A Young Woman's Heart

Before Tian Tingchan could retort, Zuo Ziya continued softly, "I know you don't like owing favors, but when it comes to me, you don't need to consider these as favors. Treat me as your older sister. Isn't it natural for an older sister to take care of her younger sister?"

"I don't deserve that..." Tian Tingchan murmured softly.

"What? You're making it sound like you're looking down on me."

"That's not what I meant, I meant..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zuo Ziya interrupted her again, which was rare for her: "Okay, okay, I know what you mean."

Then, Zuo Ziya said loudly, "Aunt Zhang, let's rent this room. Try to give me a discount. Let's go sign the contract."

"Ok."

……

Chapter 307 Wang Jiale's friend is named Sanhua Tongjue

"It was supposed to be a sunny day today, but it's been raining since this morning..." Mo Xueyao muttered as she sat at a table in the cafeteria during lunchtime on Monday.

She ate the food spoonful by spoonful, still more unrestrained than other girls, but much more elegant than before.

I didn't use chopsticks today because after washing them, I tried to shake them dry, but I used too much force and they fell into the trash can next to me.

She had no interest in digging out the chopsticks from the trash and using them again.

So I spent 50 cents to buy a spoon from the convenience store downstairs.

This caused some delay, and by the time the girls finished getting their meals, there weren't many people left queuing up in the cafeteria.

Wang Jiale used a spoon that looked like a coffee spoon to put food into his mouth little by little, just like feeding birds.

"Weather forecasts are pretty good if they're right five out of ten times," Wang Jiale, sitting opposite Mo Xueyao, waved his hand. "Speaking of which, has Xiaoyao been in contact with her friends lately?"

"Yes, by the way, how's it going on your end?" Mo Xueyao swallowed the food in her mouth and asked curiously.

"What about Xiaoxiao and Youyou, who are in frequent contact?"

That day, English teacher Wang Qianyu gave each of the four girls a letter, and each girl could choose her own letter writer.

"I've been very busy and haven't been in touch much," Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head with a hint of regret.

"It feels so tiring to keep in touch with everyone. Life is already so tiring." Mo Zhuyou quietly took a piece of braised pork from her sister and casually stuffed it into her mouth.

Mo Xiaoxiao saw it, of course, but instead of getting angry, she put two more pieces into her sister's bowl, while she drank a few sips of soup and ate her rice.

Both the older and younger sisters seem to have long been accustomed to this arrangement.

"What's Lele's friend's name? I remember Lele chose a Japanese one, right?" Mo Xueyao finished the last bite of her rice and then picked up the soup bowl next to her to drink some soup.

"Her real name is Sanhua Tongjue, and she's a first-year high school student, just like us."

"Japanese high school girls, huh?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously, "Do all the school uniforms there look like those at Yukong High School?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"What does Lele's boyfriend look like? Have you seen his picture? What if she claims to be a high school girl but is actually a weird old man?" Mo Zhuyou asked with a sly smile.

"Well, judging from the photos, they're quite nice. I just received her letter today and put it in my bag. I haven't read it yet, so I don't know if it came with a photo—she always includes a photo with her letters, so it should be this time too."

"Hurry up, hurry up, let's go back to the classroom!" Mo Zhuyou was a little impatient.

Mo Xiaoxiao smiled helplessly, finished the last of the food, and didn't waste a single bite.

Basically, by the time Mo Xueyao finished eating, everyone else had almost finished eating as well.

Or perhaps everyone was chatting and waiting for her to finish eating.

The plates were placed in the recycling area, and the uneaten food was poured into the swill bucket.

"Ah, Yinyin, you're wasting food again!" Wang Jiale caught Hua Yinyin as she came over to throw away the leftovers.

"Tch, what do you mean by wasting food..." Hua Yinyin curled her lip. "If no one throws away leftovers, wouldn't the pigs have nothing to eat?"

"Yinyin is being unreasonable again," Mo Xueyao said sarcastically, her eyelids drooping.

"Oh, Yaoyao~ I couldn't find you just now!" Hua Yinyin immediately pounced on her. Lately, she seems to be getting more and more clingy. She doesn't even touch other girls' thighs anymore, only hers.

Should we be happy or frustrated?

In short, it's a bit of a laugh-or-frightening experience.

The students returned to the classroom noisily and gathered around Wang Jiale's desk.

Lu Bolun, who was about to call Wang Jiale to go to the indoor gymnasium to play badminton, stood outside the girls' room, scratching his head blankly.

Going in and calling for Wang Jiale at this time would definitely make the girls dislike you...

"Wait, wait, let me open the letter... Look, there are three photos and a few photo booth pictures. She's so cute, even as a girl, I'm envious!"

"It's alright, isn't Lele quite cute too?" Mo Zhuyou complimented her tactfully.

Three photos and seven or eight photo booth pictures were scattered on the table. Everyone was very considerate and did not pick them up to look at them. Instead, they gathered around the table and tilted their heads to look at them.

The photo shows a girl with short pink hair. It's not the kind of bowl cut that's common in China, but rather a slightly messy short hairstyle. It's hard to pinpoint exactly what kind of hairstyle it is, but it's definitely pretty. It's cute and playful, yet also has a refreshing feel to it.

What's most surprising is that her pupils are also pink. Normally, a person's pupils should be round, but hers are like a cherry blossom.

"Hey? No way! These pupils? Do people of this race really exist?" Mo Xueyao exclaimed in surprise.

"What? Pupils? Oh... Xiaoyao doesn't know about colored contact lenses?"

"Huh?"

"It's something like contact lenses, but it changes the shape of your pupils when you wear them—to be precise, it's like the wrapping paper covering a cardboard box," Wang Jiale explained simply.

"Can I dye my hair there?" Hua Yinyin rested her head on Mo Xueyao's shoulder and said enviously, "Oh my, that's so free!"

"Well, anyway, she said that they allow hair dyeing at their school."

"I've been wanting to dye my hair too, but it looks like I'll have to wait until college." Hua Yinyin pinched Mo Xueyao's cheek. "What color does Xiaoyao want to dye her hair?"

"Me? Why bother with all that fancy stuff? Isn't black perfectly fine?"

"Ugh, little Yaoyao has absolutely no romance." Hua Yinyin rubbed her cheek against Mo Xueyao's ear, tickling her a little.

The classroom is more lively than usual when it rains.

The broadcast in the rain had already started. Some people listened attentively, while others listened casually while doing their homework.

Even for those who don't listen, the radio can be a great source of background noise.

After all, Shen Kelin's voice isn't unpleasant to listen to. Although her voice is slightly lower than that of the average girl, it's quite pleasant to listen to after a while.

It's like the sound of sand slowly 'flowing' inside a bottle after it's been tilted over.

After everyone had finished watching, they returned to their seats.

"Yaoyao, are you going to the club activity room today?" Li Wanyan picked up a pen and a notebook, stood up and asked.

"Today? Hmm... let's go to sleep." Mo Xueyao yawned, after all, the boys at the back of the classroom were really too noisy.

"Let's go."

"Ah."

Zhou Yong was promoting his favorite tokusatsu shows at the back of the classroom. In fact, he often talked about how good those tokusatsu shows were, but most of the boys thought it was childish.

However, Zhou Yong promoted it so many times and in such detail that over time, some people became interested. He generously lent out his collection of CDs to others or invited them to his home to watch them.

Gradually, many students in the class watched tokusatsu (special effects) shows, and some of them even developed a liking for this art form.

“Han Sen!” Zhou Yong gestured in front of the blackboard at the back of the classroom. “Got it? That’s how it changes.”

"You're not calling it that right, isn't it 'transformation' or 'dressing up'?"

“That’s the translated version. That’s how I shout it in the original Japanese, you know?” Zhou Yong pointed to his waistband. “Every Rider transforms using a belt. Sigh, it’s a pity I can’t buy those belts…”

"Speaking of Zhou Yong, which Ultraman do you think is the strongest?" Liu Xiaowei asked, crossing his legs.

Comparing strengths and weaknesses has always been a topic of great interest to these boys.

"Um... I think if they're all heroes, there's no real difference in strength, right?"

"Then there must be someone stronger."

"If you really want to say that, then the newest one is definitely the strongest," Zhou Yong analyzed rationally.

"Zhou Yong—aren't you going to the club today?" Mo Xueyao called out casually as she walked past him.

"Ah, right, I forgot."

"..." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes at him without saying a word, and walked out of the classroom side by side with Wanyan.

However, Zhou Yong showed no intention of leaving the classroom, continuing to chat enthusiastically with those around him who were interested about interesting plots in tokusatsu or the detailed settings of certain characters.

It wasn't until Liu Xiaowei reminded him, "Zhou Yong? Mo Xueyao has already asked you to join the club, aren't you going?"

"Oh, right, I almost forgot!" It was only then that he finally ran towards the club.

Meanwhile, Mo Xueyao had already arrived at the club, set up a chair, and was ready to take a comfortable nap.

It was raining outside the window at that moment.

Summer can also bring continuous light rain like this.

However, this drizzling rain is not as cold and damp as in winter. When sitting indoors, the misty rain feels more like a thick fog, with a refreshing coolness.

It was clearly a perfect day for sleeping, but when she lay down on Li Wanyan's lap, she didn't feel sleepy at all.

Just then, Zhou Yong pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Huh—wait?"

"Why are you hitting so hard?" Mo Xueyao sat up and picked at her ears. "It's so noisy."

Li Wanyan glanced at him casually, which startled Zhou Yong so much that he stood up straight: "Ah, sorry, sorry! Oh, Mo Xiaoxiao is sleeping today."

“Yes, my sister was too tired yesterday,” Mo Zhuyou muttered, resting her chin on her hand. “Let her get a good night’s sleep today, so Zhou Yong, just be quiet.”

"Ahem, okay...okay."

"Why was Xiaoxiao so sleepy yesterday? It seems like you're the one who's always the sleepiest?" Mo Xueyao asked curiously.