A Young Woman's Heart

"Hey, you can't be serious... Ah, okay, maybe you've finally realized you're a girl and that's why you're shy? Hey, don't worry, don't worry, I still see you as a brother, I have absolutely no intention of pursuing you!"

"Ugh, stop being so disgusting!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine, where shall we meet?"

What's it like at the middle school gate?

"Please spare me, I don't want to see Hua Zai." Hua Zai is Long Xinghua, Mo Xueyao's former homeroom teacher.

"Haha, let me tell you, I've met him before, and I almost called him that, but luckily I changed my mind in time and called him Brother Long instead."

"So, you'd better pick a location quickly."

"Tsk, this is too much trouble. How about I just come to your place?"

“I refuse,” Mo Xueyao immediately objected.

"Hey, why are you being so mysterious? I can't even come to your house to play, okay...! How about we go there then?"

Where?

"That's it! The place I used to frequent!"

"Oh... there... isn't that done yet?"

"No, it's still a deserted street."

"Okay, you guys go ahead, I'll be right there."

“Okay, let’s meet at the end of the street later, hahaha, when Xiaoming sees you, he’ll be grinning from ear to ear.” Li Gutao paused for a moment, then suddenly changed his mind, “Oh… not necessarily, maybe he’s already used to it.”

"What do you mean by 'habitual'..." Mo Xueyao muttered as she hung up the phone and ran into her room to find her clothes.

Most of the clothes he wore when he was a boy were given away by his mother to relatives and friends. What was left were some unisex clothes that Mo Xueyao insisted on keeping, which were not so masculine.

Of course, she also kept a few sets for herself.

Although there was no chance of wearing it, it was still hidden away.

It's as if he quietly buried his dignity as a man deep in his heart.

Since I'm going to see my old best friend, I should definitely wear my old clothes from when I was a boy.

Although time cannot be turned back, people will always have some obsessions.

This is a menswear outfit that she likes; it's a casual style with a hooded long-sleeved top made of a material that looks a bit like nylon.

The most unique feature of the clothes is that they are divided into two colors, one side is black and the other side is gray. They are not completely divided in half, but rather the colors are allocated by an "X" in the middle. For example, the left sleeve is gray, but the left chest area is black.

There was a cool sword on the back of her clothes, and when she put on the hood, it always made her feel inexplicably excited, as if she were a superhero disguised as an ordinary person.

She wore a pair of tight pants on her lower body, which was a rare pair of tight pants that she liked.

Most of the time, she still prefers to wear loose pants.

The leggings are made of a material similar to jeans, but not as stiff, and the color is black on one side and gray on the other.

Her godfather gave her this outfit when she was in the second year of junior high school; she never expected that she could still wear it now.

The leggings just feel a little tighter and a little shorter.

The clothes were still the same, still quite loose.

"Ah... I've not gotten fat, I've just grown up, so my legs are a little thicker..." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself, trying to comfort herself, but in her heart she was thinking that it might be better to skip dinner recently.

"Wanyan, help me tie my hair!" Mo Xueyao, dressed in men's clothing with her long hair loose, ran out and shouted at Li Wanyan.

"Hmm." Li Wanyan looked at Mo Xueyao, who was dressed in men's clothing, paused slightly, and then gestured for her to squat down beside her. "What kind of hairstyle do you want?"

"Something clean and neat."

"Should I sweep my bangs up?"

"Hmm... You decide what to do."

"High ponytail."

"it is good."

"Black hair tie."

“Sure,” Mo Xueyao readily replied. “No headband, keep it simple, something cool and spirited, with a heroic feel.”

Li Wanyan silently tied up her hair, examined it carefully for a while, and then handed her a small mirror.

"Hmm...it's alright, but your hair is really long. Even with a high ponytail, it hangs all the way down your back." Mo Xueyao muttered, touching the braid behind her, and got up to walk towards the door. "Wanyan, I'm going out."

"Where to?"

"Uh... I'm meeting up with an old classmate."

Li Wanyan continued to watch in silence as she put on her sneakers, touched the ground with her toes, and only when the door was about to close did she finally ask again, "Going alone?"

“Yeah, ah… Wanyan wants to come too? Cough… um…” Mo Xueyao scratched her cheek awkwardly, “Because she’s my best friend from before, so… um…”

"Be careful on the road." Li Wanyan shook her head, and then saw Mo Xueyao give an embarrassed smile before gently closing the door.

Suddenly, Li Wanyan was the only one left in the room.

The house was so quiet it was as if no one was there.

A full half hour later, she silently stood up and dialed the fruit shop's number on the landline: "Godmother."

"Hey? Hey, what's up, Yan Yan?"

"Yaoyao has gone out to play. I'm going to the fruit shop later."

"Oh, wait, aren't you going with her?"

"Ah."

"Tsk, this brat, she's left you behind!"

“It’s because I don’t want to go,” Li Wanyan explained simply.

"Okay, then come over for lunch later. Be careful on your bike if you're coming, Yan Yan."

"Ah."

Li Wanyan hung up the phone, let out a soft breath, and a slight smile appeared on her face, but she quickly withdrew it.

On the other side, Mo Xueyao felt a little embarrassed, but still rode her bike to that place with a lot of anticipation and nervousness.

It was an unfinished street without even a name.

Construction has been halted since I started junior high school.

She and her two best friends often went there to hang out.

There's nothing particularly fun about it; it's just that it's an empty corner of the city, like a post-apocalyptic ruin, which might be interesting.

When I arrived here by bike, the place still looked like an unfinished street that was almost completed.

However, the weeds in the flower bed had already grown onto the road. Some weeds on the cement ground were as tall as her ankles, and in the mud next to it, there were weeds even taller than Mo Xueyao.

Some of the weeds were even flowering, but I couldn't name them.

At the end of the street is part of a river, where willows planted along the banks grow freely and lushly without any care.

Although there are no human voices here, there are many pleasant bird calls.

Bird nests can be seen everywhere, and there are also several stray cats hiding here.

Stepping into this place feels like entering a wilderness within a steel jungle—it's magical.

There were two boys standing with their backs to her by the river. One was Li Gutao, who was of medium build, and the other, she guessed, was Shi Haiming.

He's much taller than he was in junior high.

He should be about 1.75 meters tall by now.

“Hey—Silly Ming—Daitao—!” she shouted, using the nicknames she had given the two of them.

“Yo! You idiot!” Li Gutao replied skillfully.

"Hey, hey, why are you calling me that again? The nicknames I gave you guys are much better than this!"

"Heh, haha... because I remembered that rumor... you didn't, so that's why I called you that."

"You son of a bitch..." Mo Xueyao stepped forward and punched Li Gutao in the chest. As if unlocking a password, the slight estrangement between the two due to the passage of time disappeared instantly, leaving only the brotherly intimacy.

"Wow, I wish all women were as beautiful as you are now, Xiaoyao."

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao was taken aback. "Xiaoming, tsk...you must have even more girls chasing after you now, right?"

"It's alright, it's alright. I get a headache just looking at women now." Shi Haiming rubbed his temples, closed his eyes, then opened them again to glance at Mo Xueyao, before closing his eyes again and letting out an exaggerated wail, "Ah...headache..."

"What did you do? You didn't become a male prostitute, did you?"

"Correct."

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao was stunned, because she had only meant it as a joke.

"As you can see, this kid is now the top star at the club, and many wealthy women specifically request him," Li Gutao explained with a complicated smile.

"Really? You're kidding, right? Hey, I've joked like this before back in school, but you don't have to actually do it yourself, do you?"

"Tsk, because she doesn't have much education, doesn't want to work hard, and is also fairly good-looking..."

"That last sentence sounds so narcissistic," Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and punched Shi Haiming in the chest without hesitation. "So, how does it feel? Isn't it great? Having women every day is awesome, hehehe..."

"Don't even mention it." Shi Haiming clutched his kidneys. "Just thinking about it gives me kidney pain. Twice a day, how can I stand it... My God, and those rich women, sigh, do you think all rich women are beautiful?"

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Chapter 221 Three Best Friends

Most people have a few friends during their school years.

But no matter how many friends you have, you usually only have two best friends.

Including myself, there are three of us.

A triangle is a stable structure, and the relationship between three people is also a stable structure.