, looking puzzled.

"Cough cough!" Gao Yuan also suddenly covered his nose, but his eyes kept glancing at Hua Yinyin's chest.

"Huh!?" Hua Yinyin finally realized what was happening and lowered her head.

However, it was just that the bra strap had broken; she was wearing a thermal undershirt over it.

It's just that without that constraint, it looks particularly unconventional.

Well, it's very elastic, isn't it?

Hua Yinyin breathed a sigh of relief, and proudly puffed out her chest: "What? If you like watching so much, I'll let you watch to your heart's content~"

Blood oozed from between Zhou Yong's fingers.

Mr. Xue calmly stepped in front of Hua Yinyin and said, "Hua Yinyin, zip up your coat. I'll take Zhou Yong to the infirmary."

"Oh..." Hua Yinyin obediently zipped up the zipper, winked at Mo Xueyao beside her, and said in a low voice, "Does Xiaoyao want to see?"

"Hey, Zhou Yong, what are you doing? Walk properly, don't walk with your legs tucked together! You weren't hit by a basketball!" Gao Yuan's voice came from not far away.

"Help me... for a bit..." Zhou Yong's voice sounded extremely weak.

"You guys go first, I'll go check if he's alright," Li Hongran said, carefully locking the iron fence gate of the court and chasing after Zhou Yong.

Mo Xueyao didn't go over because she wanted to have lunch early today.

During PE class, you can go to the cafeteria ten minutes early to enjoy the spacious feeling of no one else being there yet.

Most importantly, there's no need to queue, and you can eat whatever you want.

It's a pity that there's also Hua Yinyin, that little tagalong. It would be perfect if there were only one person—Mo Xueyao thought to herself.

Halfway through the meal, Zhou Yong returned and joined us for an early lunch.

The others also sat down, and several boys and girls gathered at a table.

"Oh my god—Xiao Yao secretly had lunch here with Hua Yinyin without even calling me!" Wang Jiale looked jealous, while Mo Xiaoxiao stroked her hair like she was petting a cat.

"Because I knew you would definitely come back, so I didn't call you." Mo Xueyao winked mischievously.

Zhou Yong was 'arranged' by the boys to sit opposite Hua Yinyin. He looked weak at the moment, and blushed immediately when he saw Hua Yinyin.

Mo Xueyao watched him cautiously, afraid that he might spit out a nosebleed and splash it into her bowl, which would ruin her lunch.

"What are you doing, staring at me like that? Let me tell you, I don't like boys," Hua Yinyin said jokingly, glancing sideways at Zhou Yong.

"Cough cough!" Zhou Yong quickly coughed.

"Haha! If Zhou Yong were handsome, he'd definitely be a womanizer," Liu Xiaowei chuckled lewdly. "Look at him, he likes several girls now!"

"What man isn't a womanizer?" Gao Yuan said righteously. "Aren't all men womanizers?"

"Who said that? I'm not a womanizer!" Mo Xueyao slammed her hand on the table indignantly, expressing her dissatisfaction at being excluded.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

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Chapter 155 The Ending Year of 1999

There are different opinions on the end dates of the 20th and 21st centuries, and the standards of understanding differ between China and other countries. Since most older generations believe that 1999 marked the end of the 20th century, and Baidu Baike (Baidu Encyclopedia) also supports this view, we should take the Baidu Baike entry from our own country as the standard and refrain from arguing.

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Nine is the ultimate number.

There's no fancy mystical explanation; it's simply because after nine, you move forward one place.

The difference between 9 and 10 is not large, but it seems like they are from two different worlds.

Just like how all merchants like to price their products as X9.9, 1999 represents the previous era, and 2000 represents the next era.

After all, the end of 99 also means the end of the last century, and what is to come is a new century, a new era, and everything will be different.

This also means that the century of world war has finally come to an end, and the new century will arrive in a relatively peaceful world.

This is 1999, a year that is about to end.

December 31st.

According to the Gregorian calendar, after today, it will be next year.

In addition, today happens to be Friday, so the atmosphere at school is quite different from usual.

Every year, everyone bids farewell to the old year and welcomes the new, but the farewell to the old year in 1999 was exceptionally different.

Mo Xueyao was the same.

She carried with her a sense of nostalgia for the past and an expectation for the future.

It's just another day passing by, but it feels like I'm saying goodbye to my past self.

She arrived exceptionally early today.

She went out with her father, and after arriving at the fruit shop, she went to school with Li Wanyan.