A Young Woman's Heart

"Oh, the 'hao' in 'righteous and awe-inspiring'?"

"Um……"

"No, not cute enough." Hua Yinyin shook her head.

It seems she had quite a bit of fun playing with the children...

The only one who was ignored was Li Wanyan. It wasn't that she wasn't good-looking, but that she looked too fierce when she was serious, like a homeroom teacher, which made people afraid to approach her.

Mo Xueyao finally finished her breakfast in a quiet environment. She breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to leave quickly before the little boy noticed.

But she never expected that it would be her own teammate who betrayed her...

"Hey, Yaoyao, you haven't finished talking to that little boy yet." Hua Yinyin looked like she was enjoying the show.

"What are you doing...?"

"Sister~! So, what do you say, are you interested?"

"Not interested."

"Huh? Why not? You really won't be disappointed. This is definitely a long-term investment." Jiang Ting started bragging again, and it has to be said that the little guy's eloquence is quite good.

"I'm not interested in little kids."

"Hey—but I'll grow up too, won't I?"

"By the time you grow up, I will be old."

"No, sister, we're only four years apart!"

On the other side, Bai Hao blinked and ran up to Hua Yinyin, asking in his childish voice, "Sister, can I hug you?"

"Tsk tsk, hug me? Of course, no problem. But why do you want to hug me?"

"Because it feels very soft and comfortable."

"Hmm—you have good taste! Okay, then I'll reluctantly give you a hug." Hua Yinyin squatted down and hugged Bai Hao in her arms.

The other little boys watched with envy.

"Ugh... Sister..." Bai Hao suddenly reached out to push her away.

When Hua Yinyin put him down, he finally let out a long sigh of relief: "Phew... I was suffocating."

"What's wrong? Are you bored?"

"Sister, please don't press my head down..."

"Tsk, so this isn't what you wanted? Looks like you're not so precocious after all." Hua Yinyin glanced at him sideways.

Mo Xueyao couldn't stand this brat Jiang Ting's continued pestering any longer, so she retorted, "No, the most important reason is that I don't like men."

"Ah!" Jiang Ting was struck dumb, standing there motionless.

Mo Xueyao finally breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed Hua Yinyin and Li Wanyan, and quickly left the place.

"Goodbye, sister~" Bai Hao still had the mood to wave vigorously.

"Hey, Yaoyao, what you just said, is it true?" Hua Yinyin put her arm around her shoulder, her face very close, and her wicked smile was unpleasant to look at.

"Why?"

"Does that mean Xiaoyao likes girls?"

"Who said that?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and pinched one of her chubby cheeks fiercely. "Who said that if you don't like men, you have to like women? Can't you just not like either?"

"Eek—how could that be! Is Little Yaoyao calling for the sea surveillance?!" Hua Yinyin shouted incoherently.

……

Chapter 73 Going to get the rest of the summer homework

Tuesday, April 2000, 7.

Although there was a fruit shop right down the mountain yesterday, Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan still went home.

Sleeping in a cabin in the wild is never as comfortable as being at home.

The soft Simmons mattress made Mo Xueyao unable to resist taking another nap in the afternoon, and she ended up sleeping until the next morning.

The evening hours were completely skipped.

"Good morning." Li Wanyan sat on the edge of the bed practicing the electronic keyboard. Although she was not as talented as Mo Xueyao, she was still quite hardworking. Now, when she played a piece that she was familiar with, laymen could no longer tell that there was anything wrong with it.

Even though she was playing the piano with her back to Mo Xueyao, she could sense that Mo Xueyao had already gotten up...

"No, Wanyan! You need to concentrate when playing the piano!" Mo Xueyao said in a tone reminiscent of Hua Yinyin. "You haven't fully immersed yourself in the piece!"

"What's wrong."

"See, how did you know I was awake if you weren't distracted?"

This was probably the first time that Li Wanyan remained silent for a long time before being speechless.

To her surprise, she was speechless. Mo Xueyao felt that this day was perfect, as if she had defeated an opponent she had never been able to defeat before.

—She always takes things too seriously in strange ways.

"Hoo hoo—just a little longer." Mo Xueyao tried to sit up, but then felt weak all over, so she simply continued to lie down.

"Haven't you had enough sleep yet?"

"Ah, I just don't feel like I have the energy to get out of bed."

"Because I slept for too long."

"Really?"

"Yes, the teacher notified my godfather yesterday that we can go and pick up the rest of our summer homework."

"Ah—" Mo Xueyao rolled over on the bed, "How come there's still more!"

“That little bit last time couldn’t possibly be all of my summer homework,” Li Wanyan replied matter-of-factly.

Mo Xueyao's response at this moment sounded like that of a slacker: "I thought I could have some fun from now on..."

"Don't you want to study anymore?"

"Not really, it's just that being forced to study and wanting to study on my own are completely different feelings." Mo Xueyao chuckled and scratched her cheek. "Huh? Am I starting to go through a rebellious phase?"

"Is it not over yet?"

"What...what? When have I ever rebelled? It should be when I first entered the room—at most, when I first entered the room!" Mo Xueyao shouted, pounding the headboard.

Li Wanyan turned her face away and chuckled to herself, then played a tune that Mo Xueyao often hummed—the Chinese version of Ultraman Tiga's theme song, "Miracle Reappears."

When the music started, Mo Xueyao couldn't help but hum along. Halfway through, she gave a wry smile and said, "Okay, okay, I know, I'll get up now—"

It seems she has understood what Li Wanyan meant.

"Breakfast is cold."

"It's okay, it's summer anyway, it won't get cold so quickly, it'll be lukewarm at most, not too cold—heave-ho!" Mo Xueyao sat on the edge of the bed swinging her legs, then grabbed the shoulder strap that had slipped off her arm, and jumped up like a spring, landing steadily on the ground.

It wasn't actually that early; it was already nine o'clock.

Eating breakfast at this time is quite awkward. Is it considered breakfast, dim sum, or lunch?

Mo Xueyao wasn't too particular. If she wasn't hungry at noon, she didn't need to eat a proper meal, so that was lunch. If she was hungry and needed to eat a proper meal, then that was breakfast.

"Wow, today it's pan-fried dumplings!" Mo Xueyao's stomach couldn't help but rumble when she saw the pan-fried dumplings.

I wasn't hungry when I first woke up.

"Wash up first." Li Wanyan stopped playing her instrument and glanced into the living room.

"I know, I know—" Mo Xueyao pouted. Actually, she had just wanted to try a fried dumpling.

Grabbing with your hands is nothing unusual; it's a habit formed from childhood and isn't easy to correct.

To her disappointment, after washing up and tasting the dumpling, she discovered it was filled with chives and eggs...

There wasn't even any meat!

"No way! That's so stingy!!" Mo Xueyao shouted. "Where's the meat? Where's the meat? Where's the meat?!"

Li Wanyan, of course, wouldn't answer her; after all, that was a question for her mother to ask.

This was a breakfast without meat—actually, it was pretty good, at least there were eggs.

Clearly, the comfortable life she has enjoyed for the past six months has made Mo Xueyao almost forget that last year, her breakfast consisted of nothing more than plain porridge with pickled vegetables.

The sun was scorching hot, and between men's trousers and skirts, Mo Xueyao chose the latter.

"Skirts are definitely cooler..." she muttered to herself, not knowing who she was explaining it to.

Using an umbrella under the scorching sun is a fashion trend that has become popular among Chinese people in this era.

Mo Xueyao was originally too lazy to use an umbrella, but since Li Wanyan was holding a big umbrella, she decided to hide inside it.

It's not that I'm worried about getting a tan, but having an umbrella provides shade, preventing direct sunlight. At least it's not so hot, and I won't have to squint at the glaring sun.

Riding a bicycle under the scorching sun is definitely not a smart choice. With some spare money, Mo Xueyao upgraded her mode of transportation—from a regular bus to one with a "K" on it.

In Hangzhou, buses with a "K" in their name have air conditioning.

However, the price will also double—from one yuan to two yuan.

This made her somewhat nostalgic for the time when she was under 1.5 meters tall, because back then it was half-price...

There were few passengers on the bus at noon on Tuesday, and there was no strange smell in the air conditioner, which relieved Mo Xueyao.

Actually, there's one reason she doesn't like riding in air-conditioned vehicles: if there are too many people, the smell of sweat will permeate the air conditioning, and that feeling...

It's better to sit in a room without air conditioning and with the windows open for ventilation.

"Ah, there's a seat here!" As soon as she got on the bus, Mo Xueyao quickly ran to the seat next to the exit door and sat down—she took the window seat and left the one near the aisle for Li Wanyan.

This is her favorite spot, the first row behind the exit door, and it's a bit higher up. Although it's close, it doesn't feel uncomfortable, and it's convenient to get off. Most importantly, there's a horizontal bar in front of her that she can hold onto or lean against, and she can hang her umbrella or something on rainy days.

While the air conditioning was cool, for some reason, it also made her prone to motion sickness. After only a few stops, Mo Xueyao closed her eyes and leaned on Li Wanyan's shoulder, her short hair hanging on her chin swaying slightly as the car moved.