A Young Woman's Heart

"Huh, I always told her to take care of me, why is it the other way around today?"

“Silly girl, no matter what, Yan Yan isn’t my biological daughter. If I don’t take care of her and speak up for her, she’ll feel like an outsider in this family. Only in this way will she gradually feel that this is her real home and be able to integrate. I can’t treat her the same way I treat you. You are, after all, my own daughter, and it doesn’t matter what I say…”

"Hey, hey, I can get hurt too!"

"Come on, your skin is as thick as a city wall, and you're even injured." Her mother rolled her eyes at her, annoyed. "Go, go, go and get another meal."

"Okay, okay," Mo Xueyao muttered, biting her lip. "You adults' world is so complicated."

"If all adults in the world were like you, the world would have been doomed long ago!"

"Who said that? I think the world will be very peaceful!"

The mother neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply opened the lunchbox and clumsily picked up a mouthful of rice with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

Although it was local anesthesia, other parts of the body were still affected.

For example, her right hand seemed less flexible than usual, and it even trembled a little when it was suspended in mid-air.

Mo Xueyao hummed a tune and carried the food back home.

Knowing that her mother was alright, she put the matter aside and started thinking about going to the farm with Huang Yuxi on the weekend.

This should also be considered a kind of outing, right?

For Mo Xueyao, who is usually carefree, showing such concern for her mother is a rare occurrence.

Once she was sure everything was alright, she practically forgot about it.

If she weren't an optimist, she probably wouldn't have been able to make the dramatic transition from male to female.

Moreover, even an optimist like her has many uncomfortable aspects, and many feelings of depression and awkwardness.

If you were to switch to someone with a more melancholic personality and a more oppressive living environment, wouldn't they all be driven crazy?

Every time she thinks about this, Mo Xueyao feels fortunate that she has this kind of personality.

When Li Wanyan returned to the ward, she had already paid for the current stage of medication.

"Wanyan, hey, I bought another meal. That should be enough for us, right?"

Li Wanyan paused for a moment, then gently pinched Mo Xueyao's cheek and said with a soft laugh, "Thank you."

"What's wrong? Why are you so happy? Did something good happen?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.

"Ah."

"What good news?"

"Every day that Yao Yao is here is a good day."

"Ugh, Wanyan, that's so cheesy!" Mo Xueyao made a very contorted face to express her feelings. "I'm getting goosebumps all over!"

"Alright, alright, you two hurry up and eat. I've finished, the rest is yours." After finishing her meal, the mother picked up a magazine and started reading again. "Are you going home after you finish eating?"

"I'll stay with Mom until tonight," Mo Xueyao said, pointing to her schoolbag. "I'll do my homework here."

"Alright, but you don't need to come with me tomorrow. I can manage on my own." The mother smiled kindly. "I'm satisfied as long as you have this thought in mind."

"Mom, how many times have you said that?" Mo Xueyao said helplessly.

“It would be better if we came every day. It’s not convenient for Godmother to be here alone.” Li Wanyan picked up the disposable chopsticks in the bag. “If we always have to ask the nurses for help, they will get impatient.”

"What? Isn't this what a nurse's job is all about?"

“That’s different.” Li Wanyan shook her head, thought for a moment, but didn’t know how to explain.

However, Mo Xueyao didn't wait for her explanation. Her words seemed to be just a complaint: "Well, anyway, that's what I was planning to do. Ah, if Mom needs to go to the bathroom... Wanyan, you should help her, cough!"

Her mother glanced at her sideways but said nothing. After all, Mo Xueyao used to be her 'son,' and in this kind of matter, it was probably better for Li Wanyan to handle it.

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Chapter 233: A Gathering of Tokusatsu Fans?

The most popular opening line for elementary school students' essays is—

Time flies, the sun and the moon flies.

This is a very good sentence, but it has been used too much, making it seem overused and tasteless.

Just like setting a nice song as an alarm clock can also become annoying.

So sometimes, simple descriptions are more comforting.

Time passed from Tuesday to Friday.

Since there were no main classes that day, I finished almost all of my weekend homework in one morning.

During the lunch break, Mo Xueyao leaned lazily against the chair in the art club, with a cup of hot milk tea on the table in front of her, which she had gotten from Teacher Taiyin's psychological counseling center.

The club's advisor, Qiu Yi, has disappeared somewhere; he's probably playing video games.

As a teacher of a minor subject, Qiu Yi has quite a lot of free time.

What's surprising is that physics teacher Ye Yu is always so free.

Most of the time, the activities of art societies involve the appreciation of various art forms.

If the teacher isn't around, everyone uses the club's materials to make some crafts, earning credits while also getting together to chat.

Compared to an overly noisy classroom or a bustling playground, Mo Xueyao preferred this quieter room.

There don't need to be too many people. Everyone can do their own thing and there's no need to deliberately start any conversations. Even silence won't make the atmosphere awkward.

"I feel like I really have a talent for sculpting," Gao Yuan said with a smug look on his face, as if he were basking in the glow of his work.

Mo Xueyao, holding the club's art magazine, glanced at him and said, "Your artistic talent is truly unique."

"Right, haha!"

"Is this the only vulgar thing you can do? Can't you be a little more elegant?" Zhou Yong expressed his contempt for him because the thing Gao Yuan carved was the lower half of a man's body, about the size of a hand.

It's a thing with one butt and two legs, and of course, it doesn't lack that most important feature.

"How dare you talk to the president like that?" Gao Yuan said discontentedly. "This is art, you know, just like the Venus de Milo!"

"You still have the nerve to compare yourself to the Venus de Milo..."

"So what did you do? Let me see? Tsk, aren't you even worse than me? What are you pinching? Your butt?"

"Damn, it's a peach, okay?!"

"I think it's just a butt!" Mo Xueyao joked with a smile, then turned her gaze back to the magazine in her hand, which contained an article about Leonardo da Vinci.

This isn't a fashion art magazine, but a classical art magazine, somewhat like a book for recording information, only more concise and easier to read.

There are also more pictures, and you can often see famous paintings and sculptures on them.

"It really is a peach!" Zhou Yong felt hurt and turned to look at Duanmu Ji, only to find him sketching.

The subject of his sketch was Mo Xueyao, who was sitting diagonally opposite him reading a book.

"Huh...?" Zhou Yong's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but look at it a few more times to confirm that it was indeed Mo Xueyao in the drawing. "Duanmu Ji, I didn't realize you were secretly doing this, hehehe..."

Duanmu Ji raised an eyebrow and glanced at him: "I've drawn everyone in the club, I just happened to draw Mo Xueyao today."

“Huh? That seems to be true…” Zhou Yong paused for a moment, “The one you drew last time was me.”

"Hmm." Duanmu Ji didn't say much, lowered his head and continued drawing intently, glancing at Mo Xueyao from time to time.

Mo Xueyao was also very open to letting him observe, after all, he wasn't specifically drawing Mo Xueyao, others had drawn her too, so it didn't seem too awkward.

The two sisters, Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou, put four chairs together and took a nap on them.

For their busy lives, what they need most is sufficient sleep.

Li Wanyan and Mr. Xue were both called to the homeroom teacher's office and were not in the clubroom.

Mo Xueyao was the only girl awake here.

"Hey, Gao Yuan, why are you studying English so diligently lately? What's going on? Didn't you say you never studied English?"

"When did I say I wasn't going to study anymore?"

"You don't look like you're studying seriously. You got such a high score on yesterday's English quiz, you must have cheated."

"Damn it, do you think I'm like you? You have to make cheat sheets for dictation. I write what I can write, and I don't write what I can't. At worst, I'll be punished by copying. In terms of character, I'm much more noble than you."

"I've never seen anyone as shameless as you."

"Likewise. By the way, Zhou Yong, want to come to my house to play after school today?"

"What? Aren't your parents home?"

"Not here." Gao Yuan put the carving knife aside and blew the dust off the half-body sculpture. "Let's play games all night."

"Okay, what do you want to fight?"

"Hehe, do you know what my dad got for me? He bought it from Japan, and he also bought two games. Although they are Japanese versions, I can still understand part of the menu interface."

"What?" Zhou Yong asked curiously, then his eyes widened suddenly. "Holy crap, it can't be... that, can it?"

"That's right, that's it!"

"Holy crap! A PS2!?" Zhou Yong's voice was so loud it echoed throughout the room.

"Huh? PS2?" Mo Xueyao was also startled. "There's already a sequel? I only played the first one at my godfather's house."

"That's right, it's a PS2, haha. We don't have it here yet, you can only buy it over there." Gao Yuan crossed his arms and laughed smugly. "Hehe, Zhou Yong, do you want to play it?"

"Let's play! All night long!" Zhou Yong suddenly became excited. "Even if you don't let me go to your house tonight, I'm going anyway!"

"Can you calm down a bit? Can't you learn from Xiao Jiji?"

"I think he doesn't understand this at all, which is why he's not surprised, okay?"

"Which two games did you buy?" Mo Xueyao asked, leaning forward.

“Ridge Racer and Ring of Eternity.” Gao Yuan chuckled and scratched his head. “But the latter is a bit hard to understand. It’s an RPG with a lot of text, but you can’t really play it without reading the text…”

"Let's play racing games!" Zhou Yong said expectantly. "Oh, why isn't school over yet..."