A Young Woman's Heart

Mo Xueyao read the letter again, then sat down in her room, tore off a piece of paper from her drawer, and began writing her reply.

It was basically a thank you for the gift, and a sharing of recent major events in China as well as some small things that happened around me. She thought for a long time about what gift to give in return, and finally found a few small pieces of peanut candy and stuffed them into the letter.

Although they are definitely not equivalent...

Well, but these kinds of gifts aren't about monetary value, they're about the sentiment behind them.

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Chapter 240 An Overly Arrogant Thug

"Ah—it's the end of the month again, and soon it will be May Day, National Day... oh no, Labor Day!" Mo Xueyao stood in front of her bicycle, twisting her body, and then lifted her right leg to straddle the bike. "I think they said we can have a seven-day break."

"It's been too long." Li Wanyan was more worried about the progress of her studies. "This semester is almost over."

"Huh... Wanyan is the first student I've met who doesn't like having too long a holiday..."

“Too much rest can actually negatively impact one’s mental state,” Li Wanyan replied.

"It's only been seven days, not long at all!" Mo Xueyao pouted. "Wanyan is the kind of student who will ask the teacher to assign homework if the teacher forgets to.

“That’s the class monitor’s duty,” Li Wanyan replied indifferently, as if she were a robot, devoid of any emotion.

Although it was only early morning, it was clear at a glance that it was going to be a good day.

My mother hasn't been going to the fruit shop as early as she used to lately.

The fruit shop's opening time was delayed a bit. Usually, the father would ride his tricycle to open the fruit shop, while the mother would go to the shop after finishing her work at home. By the time she arrived, it was already around seven or eight o'clock.

Actually, this didn't affect business much. After all, health is the foundation of everything. If you overwork yourself, you'll end up spending more money than you earn.

The principle of "balancing tension and relaxation" is exactly this.

After leaving the residential area and reaching the main road, Mo Xueyao took a slight detour and went to the post office, where she slipped the letter she had written the day before inside.

The envelope had stamps that had been purchased in advance.

A life with expectations is a wonderful life.

The monthly letter brought a little more hope to Mo Xueyao's otherwise mundane days.

Perhaps because I left home too early in the morning, when I arrived at the school gate, not only was the main gate closed, but even the side gate was locked.

Mo Xueyao peeked through the crack in the gate and found that there was no one in the security booth. It seemed that the security guard was either on patrol, or he had gone to buy breakfast, or he might not have gotten up yet.

Although the security guards at Yukong High School work 24-hour shifts, they still need to take a nap when they are too tired. Even though theoretically this is considered slacking off at work, the school turns a blind eye to it.

After all, it's okay to rest a little late at night, and working 24 hours straight can indeed be very tiring.

The only advantage of being a security guard at Yukong High School is that you can work one day and rest the next, although in essence, you are overworking yourself.

"Let's wait a bit." Mo Xueyao parked her bicycle at the school gate, took out a cola candy, popped it into her mouth, and leisurely started moving around.

After riding a bicycle for more than half an hour, I no longer wanted to sit.

Sitting for too long will make your butt hurt.

The seat of this old-fashioned bicycle is neither soft nor very shock-absorbing. If the road is bumpy, it really feels like your butt is going to be shaken to pieces.

Li Wanyan never missed a moment to study. Without even getting off her bicycle, she took out her English textbook and started memorizing the text.

In terms of studies, Li Wanyan is much more diligent than Mo Xueyao. Mo Xueyao sometimes wonders if she could achieve similar grades if she worked just as hard.

But that's just a thought. If you really made her study in such a non-stop way, it would drive her crazy.

Everyone has a different personality, and therefore, their learning methods should also be different. You can't force a good thing to be good, and forced learning is often just a waste of time.

For Mo Xueyao, having enough leisure time is the best way to learn.

"Hey~! Is that blue-eyed girl the famous school beauty from Yukong High School?"

"The guy next to me with glasses is pretty good too."

"Hey ladies! Want to chat?"

Three voices came from not far away.

Mo Xueyao looked up and saw three men with strangely dyed hair and ridiculous hairstyles walking towards her.

For a moment, Mo Xueyao was confused as to whether they were petty thugs or performance artists.

That guy who dyed his hair green and styled his hair like a hat.

What, does he really enjoy being cuckolded? Or does this guy have masochistic tendencies?

Li Wanyan didn't look up, but her brows furrowed slightly as she continued reciting her English text, choosing to ignore them.

However, these people were clearly not so easily dismissed. Seeing that they were being ignored, they became even more shameless and approached them: "Ladies, can't we say something? Can't we chat? We're all young people, so we should have a lot in common, right? The three of us are just bored."

"Yeah, that's right," said the green-haired man. "Have you had breakfast yet? How about I treat you guys to breakfast?"

"No need, I've already eaten," Mo Xueyao decisively refused.

"Haha, let's chat then. You can't get into the school anyway. By the way, why are you here so early? Pretending to be good students?"

"Hehe, pretty girls like to do this, to prove they're not just pretty faces. But why bother studying when you're so beautiful? You can easily make a living off men, right?"

"Are you insulting me?" Mo Xueyao glared at him indignantly.

"No, no, we're just complimenting you."

"This is the school gate."

"What does it matter? There's nobody here anyway, right? Haha." The blond-haired man made a very awkward shrug, then casually flicked his bangs, causing a few flakes of dandruff to fall off, making one wonder if he never washes his hair.

"Beautiful ladies, may I have your contact information? I've fallen in love with you at first sight." The purple-haired man had short hair, but wore earrings. "Don't worry, in bed, I can definitely make you feel like you're in heaven."

Li Wanyan frowned even more deeply. She finally closed her textbook, looked up, and said, "Please leave, or we'll have to call security."

"Haha, security, is there any security? Even if there is, do you think the three of us are afraid of just one guy?"

“Calling the police won’t do any good. We were just hitting on her, can’t we even chat? We’re not touching her inappropriately, you know,” the green-haired youth said, as he tried to put his hand on Mo Xueyao’s shoulder.

But Mo Xueyao nimbly stepped aside, frowning as she looked at him: "Do you want to get beaten up?"

"Being beaten? Hahaha, come on, give me a good beating. I like being beaten by women. Hey, it's very comfortable." The green-haired man looked up and laughed, saying sarcastically.

"Idiot." Mo Xueyao didn't make a move. After all, the other party hadn't made a move yet, and if she made a move rashly, it would be considered an attack on her own initiative. Besides... the security guard hadn't come yet. If the other party got serious, the two girls might not be able to handle them.

"A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, even her cursing has a certain charm." The blond-haired man was already intoxicated. "Ah, you smell so good?"

"Get lost," Mo Xueyao said coldly, her brows furrowed. "Or I'll make sure you're childless today."

"Wow, she's got quite a temper, she's got the air of a strong woman."

"I like this kind of thing."

"It's good that there's resistance!"

"Hey hey hey."

"Hahaha……"

"Are you three mentally challenged?" Mo Xueyao thought these three must have intellectual disabilities. "Causing trouble for students in broad daylight at the school gate, don't you want to live?"

"So what? There's no rule against people from outside the school talking to students, is there?"

"Exactly, you can just ignore us if you want, but you can't stop us from speaking. That's called freedom of speech, understand?"

Mo Xueyao coldly looked at the other person's hand, which had stepped forward and insisted on placing on her shoulder: "Then what do you mean by touching me?"

"This was just an accident. Look, you didn't resist. Do you want to do it with the brothers?" The disgusting words came out of the green-haired man's mouth, making Mo Xueyao feel nauseous.

"Let go, you syphilis bastard (62: a Hangzhou swear word)." Mo Xueyao's patience had reached its limit. This time, without giving the other party a chance to answer, she directly punched the other party in the chest.

Since the other party hadn't made a move yet, it wouldn't be good if she accidentally hit them in the face, so she positioned her attack rather conservatively.

Even so, the sudden punch made the green-haired guy clutch his chest and take half a step back in pain.

"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!" This is another classic line often uttered by petty thugs.

It's terrible to be uncultured; you can only be a broken record.

If it were Mo Xueyao, there would be plenty of words to replace her, such as "ungrateful," "unappreciative," or "not recognizing the mountain when it's right in front of you," or "Do you want to get on my bed standing up or sideways?" You could even go a little off-topic and say something like "Even the light of a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon."

Well... there's a lot to say, but the thugs think this is already a cultured way of speaking.

Not saying "You fucking want to die" is already considered quite cultured.

The three men rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight.

But the purple-haired youth standing at the back was suddenly patted on the shoulder. Just as he turned around, his legs were suddenly tripped, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Before Huang Mao could react, he was thrown over his shoulder to his companion, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

As they clutched their backs, curled up like shrimp, and screamed in agony, the boy who had attacked them earlier grinned at them, revealing two rows of white teeth, and said in a hearty voice, "It's better not to fight at the school gate next time, okay?"

"Huh—Mr. Xue?" Mo Xueyao looked at the newcomer in surprise. "You know...judo?"

"I know a little," Mr. Xue replied modestly, glancing at Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan, and greeting them, "Good morning."

"Good morning... uh... you hit someone."

"I only came to help because I saw you were taking action." Mr. Xue smiled, and actually bent down and reached out to help the three of them up one by one. "Are you alright? You should study hard in the future. If a person doesn't study, he can only become a disgrace to society."

"Yeah, so what if we're scum?" the blond-haired guy retorted defiantly. "We were caught off guard just now. If you're so tough, don't sneak up on us, let's fight head-on!"

“Not you, you are far from it.” Mr. Xue patted the dust off his clothes and said sincerely, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mock you.”

Mo Xueyao stared blankly, mouth agape. Was it true that there was nothing there, or was she pretending?

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Chapter 241 Turning Enemies into Friends

Yellow hair, green hair, and purple hair—three oddly styled thugs.