A Young Woman's Heart

Overall, it was still an era full of masculinity.

In the early morning, Li Hongran put down her schoolbag, picked up her basketball, and walked towards the classroom door.

He just got a buzz cut, a real buzz cut, the kind where you can't even grab a handful of hair, practically bald.

This is quite common; many boys who like sports these days have this hairstyle, and a few even shave their heads to show off their masculinity—probably because they learned it from Black athletes.

"Li Hongran, you've shaved your hair so short again," Mo Xueyao muttered, resting her chin on her hand, as a cassette player on the table played Soviet-style classical music.

"What's wrong? It's summer, you need to stay cool." Li Hongran rubbed his head. "That's what makes a tough guy!"

"...Does having long hair mean it doesn't count?" Mo Xueyao asked with droopy eyelids. Although she was a girl now, she still felt that it was a bit of a personal attack.

"Hmm... I can't really explain it, but long hair probably isn't suitable for fighting, right?"

"That's a very practical point." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes. "Why did you run down there alone? Was there anyone to fight with you?"

"It's alright, they'll come down on their own when they get here, it's like this every day." Li Hongran patted the basketball in her hand. "Let's go, let's go, we don't have much time to play basketball."

“She goes to play whenever she has free time all day, and she still doesn’t think it’s enough…” Mo Xueyao shook her head helplessly and rested her head on her arm.

Of all the girls in the class, Mo Xueyao was the most popular. She always felt like a mascot, surrounded by a group of girls chatting as soon as get out of class ended. Sometimes she had the illusion that she was an ornamental animal.

Among the boys, Mr. Xue and Huang Yuxi were the most popular.

Huang Yuxi is cute, the kind of pretty boy that girls would like, and he doesn't seem threatening, making girls feel more approachable.

Mr. Xue, on the other hand, has his own unique personal charm and a friendly personality. He treats both men and women equally, so he is popular in both groups.

"Xiaoxue—" Mo Xueyao stretched out her leg and bumped into Mr. Xue's foot, which was placed outside the table leg.

"What's wrong?" Mr. Xue looked up and asked with a smile.

"What are you looking at?"

"A piece of cheap, low-brow literature; the story is rather vulgar."

"Then why are you still watching?"

“Even trash has value.” Mr. Xue closed the book. “However, I really can’t agree with this author’s point of view.”

"What did he say?"

"Well... throughout the whole story, the author believes that being rich is always right."

“Well, in a sense, that’s true.” Mo Xueyao propped her head up. “Having money means you can do whatever you want.”

"If that's really the case, weren't all the princes and nobles in the past very wealthy? Why were they eventually overthrown?" Mr. Xue seemed quite serious about Mo Xueyao's joke.

"Yes, yes, I know, I know..." Mo Xueyao moved her chair to the aisle next to Mr. Xue and sat down. The pen on the table fell to the ground with a 'clatter,' but she didn't pick it up, perhaps because she didn't notice. "I've finally discovered your flaw, Xiaoxue."

"Oh?"

"You're such a know-it-all!" Mo Xueyao slapped the table. "Well, it's not really a major flaw."

"Oh... I've gotten used to teaching Das Kapital and Mao Zedong's Selected Works to people outside of school lately."

"Outside of school? You mean those places from last time...? No way?" Mo Xueyao looked shocked.

"Yes, if this can make them useful people, then it's a good thing."

“In every sense, Xiaoxue, you are too strong…” Mo Xueyao sighed and patted his shoulder, “Only you can do something like this.”

"There are actually many people who can do it."

"Okay, okay, stop being modest. I was just flattering you! Don't take it so seriously." Mo Xueyao shook her head, rubbing her forehead, and reached into Mr. Xue's backpack, asking, "Xiao Xue, do you have any good novels or magazines?"

"I don't know if you've seen the magazines I brought today." Mr. Xue often brings magazines to read, and Mo Xueyao often borrows them from him; it's become a habit.

These things are always essential for passing the time when you're bored.

"Hmm... I've already seen it. Why bring something you've already seen?"

"Because some of the stories inside are quite good, I want to read them a few more times." Mr. Xue glanced back and then took out a few thin storybooks from inside.

"Ah, Story Collection, let me see... Hmm, it seems like I haven't read it before." Mo Xueyao snatched two books away.

She might not like all the stories in the story collection, but she can always find a few that she likes.

Moreover, it's a hodgepodge, containing not only stories but also jokes.

The stories cover a wide range of themes, including satire of reality, the supernatural, martial arts, and science fiction...

However, there are many supernatural elements among them.

There are also some darker themes, such as murder and dismemberment.

You can find all sorts of gory and graphic stories here, and there are plenty of articles full of suggestive undertones.

When she was little, this kind of book was even banned. If it was found at school, it would not only be confiscated, but she would also be called to the teacher's office to write a self-criticism.

"Xiaoxue." Mo Xueyao flipped through the catalog and immediately headed for the four-panel comics and jokes sections.

"what happened?"

"Your hair is already quite long, aren't you going to shave it?"

“I’m trying to grow my hair longer,” Mr. Xue replied.

"Oh...do you want to learn from Korean stars?" Mo Xueyao asked without looking up, casually draping an arm over Mr. Xue's shoulder.

"No, I just want to grow it long so I can try cutting my own hair and cut it all at once." Mr. Xue couldn't help but chuckle, though it was unclear whether he was joking or not.

“Well, you’re quite tall now. Hmm, I feel like something’s missing. Oh, right!” Mo Xueyao slid the chair next to Li Wanyan, who was in front of Mr. Xue, as if the chair had wheels underneath, but in reality, it was just using the smoothness of the ground.

Just like touching her own schoolbag, she reached into Li Wanyan's desk drawer and began to rummage around.

"What are you looking for?" Li Wanyan asked, looking down as she sat at the table reading a book.

"Send the clip!"

"The outermost pocket."

"Oh!" Mo Xueyao quickly unzipped the outermost pocket of her backpack and took out a small plastic bag.

It contained some spare hair ties and hair clips.

The items Li Wanyan used were naturally very simple in style, mostly black or white, with only two or three being chestnut brown.

Mo Xueyao took a chestnut-colored hair clip and handed it to Mr. Xue: "You should clip your bangs first, they're blocking your vision a bit."

"Thank you." Mr. Xue didn't stand on ceremony and took the hair clip, trying to clip it into his hair.

"No, no, that's not how you use it. First, sweep your bangs back, then hold them tight, then clip them in and secure them. That way they won't fall out." Mo Xueyao snatched the hair clip and clipped Mr. Xue's hair up.

"Hmm, not bad," Mr. Xue commented.

"Pfft, haha—Xiaoxue, you look pretty handsome now, well, how should I put it, once you get used to it. Do you want to look in the mirror?"

"No need." It was unclear whether he didn't care or was simply overconfident.

"Hey? Xiaoxue, what happened to you? You've turned into a girl overnight?" Gao Yuan walked into the classroom carrying his schoolbag and the first thing he saw was Ms. Xue, who was wearing a hair clip.

"Is that so?" Mr. Xue wasn't angry at all; instead, he asked with a smile.

"Yeah, men without hair clips look pretty effeminate."

"Yeah, my hair's gotten a bit long, so Haruka gave me a hair clip to hold my bangs back."

"He looks like a Japanese or Korean celebrity." Gao Yuan patted him on the shoulder, then stepped over the empty seat he had given up and sat down in his own seat.

"What if I take the hair clip off?" Mr. Xue said, taking off the hair clip, but his technique was so clumsy that he accidentally broke two strands of hair while taking it off.

"That's normal now."

"Actually, the hair is all the same length."

"Yeah... but it just feels like hair clips, things women use, make men look effeminate when they wear them." Gao Yuan chuckled lewdly. "Hehe, Xiaoxue, do you like being a woman?"

Mr. Xue felt there was no need to respond to Gao Yuan's slightly malicious joke, so he simply smiled and said, "Just get a haircut when you get back today."

"By yourself? Why not go to a hair salon?"

"I want to give it a try. I plan to buy a hair clipper after school and try it out when I get home."

"Haha, then your reasoning must be completely nonsensical. This kind of thing definitely needs to be done by professionals!"

"It's alright. Even if I mess it up, I'm sure I can still do a good job with another hairstyle." Mr. Xue smiled faintly, seemingly confident.

"I can't wait to see your new hairstyle," Gao Yuan said gloatingly.

Mr. Xue clipped the hair clip back into his hair: "Thank you, I'll return it to you tomorrow."

"It's alright, you can keep it and use it." Mo Xueyao was quite generous—even though it belonged to Li Wanyan.

However, if the relationship is good, sometimes there is no distinction between 'yours' and 'mine' when it comes to things between the two people.

“Woo…” Hua Yinyin’s voice came from the doorway. She slowly moved to her seat step by step. Surprisingly, she didn’t cause any trouble for Mo Xueyao today. Judging from her painful appearance, she was probably sick.

"What's wrong? You look so miserable?" Mo Xueyao teased.

"I suddenly started having menstrual cramps today..."

"Hey? What did you eat yesterday?"

"I only ate three popsicles..."

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Chapter 300: Massive Bleeding

Hua Yinyin sat down listlessly, while Mo Xueyao inexplicably smelled a faint scent of blood.

She yawned and bent down to pick up the pen she had dropped on the floor when she moved the chair—she only noticed it when she returned to her seat.

But as she picked up the pen, she noticed blood seeping from the edge of the silver chair.

"Hey, Yinyin!" Mo Xueyao called out in a low voice, patting her shoulder, "It's leaking!"

"Huh? What's flowing out..." Hua Yinyin didn't react for a moment. The intense pain had probably affected her sense of touch, making it less sensitive. "Eh? It's flowing out?"

"Yes, hurry up, or the chairs will be covered in it!"