A Young Woman's Heart

In an era when entertainment was not very developed, spending extra money on CDs was a real luxury.

"Kuuga... Ultraman?" Mo Xueyao was stunned for a moment, feeling that the name sounded familiar, before she suddenly realized that this was the latest Kamen Rider.

"Hmm! This Ultraman can't grow bigger, but he has several different forms!"

"This is Kamen Rider..." Mo Xueyao shook her head helplessly, noticing that the disc was in Japanese. "Xiaoyu, can you understand it?"

"I can understand some of it... but the subtitles are too fast, and I can't see some of them clearly," Yu Jinyu said, staring intently at the screen.

"Well, that's not bad either. Who knows, you might even learn Japanese in the future?" Mo Xueyao said with a hint of teasing. However, she knew very well that anyone who could learn Japanese in this way would probably be considered exceptionally gifted.

At this moment, the plot is reaching its most exciting part.

The church was engulfed in flames, and the handsome male protagonist angrily charged at the strange man in front of him—who looked a bit like a vampire, but Mo Xueyao, who hadn't seen the previous episodes, couldn't make a definitive judgment.

The transformation was completely different from what she had imagined. Instead of striking a pose and transforming, she continuously attacked her opponent, gradually transforming as she attacked, until finally her head was covered by a helmet, revealing a pair of enormous red eyes with a terrifying aura.

The plot is not childish; on the contrary, it seems more suitable for adults, or at least high school students like Mo Xueyao.

Even if children can't grasp the deeper meaning, they can still enjoy watching the battles.

If Ultraman's transformation is too far removed from ordinary people and almost impossible to achieve, then Kamen Rider's transformation is closer to ordinary people.

Simply imagine the transformation as putting on a suit of armor.

This armor is like an exoskeleton, which not only provides greater strength and resistance to impact, but also offers more capabilities, such as shooting flames or jumping higher.

While gigantification is a man's romantic ideal, if people were to believe it, Mo Xueyao would rather believe that armor like that of Kamen Rider might actually appear in the future.

The Kuuga DVDs my godfather bought weren't complete; there were only two boxes, containing only the first four episodes.

After watching it all in one go, I felt like I wanted more.

When Mo Xueyao put in the Ultraman Jack disc again, she immediately felt a bit bored.

In contrast, Ultraman's episodic series seem more loose, with much of the content being childish and unable to withstand scrutiny.

It made her a little sleepy.

However, that was indeed the case in the earlier Ultraman storylines, but it got much better after Tiga—at least that's what Mo Xueyao thought at the moment.

Because the Gaia I watched last time was really good, it's no less amazing than Kuuga.

Moreover, the special effects were made more realistically, with dust flying up when it landed on the ground, perfectly showcasing the giant's power.

"Haha..." Godfather yawned as he came out of the study. "It's almost noon, isn't it? Are you hungry?"

"Godfather? No, it's still early, only a little past nine."

“It’s almost ten o’clock. Your godmother isn’t coming back today, so there’s no one to make lunch. How about I call the restaurant owner and have them deliver some takeout? I have the phone numbers of several restaurant owners nearby.”

"Let's talk about it later? I'm not hungry yet." Mo Xueyao sat cross-legged on the sofa, and Yu Jinyu was lying in her arms at some point.

"Sister Xiaoyao, let's play a game."

"Oh... what are we playing?" Mo Xueyao also found the plot a bit boring, yawned sleepily, and turned her head to ask.

"Let's play house!" Yu Jinyu shouted happily. "Dad bought me a whole set of playhouse toys! Let's play!"

"Playing house..." Mo Xueyao had always looked down on this kind of game that only girls played since she was a child. Mainly because if she joined in, she would definitely be called 'sissy' or something.

"Go ahead and play." Li Wanyan nodded and gently patted Yu Jinyu's head.

"Sister Wanyan is here too!" Yu Jinyu nodded happily. "Come play in my room!"

"Okay... fine." Mo Xueyao replied reluctantly. She ejected the CD, put away the screen, threw the snack wrappers she had eaten on the sofa into the trash can, and then followed Yu Jinyu into her room.

This is a room with pink walls, filled with all sorts of plush toys, and a bookshelf with many miniature playhouse models. It's definitely a room that most girls would envy.

Hmm... As for Mo Xueyao?

If you replaced all the plush toys with Gundam, Ultraman, or Kamen Rider models, and painted the walls a dark blue-black, she might actually be envious.

But now, I just feel that the girlish atmosphere here is too strong.

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Chapter 284 Taking a Shower at Home

It was nearly seven o'clock when Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan returned home.

The fruit shop was still open, of course; the two of them had just gone home early.

Normally, in weather like this, with temperatures reaching 30 degrees Celsius, Mo Xueyao would already be taking a cold shower.

However, Li Wanyan doesn't like taking cold showers, and since she wasn't feeling well today, the first thing she had to do when she got home was to fill the teapot with water and heat it up on the stove.

We used to have an electric kettle at home, but it broke down and wouldn't heat up when plugged in. So we had to keep using the old kettle that used fire—we still haven't bought a new electric kettle.

As for the broken electric kettle, it was originally intended to be thrown away, but now the mother has made use of it, filling it with some soil, burying a few seeds, and transforming it into a peculiar flowerpot.

"Wanyan, I'm going to take a shower now," Mo Xueyao said, taking out her change of clothes and throwing them on the bed. She called out to Li Wanyan, who was tidying up the clothes.

"The water wasn't boiled."

"It's okay, I'll take a cold shower!"

"You'll catch a cold." Li Wanyan, who had just put her clothes back on the bed, walked into the living room and glanced at her.

"Oh dear, Wanyan, you're just like my mom. No way, it's so hot, a cold shower is much more comfortable!" Mo Xueyao said, taking her underwear into the bathroom.

The wooden door to the washroom was slammed shut, the lower half making a 'crackling' sound, and a few pieces of rotten wood fell down with a 'rustling' sound.

In fact, the part of the wooden door that was close to the ground was almost completely rotten. If a few more pieces had rotted away, people could have seen through the broken parts underneath to take a shower.

It's a miracle that this house, which has hardly been renovated and uses cheap materials in the few places it has been renovated, has lasted for more than ten years.

The originally transparent water pipe has become semi-transparent and looks somewhat grayish. The end is slightly blackened, whether due to mold or something else.

"It's so old... How come Mom can't even bear to replace a single water pipe..." Mo Xueyao muttered to herself as she turned on the tap.

It's probably only in the summer that you can comfortably take a shower in your own bathroom.

The mirror, mostly shattered, was covered in black spots. Mo Xueyao looked at herself in the mirror through the small, broken pieces.

She already looks completely like a girl.

She subconsciously touched the black mole on her collarbone, and her memories of the boy from her childhood became increasingly blurry.

How could the same person have changed so much?

Actually, Mo Xueyao just didn't want to think about it. If she had grown her hair long before, she would still look like a girl.

In addition, her continued development since the surgery has brought about significant changes in her appearance compared to her former self.

As the saying goes, a girl changes a lot as she grows up!

And now, she is gradually becoming more and more beautiful.

If you look closely at the hair under the light, you'll notice that it appears to have a slightly golden tint.

Overall, it is still black, just not absolutely dark black.

The washroom is too small; sometimes, if you want to stretch out, you have to put your legs next to the raised squat toilet.

To be honest, Mo Xueyao was getting more and more disgusted with her own toilet. It would be so much better to use a toilet; you could close the lid when you shower and it wouldn't look dirty at all.

Furthermore, the bathroom in their toilet area can be divided into two parts, with one side specifically for showering...

Imagine being forced to stare at the round hole of a squat toilet while you're lathering your feet with soap—how ​​disgusting that would be!

Especially for Mo Xueyao, who has long hair, she has to be careful that her hair doesn't fall into the toilet. If that happens, she doesn't know how many times she'll have to wash her hair to get rid of the psychological nausea.

Just as she was mentally complaining about her own toilet, her hand suddenly slipped, and the half-used bar of soap rolled into the deep pit of the toilet.

It's not impossible to retrieve them.

but……

If a bar of soap falls into the toilet and is retrieved, can anyone really rub it on themselves without any psychological barrier?

Mo Xueyao frowned and simply ignored it.

"It fell down again, so annoying... Oh well, it's already more than half used up, might as well get a new one... Even if I don't replace the toilet, I could at least buy some shower gel... Soap is so inconvenient..." Mo Xueyao started muttering to herself again.

And so, she ended her bathing 'task' in a rather unpleasant mood.

In fact, most people's rented rooms in this era are far less clean and spacious than hers!

She pushed open the rotten wooden door and walked out wearing only her briefs and underwear.

"Wanyan, you go ahead and wash."

"Hmm." Not wanting to miss any opportunity to learn, Li Wanyan closed her study guide and took the thermos filled with boiling water to the washroom.

Of course, you can't just pour boiling water on yourself; you have to add cold water.

However, when Mo Xueyao was in junior high school, she actually met a guy from a very well-off family. He was shocked when he learned that her family used a kettle to boil water for bathing.

He asked her how she washed it, wouldn't she be scalded to death if she used boiling water directly? And was a whole kettle of boiling water really enough?

It's not that this guy is full of superiority, but simply because he grew up in a greenhouse and has seen too little of the world.

Like the emperor who said "Why don't they eat meat porridge?", what he said was a bit foolish, but not entirely bad.

Many boys are used to going shirtless at home in the summer, but Mo Xueyao doesn't have this habit, mainly because her figure has never been boyish enough. If her parents or strangers see her shirtless, she'll inevitably be teased.

To avoid being teased by these guys, she developed the habit of wearing a top at home even in the summer.

However, I never wear outer trousers to keep cool.

As long as I don't go out, I basically just put on a pair of short boxer shorts all day long.

This remains true even today.

Moreover, briefs seem to be cooler than boxer shorts—mainly because there's less fabric.

Mo Xueyao found a white short-sleeved shirt in her room, put it on, and then lay comfortably on the bed in a spread-eagle position, rolling around a few times.

The mat beneath me had been replaced with a straw mat, and the bedding with a thin blanket, just right for early summer.

She looked through the gauze window at the dim streetlights on the neighborhood road and at the silvery moon on the horizon.