A Young Woman's Heart

“Let me think… Ah, I’ve got it! These eyes can represent ubiquitous surveillance. We may seem free, but everything we do and everything we like is actually on someone else’s statistical list.”

"That's an exaggeration."

"Well, it might not be possible now, but it might be possible in the future. As long as the data is large enough, we can analyze you very thoroughly."

"But how do they get my data? I won't tell anyone how much I spent."

"Yeah, that's true..." Hua Yinyin muttered, then suddenly turned and pinched Mo Xueyao's cheek. "Little Yaoyao is arguing with me again!"

"You were the one who said it had to have substance," Mo Xueyao said, pursing her lips.

"What do you think are the underlying meanings in my drawings, Xiaoyao?"

"You don't even know who the author is, yet you're asking me? Hey, are you sure you're not mistaken?" Mo Xueyao was speechless.

"Hmph, isn't that normal? Authors sometimes don't understand the emotions they're expressing because they don't always understand themselves. As the saying goes, 'the one involved is often the last to know'..."

"Alright, alright, stop making excuses." Mo Xueyao took another sip of milk. "I don't know if it has any deeper meaning, but I think it's pretty good, at least in terms of being scary and making people feel uncomfortable."

"That's fine then."

"Yinyin, do you want to be a painter when you grow up?"

"Well, if possible, I would certainly like to continue doing this." Hua Yinyin turned her head and smiled. "However, if you want to become famous, you probably can't do it on your own."

"Then what else do we need?"

"Hmm...maybe there will be websites for artists to publish their work in the future?"

"Oh, that's possible." Mo Xueyao was quite optimistic about the prospects. "The future will definitely be an internet age, but when will computers become cheaper? They're too expensive; I really can't afford them."

"However, I'm not so optimistic about it."

"why?"

"Hmm...maybe by then, the things I draw won't even belong to me anymore." Hua Yinyin put away the colored pencil drawings she had finished and placed them in a folder that someone else had used to store exam papers.

There are many colored pencil drawings like these, drawn relatively casually.

"How about we make our own website sometime?" Mo Xueyao leaned lazily against the bookshelf and shoved the Van Gogh biography back into place.

"Sure, but does Xiaoyao know how to do it?"

"Of course... um... no, but you can learn!"

"Then we'll be like a small workshop! I can be in charge of drawing and writing stories, but what can Xiaoyaoyao be in charge of?"

"Huh? You've taken over the story writing too?"

"Hmph, after all, I'm the top student in Chinese in the whole grade!" Hua Yinyin puffed out her chest proudly. "Writing is a piece of cake for me!"

“No, I’ll take charge of writing… Your writing is terrible.” Mo Xueyao pouted. “Don’t let it turn into an adult-only workshop… Hmm, I think it should be called a club, since it’s a place where we work together.”

“Let’s call the place where we work together a studio.” Hua Yinyin leaned on Mo Xueyao’s lap. “Then I’ll be in charge of illustrations or comics, and Xiao Yaoyao will be in charge of writing novels or scripts.”

"right……"

"We can also play games!"

"That's too difficult..."

"How will we know if we don't try?" Hua Yinyin excitedly rubbed against Mo Xueyao's thigh.

"Hey, hey, your drool is all over my legs!"

"Okay, that's decided! Let's work towards that goal!"

“…I don’t think this can be a career.” Mo Xueyao pouted and pushed Hua Yinyin’s head away. “It can only be considered a hobby.”

“It’s rare to have hobbies in life, because that means our lives have value and meaning.” Hua Yinyin sat up straight. “Just working, getting married, and having children in a routine way is the most boring kind of life! People should realize their spiritual value! Art is the best way to do that, so that at least we will have something left behind after we die, so that future generations can still remember what kind of people we were.”

"You're overthinking it..." Mo Xueyao threw the finished potato chips into the trash can. "That's such a distant thing!"

"Tch, Xiao Yaoyao is so silly because she doesn't think about the future."

"Hey, how dare someone whose overall grades are only average in the grade call me stupid?" Mo Xueyao tapped her on the head indignantly.

"Tsk, tsk, grades don't mean anything!" Hua Yinyin muttered as she stood up. "Oh, right, let's take Xiao Yaoyao to see that today! It just so happens to be today!"

Which one?

"Blow up the building."

"Blow up the building?" Mo Xueyao asked in confusion, "Do you want to be a terrorist?"

"No, I was watching someone else blast it." Hua Yinyin said, pulling Mo Xueyao to the balcony, where they could see the other side of the house.

Behind this is an empty road, and I don't know if it's not open to traffic yet, but it seems like no cars drive by here.

Because it's so open, you can see very far.

In the distance, there was a building standing alone, looking as if it had been abandoned for many years, or as if it had been abandoned halfway through construction.

"That building? Why blow it up?"

"It seems like it was an illegal building, or something about unpaid construction fees. Anyway, the boss has already absconded overseas with the money." Hua Yinyin sat down in the chair and rested her head on Mo Xueyao's chest, her fluffy hair tickling the latter's nose. "Back then, they said they were going to build a commercial street, and then they got government funding. I don't know if it was through connections or something, but anyway, it was built. They only built one building in a year, and the location was really weird, so if they wanted to build more buildings, they would waste a lot of space."

"Well……"

"Moreover, even if this building were barely usable, it wouldn't be acceptable because it's a completely shoddy construction project and wouldn't pass inspection."

"Wow, this is outrageous!" Mo Xueyao frowned. "Isn't this too greedy? Is he just trying to run away with the money?"

"Yes, that was roughly the plan from the beginning."

"But this has slowed down the development here. We might have been able to see a commercial street already built."

Hua Yinyin glanced at Mo Xueyao, lazily picked up her cup and took a sip of water: "They don't care. As long as they can make money in the short term, they can just escape to another place."

"Capitalists..."

"They can't even be considered capitalists, they're just swindlers, right?" Hua Yinyin licked her cute tiger teeth with her tongue. "Calling them capitalists is an insult to the black-heartedness of capitalists."

"Alas."

"At the very least, capitalists certainly won't just take advantage of the government."

“Capitalists…” Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her hand, watching as a number of people busied themselves, seemingly planting bombs.

Because they were so far apart, it was almost impossible to see the people clearly; all I could see were moving black dots.

A full hour passed before those people finally retreated to a distance.

The onlookers were evacuated to a more distant location.

Some people even ran into the building to check if anyone was still inside.

Mo Xueyao was also surprised at how patient she had been to watch it for an hour.

Honestly, there's really nothing to see here, is there?

Perhaps they were just anticipating the moment the building would be blown up...

Then, sirens sounded again, seemingly to deter others from approaching.

After waiting for several more minutes, a loud bang was heard.

The building collapsed with a crash.

The explosions didn't spread everywhere, indicating that it was a targeted blasting operation planned by a professional team.

The building collapsed like a giant, instantly reminding Mo Xueyao of a corner of that bizarre dream.

But I can't remember anything else.

"Phew, finally down." Hua Yinyin breathed a sigh of relief. "That was awesome!"

"A colossal structure has collapsed. But what are the plans for this place in the future?"

"It seems the city government will take over and turn this place into a pedestrian street." Hua Yinyin wasn't too sure either. "Well, I've only heard some rumors."

"Well……"

"By the way, Yaoyao, do you know what day tomorrow is?"

"Tomorrow? What day? The holiday isn't over yet." She was a little confused.

"Huh? Little Yaoyao didn't know? Hmph, so you really don't like the class monitor? Oh dear, I know you're deeply infatuated with me..."

Mo Xueyao reached out and covered her mouth: "What is all this about? Does it have anything to do with the class monitor? Tomorrow?"

"Little Yao Yao, don't you know? Oh... you probably don't know, but I saw the student information at the teacher's last time. If I remember correctly, the class monitor's birthday is tomorrow." Hua Yinyin leaned into Mo Xueyao's arms, pinching her loose black hair. "Don't you have any plans?"

"I just realized that... Please stop pinching me, you have braids yourself!"

"It feels so good to squeeze other people's stuff~ especially Xiaoyao's."

"Speak properly, and stop blushing, okay?"

"Hehe, I was really shy just now."

"Who would believe that! Hmm... Tomorrow is the class monitor's birthday, so I'll buy him a gift as a surprise. What should I buy..."

"How about I give you a hammer?"

Hua Yinyin's words reminded Mo Xueyao of the birthday gift Huang Zhengyang had given her.

A wrench doesn't seem to be much better than a hammer, does it?

……

Chapter 251 The Well-behaved Hua Yinyin

"Really, I can't eat anymore..." Hua Yinyin mumbled indistinctly, biting Mo Xueyao's finger in her mouth.

It was the morning of May 5th.

Mo Xueyao spent the night at Hua Yinyin's house.

Since we'd already spent the night at her place, last night I was inevitably forced to shower with her.

To be honest, Mo Xueyao had somehow gotten used to it.