A Young Woman's Heart

"Phew... Well, let's go there then." Mo Xueyao sighed.

The infirmary was still open, and Teacher Su was humming a song while tidying up her things. The black tabby cat named Cookie was lying on the table, letting a beam of the setting sun shine on it.

The black fur on its body turned slightly reddish as a result.

Perhaps this is what the older generation often refers to as 'black'?

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Su Yuqing turned around in confusion, her gaze sweeping around before landing on Mo Xueyao.

"I need to use the... bathroom, blood... it's leaking out..." Mo Xueyao pinched her fingers, so embarrassed that she even gripped the ground with her toes.

"Hey? Hurry up, feel free to use the restroom."

"Thank you... teacher." She breathed a sigh of relief, took the bag Li Wanyan handed her, and quickly walked into the bathroom.

The bag contained sanitary napkins and thick boxer shorts for menstruation.

Since her over-the-knee socks weren't dirty, she simply changed into a pair of boxer shorts.

After all, it can get a bit chilly in the wind if you don't wear socks.

She dampened a napkin and carefully wiped her thighs clean before coming out of the bathroom.

Girls are affected by their periods in many ways.

Mo Xueyao sighed dejectedly in her heart.

Unfortunately, she is a girl, and that is an unchangeable fact.

Even when things feel troublesome or difficult to adapt to, you still have to slowly accept them.

Being hard on yourself will only complicate your life and prevent you from experiencing the advantages of being a girl.

"Going to the band room?" Mo Zhuyou asked, tilting her head. "We probably don't need to go, right?"

"...Let's go take a look." Mo Xueyao was a little worried.

"Walk slowly this time," Li Wanyan instructed, holding her little hand tightly to prevent her from running again in her haste.

"I know, I know—"

The four of them walked out of the school gate again, and after some time, they found the place Zhou Yong had mentioned.

However, by the time they arrived, the fight was already over.

A group of adults slapped these little brats every now and then, just like a father beating his sons.

Actually, if we're talking about who was wrong, the people from Yukong High School definitely bear some responsibility, but people always tend to protect their own.

A person who beats up their own son in front of outsiders is probably an idiot.

Even if Old Chen is foolish, he has spent many years working at the bottom of society, so he understands this basic principle.

They were all lying on the ground, the handprints on their faces fading, and the wounds on their backs and buttocks, which were not easily visible, were actually the most painful.

"Tsk tsk, this is boring." One of the people the tortoise had called over yawned.

"Haha, it's good to get out and stretch your muscles." Another person laughed loudly.

Old Chen patted Chen Cheng on the shoulder: "You brat, do you know how to fight now? You're always playing dirty, have you thought about the consequences? Fighting is an art, you know!"

"Uh...oh..." Chen Cheng nodded blankly, not at all as smug as usual, or rather, he looked at his father beside him with a newfound respect.

Perhaps the father and son do have some things in common.

“Get up. I know how hard I should hit you.” Mo Wenli lifted up a vocational school student next to him. “Don’t lie there like a dead dog.”

"..."

The boy stared at him with a mixture of fear and anger, but with so many people watching, he didn't dare to really fight back.

The outcome of the fight is already decided; what's the point of continuing to resist?

"Tsk." Mo Wenli clicked his tongue, turned his head and saw Mo Xueyao and the others standing at the entrance, so he waved vigorously, "Xiaoyao, you've come at the right time!"

"Dad? Are you alright?" Mo Xueyao quickly took a few steps forward.

"Hmm, it's nothing, it's nothing. What could possibly be wrong? Could you get me that half-pack of Liqun cigarettes from the car glove compartment?"

"Oh……"

Mo Xueyao cautiously walked into the crowd and handed the Liqun cigarettes to her father with a puzzled look, but he did not take them and instead said, "Open a pack."

"and then?"

"Give it to me." He took the cigarette and then offered one to the boy in front of him. "You smoke, right?"

"……meeting."

"Come on, get up and have a smoke."

And so, Mo Wenli helped all the people lying on the ground up and then handed each of them a cigarette.

On the other side, the boys from Yukong High School who had been pulled aside to watch the show were also included.

However, not everyone here smokes.

For example, Li Hongran and Duanmu Ji belong to the category of non-smokers.

Chen Cheng was having a good time. It was the first time he had smoked with his father. The two of them even lit cigarettes together. The way they were arm in arm looked more like brothers with a large age gap than father and son.

Mo Wenli glanced at the remaining five packs of cigarettes, then simply stood in the middle and shouted, "Which one of you is in charge? Come out here!"

The group looked at each other, and the initiators, or rather the leaders, on both sides silently stepped forward.

"Here you go." Mo Wenli tossed three packets to Zheng Qiang, and two packets to the foreman from the technical school. "You guys can divide them up yourselves!"

They looked at each other, their expressions somewhat strange.

I had no idea how this fight would end, but I never expected it to end like this.

"Hey you guys, have you given up yet?"

"I'm convinced..." The technical school boss, who had received two packs of cigarettes, nodded, and the others echoed his sentiment.

Some were sincere, some were insincere, but it doesn't matter; at least for now they seem very obedient.

"Actually, I haven't been in a fight for years, so this kind of exercise feels pretty good." Mo Wenli put one foot on a rock, tilted his chin up, and looked down at the students. "But fighting isn't a good thing. I'll only fight if there's no other solution for the time being, and I'll be careful to stop then. Unlike you guys, you don't follow the rules of the underworld at all, you just grab a knife and go for it. What if you run into someone even tougher than you? What goes around comes around."

Mo Xueyao looked at her father with droopy eyelids, and for the first time she felt that he had a bit of the demeanor of a gang leader.

"Turtle, that kid stole your thunder," the person Turtle had called over said in a low, teasing voice.

"Haha, let this kid show off. Being the big brother among a bunch of little brats, he's really something." The tortoise chuckled, not caring who showed off.

"You're quite the fighter, aren't you?" Old Chen patted Old Lu on the shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Have you fought before?"

"Of course, who hasn't fought? Don't call me kid, I might be older than you."

"Hey, what year were you born?"

"Haha, I..."

The two middle-aged men had also developed a friendship akin to that of comrades-in-arms, and their conversation was much more relaxed than when they first arrived.

"You bunch of little brats, you're not the bosses here. Do you even know who the local bullies are?" Mo Wenli said with a laugh, flicking his cigarette ash with practiced ease. "Let me tell you, the real local bullies are the ones who own shops here. I know your school too, it's right behind my fruit shop. There's a fruit shop coming out of the alley, you know? I own it."

"Retire from the business?" someone muttered.

"If you want to fight, come to me. Don't mess with my daughter's students, especially don't cause trouble for my daughter and her friends," Mo Wenli threatened dramatically. "Otherwise, who knows who might end up in the hospital. I know several bureau chiefs and section chiefs. A cripple is a piece of cake for me. A dead person is a bit more difficult, but not impossible."

"Boss, don't worry, we definitely won't do that kind of thing," the leader quickly said, then fawned over Mo Xueyao, "Greetings, Miss!"

"Young Miss?" Mo Xueyao was taken aback.

"Hahaha—so much for being the boss! Alright, alright, stop playing those gangster games. All of you, get out of here and go home!" Mo Wenli waved his hand. "Let's leave it at that. Let's not cause any more trouble!"

"it is good--!"

Zheng Qiang took the lead in shouting, and the others followed suit.

"You've got quite the leadership skills." After everyone left, the tortoise laughed and patted Mo Wenli hard on the back.

"Haha, not at all, it's all thanks to everyone for your help. I'll treat you all to dinner tonight. Come to my fruit shop, my wife's cooking is even better than restaurants!"

"Why go to the fruit shop? There are too many people and not enough seats. The noodle shop over there would be a good option, but they don't have tables and chairs," Old Chen suggested.

"That's true, I'll borrow some tables and chairs then."

"You need tables and chairs? How about secondhand ones? Wooden tables and chairs. My buddy here just closed his shop. He used to run a small restaurant. If you want them, I'll bring them over to you in a bit." The tortoise pointed to a fat man next to him.

"That would be even better! How much is the price?"

"Absolutely cheap, fifty yuan for a table and chair, and the quality is quite good," the fat man said cheerfully.

"Sure, thanks a lot, bro."

"They're all minor matters."

The group of grown men were about to head back to celebrate their victory. After getting into the car, Mo Wenli glanced at Mo Xueyao and asked, "Xiaoyao, shall we go?"

"I still have some time, I'll go back to the band room and practice a bit more."

"Will you come back for dinner later?"

"Hmm... With so many people, I guess I won't go back. How about Wanyan brings some over for me later?"

“Yes, I’ll go back and help too.” Li Wanyan nodded.

"Let's go, let's go have a drink!" Old Lu exclaimed excitedly. "Haha, it's been so long since I've felt this good!"

“Your dad is so amazing…” Mo Zhuyou said with a look of admiration.

"Tch, what's so great about him?" Mo Xueyao curled her lip, unconvinced.

……

Chapter 47 Practice a little longer in the band room

The clouds in the vast blue sky seemed to be ablaze, and the sky at sunset was bubbling and gurgling like boiling water.

Wang Jiale's fingers were getting numb from playing, but she still hadn't seen anyone else.

"Xiaoxue, are they not coming?"