A Young Woman's Heart

There are only a handful of top spots available, and it doesn't necessarily have to be you.

Someone always has to play the supporting role, right?

"By the way, Xiaoyao, I'll treat you to something nice."

"What?"

"I froze these yesterday. I mashed the bananas, mixed them with milk, and put them in the freezer. They should taste just right now. Want to try them?"

"Well……"

"It feels a bit like ice cream."

"Right, hey, your dad's still pretty awesome."

"Is it normal to praise yourself like that?" Mo Xueyao suppressed a laugh and glanced at him sideways.

It was almost lunchtime, and the aroma of my mother's cooking was already wafting in from outside.

Several boys carrying backpacks that were not filled with books walked into the fruit shop. Judging from their school uniforms, they should be from the vocational school behind the store.

Even vocational schools offer classes on Saturdays.

Although the school leaders seem to be working very hard to get the students to study, unfortunately, the school's atmosphere is what it is and it's hard to change.

In fact, it's already quite good that these guys who often act as petty thugs are willing to go to school—although they also face pressure and threats from various sides.

"Boss!" A boy who looked like a hoodlum shouted excitedly to Mo Wenli and leaned over the cigarette counter.

"What are you doing? Want to buy cigarettes?"

"Hey boss, you have more types of cigarettes here than the convenience store inside."

Forget about it, I'm not selling cigarettes to a bunch of minors!

"Hey boss, I just turned eighteen today!" The boy excitedly pulled out his ID card. "Hehe, look, just right, eighteen years old."

“No, I’m not happy to sell.” Mo Wenli said with a hint of joking, but also with great seriousness.

"Hehe, never mind, other people can buy it too." The boy called over the others and introduced them with a hint of pride for some reason, "Look, this is our leader, you know? After we graduate, you guys will be the ones leading the way. You should also tell the others not to cause trouble for themselves."

"Ha." Mo Wenli laughed, but didn't stop him. Instead, he watched with great interest as things unfolded.

"This is the young lady." The boy then turned to Mo Xueyao.

"Who is it...?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Uh... the one with blue eyes, wearing black, the prettiest one, right?"

"Hello, Miss!"

"What about the one next to it?"

"It shouldn't be...the two of them don't look alike."

"Oh...that must be the young lady's friend."

"almost."

Mo Xueyao helplessly raised her head and glanced at them.

I've inexplicably become a young lady; it's really hard to know what to say.

"The young lady has excellent grades, right?"

"It's alright."

What was your ranking in the whole class?

"Top ten in the whole grade," Mo Xueyao boasted a little.

"See that? How amazing!"

"Hahaha—" Mo Wenli finally couldn't hold back anymore, "I thought you guys didn't think there was anything special about being good at studying?"

"Hey... I'm just bragging sometimes. We really envy people who get good grades." The boy said with a wry smile. "Sometimes I think, if only I had such good grades... Sigh, but I just don't like studying. There's nothing I can do but drift through life like this."

"It's not too late to work hard now," Mo Xueyao encouraged.

"Haha, look, the young lady said there's still time, you'd better keep it up!"

"Go away, stop making a fuss! Oh, right, boss, I want to buy a fruit basket, my mom is in the hospital."

"Oh?" Mo Wenli smiled and nodded. "Okay, what kind do you want? Here are some ready-made ones for you to look at."

"How much...is all of this?"

Mo Wenli beckoned him over and lowered his voice: "I'll give you a 40% discount, but don't shout it out too loudly, or it won't be good if other customers find out."

"Thanks, boss!"

……

Chapter Fifty-Four: The Charm of a Beautiful Boy

"Hey? Yinyin, are you up yet?" On Sunday morning, Wang Jiale got up early for once, and was currently having a long phone conversation with Hua Yinyin on his brick-sized phone that could be used as a landline.

"Hmm...? More or less..."

"Why is it 'about the same'?"

"Because I'm awake, but I haven't gotten up yet... Haha... Get up." Hua Yinyin yawned widely on the other end of the phone, "It's so warm in bed..."

"It's good to get up. Staying in bed is boring."

"Hmm, if I had a game console, I could sleep in bed all day. When will computers be small enough to fit in the palm of my hand...? I also want to browse forums in bed..."

"Oh, early morning! I was hoping that video phones would be invented someday, but they still only exist in science fiction magazines."

"It looks like it'll be really difficult, a video phone." There was some static on Hua Yinyin's end, probably the sound of her getting up and putting on her slippers. "Can it be made in twenty years?"

"Even if it is made, it should be used by the military first, right? So when we use it, it will be at least thirty or forty years later. I think it will be at least fifty years before we can use it."

"Oh—I was already an old woman back then."

"Beautiful girls never get old!" Wang Jiale teased, using a phrase that Hua Yinyin often used.

"Hmm, probably, hopefully, I wish." Perhaps because she had just woken up, Hua Yinyin didn't have the energy to joke with Wang Jiale. "Oh, by the way, where's that beautiful Japanese girl who lives at your place?"

"Others call her Sanhua Tongjue."

"Hmm, Sanhua sauce."

"It sounds like someone is calling for a cat."

"Well, Japanese surnames are really weird." Hua Yinyin's voice became indistinct, and the sound of brushing teeth could be heard.

Wang Jiale rolled around in the study with its tatami mats, hugging a pillow, and continued chatting with his head against the wall: "Is Yinyin home alone?"

"Yeah, I'm alone. My parents have already gone out. There's never a break when you're doing business."

"My parents too." Wang Jiale glanced at the weather outside the window. "It doesn't look like it's raining. How about I come over to your place later?"

"If you don't think it's far, then it's up to you. I'm fine with it anyway—glug glug—"

"Then I'll head over later! Anyway, I already promised Tongjue I'd go out and have fun today."

"Okay, haha... I'm so sleepy."

"Why are you so sleepy? What did you do last night?"

"I drew a comic all night... Even though it's black and white and I didn't draw much, I'm still very tired."

"What story?"

"Yes, it's about a messenger—by the way, Lele, what brand of face wash do you use?" Hua Yinyin said, and then a 'plop' sound came from the other end of the phone, which was probably the sound of face wash being squeezed out.

“Ou○Ya”.

"Hmm, it's a French brand."

"Where's Yinyin?" Wang Jiale lay on the ground, her legs raised and gently swaying.

Hua Yinyin's voice came through after a while: "From Zi ○tang."

"It looks like a brand from the Republic of China era?"

"To be precise, it's a Japanese brand," Hua Yinyin muttered. "I use a face cream called snow cream. What is Lele using now?"

"It's still that brand. Oh, right, didn't you say you drew a comic? What's the plot like?"

"The plot is about a messenger who, five years ago, took on a job with a mother who was dying. She wrote dozens of letters, recorded them on dozens of tapes, and asked the messenger to deliver them to her child every year on his birthday..."

"Oh... Yin Yin can draw such touching comics?"

"Well... actually, that man is a robot from another world, equipped with super advanced technology. In that era, that world was invincible."

"Wow, it's suddenly turned into a science fiction movie."

"Then there was magic in that world, but it was ineffective against him. When he came five years later, war broke out in the place where the boy lived. When he arrived, the village was being invaded, and the villagers were being searched and killed. So he saved this boy..."

"So it's a boy?"

"He's a boy, but I've created a story where his mother sent him to the Vatican to save him from a terrible ordeal, making him a member of the sacred music ensemble. To ensure the boys could still have childlike voices when they grew up, his manhood was completely cut off, making him asexual."

"...Yinyin, your perverse sense of humor is still as bad as ever." Wang Jiale said helplessly, then couldn't help but laugh. "Well, but if we didn't do it this way, it wouldn't be like you, right? So, you drew that part too?"

"Hmph, just for drawing that part!" The sound of running water came from Hua Yinyin's side, it seemed that she had already applied face wash and was now preparing to wash it off.

Sanhua Tongjue, now wearing a pink wig and colored contact lenses, stood at the door of Wang Jiale's study: "Lele, shall we go?"

"Okay, I'll be right there." Wang Jiale nodded and said to Hua Yinyin on the other end of the phone, "Well then, Yinyin, let's go! See you later!"

"I'll show you my drawing later."

"Um... that's not necessary..." Wang Jiale smiled rather reluctantly, wiping the beads of sweat from her forehead.

"Where are we going to play?" Sanhua Tongjue was wearing a pink outfit, but it was different from the last one, which made Wang Jiale suspect that she had brought many pink outfits to match her wig and colored contact lenses.

She's such a girl, obsessed with pink.

"where to?"

“Do you remember my friend’s house? Hua Yinyin.”