A Young Woman's Heart

"Huh, this is the first time I've known you could talk like that."

"..."

"Hey."

"what……"

"That person's school pants look a bit strange."

"They're skinny jeans, that's against the rules."

"Wait, how do you know whether it was altered into skinny jeans, or if she grew taller and the jeans became too small?"

Duanmu Ji ignored her and walked straight over, blocking the girl's path with the hand holding the notebook.

This is a high school sophomore girl.

"You have violated the rules."

"What rule did I break? I was wearing my school badge, wasn't I?"

"..." Duanmu Ji didn't speak, but just stared at the other person's trouser leg. Anyone who didn't know better would think he was a pervert with some kind of special fetish!

Mo Xueyao quickly stepped forward to explain, "Excuse me, did you secretly alter your school trousers into skinny jeans?"

"My pants are so small!"

"There are obvious signs of cutting here. You must have altered it, right?" Mo Xueyao didn't actually see anything wrong with it; she was just bluffing.

"So what? Are there any school rules against wearing them?"

"Of course, you can't make any changes to your school uniform, whether it's a skirt uniform or a sports uniform."

"Can't we even patch it up?" the other person retorted.

“Patching is a different matter…” Mo Xueyao felt sweat starting to bead on her forehead. Sure enough, this kind of inspection work was the easiest way to offend people.

But that's her job. If she had her school badge with her, she could make an exception and put it on right then and there. But altering her pants... that's probably not something she can make an exception for.

"Okay, then can I change into my school uniform skirt and come in? It's just that it's too cold and I don't want to wear a skirt, is that not allowed?"

“In fact, the school stipulates that girls must wear skirt uniforms on important occasions such as morning exercises and flag-raising ceremonies.” Mo Xueyao could only use the school rules as a shield. “I suggest you wear a skirt uniform.”

"Okay, okay, I'll go to the changing room to change. Once I'm done, will you let me up?"

"Okay." Mo Xueyao stared at her school badge for a few moments. "Class Six, right?"

"what?"

"Just in case you don't come back. If you do come back, I'll cross your name off."

"So annoying..."

With her school badge on, there was no way to escape, so the girl could only walk towards the changing room with a frustrated expression.

Humans are really strange.

Back in junior high, girls used to complain about not being able to wear skirts, but now Yukong High School has skirt uniforms, yet some girls still don't want to wear them...

Skirt-style school uniforms are actually the official school uniforms of Yukong High School. Sports uniforms are for special occasions. Girls should wear skirt-style school uniforms normally, while boys should wear suit school uniforms.

These school uniforms are all collectively called 'formal school uniforms'.

While Mo Xueyao was recording the names, Duanmu Ji caught several more students who had violated the rules.

Some were wearing earrings, and others were wearing lipstick...

Those who have problems with their appearance are mostly girls.

Actually, Yukong High School is quite lenient about appearance. As long as the student's hairstyle isn't too outrageous, they won't make things difficult for you. You know, in other schools, if a boy dares to have short hair that's just past his ears, he'll be dragged out by the homeroom teacher and have his head shaved that very day.

Girls naturally wouldn't have any problems with their hairstyles, but some like to wear makeup, and others insist on wearing more adult-style jewelry.

"Holy crap, there's someone over there who dyes their hair..." Mo Xueyao never expected there to be such a bold student. She went over and found Duanmu Ji negotiating with the other person, who kept saying that it was his natural hair color.

Mo Xueyao knew what it meant to be naturally yellowish; it was usually a dull, yellowish color.

But this guy has short blond hair and claims it's natural?

No one would believe that!

"Why are you boys so vain? We'll let you pass, but the head of student affairs won't let you off the hook." Mo Xueyao tiptoed and waved to the teacher on duty, Ye Yu, who was sitting at the entrance of the gatehouse drinking tea. "Mr. Ye! Could you come over here for a moment?"

"Yes, I've already seen it." Ye Yu smiled at them.

These stubborn students can only be managed by teachers.

Mo Xueyao breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that if she continued arguing with this guy, she would be driven crazy.

She and Duanmu Ji returned to their original positions once again, watching more and more students enter the school.

“Hey, Xiao Ji.”

"what?"

Why do you always seem so impatient?

"No." Duanmu Ji's expression froze for a moment, then he forced out a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"Tsk, if you can't laugh, then don't laugh. Never mind, what do you think Teacher Ye will do next?"

"Take it away and dye it back black."

How can you be so sure?

"...I've been arrested before."

"Hey, I didn't realize you were so vain!"

"..."

……

Chapter 107 Discharge from the Hospital

Sunday, July 15, 2000.

It's been pouring rain since I woke up this morning.

Mo Xueyao sat at the entrance of the fruit shop, urging her father, "Dad, are you done yet?"

"Right away, right away, why the rush?"

"You promised to pick up Wanyan this morning, but it's almost noon now," she said, pouting, and pressed down on Sutang's hand.

Su Tang looked at her helplessly, her paws being pressed down, sometimes sticking out and sometimes retracting.

"It'll be ready soon. We've been busy taking inventory today."

"Tsk, there's not much business on a rainy day. We can take inventory later."

"I still have things to do later," the father said with a smile, shaking his head. "Alright, alright, I'll get it done in a minute. If you're in such a hurry, then come and help me."

"Tch, I can't help you with that, I don't understand any of that stuff."

"You're a high school student, don't you understand? It's just laziness."

"Your daughter is getting lazier and lazier," the mother complained to the father with a smile.

"Haha, that's right, Xiaoyao, look at you, you've been getting lazier and lazier lately!"

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, but couldn't find any words to refute her.

Because this is indeed an objective fact.

"Alright, let's go, let's set off."

After her father finally finished what he was doing, Mo Xueyao tossed the candy onto a cardboard box next to her and then got into the van.

Having a car has made getting around much more convenient. At least on rainy days like this, we don't have to squeeze onto buses or wear raincoats while riding electric scooters.

Taking the bus on a rainy day is very uncomfortable. The air inside the bus is damp and stuffy. If there are many people, other people's umbrellas may touch your clothes, or you may not realize until you get off the bus that your shoes are soaked through.

"Dad, seatbelt." Sitting in the passenger seat, Mo Xueyao habitually fastened her seatbelt and reminded her father, who was about to drive.

"Ugh, this is such a hassle, it feels uncomfortable when I tie it on." He patted his increasingly large beer belly. "It's so uncomfortable."

"This is a safety issue, okay?"

"Oh dear, you're just as nagging as your mother. You two are truly mother and daughter."

"Hurry up and buckle up!" Mo Xueyao glared at him, and the latter could only obediently fasten his seatbelt.

In this era, drivers' safety awareness is not that high. Mainly, things like seat belts, drunk driving, and running red lights are not counted as violations in the traffic regulations. They don't incur points or fines, or even if they are, they are difficult to catch because of poor supervision.

Therefore, people don't pay much attention to these issues.

Perhaps only someone like Mo Xueyao, who is used to following the rules, would strictly adhere to the standards.

Of course, she is still just a child, and most of the time she can only remind adults, but cannot force them to do it.

This requires a long period of gradual and subtle influence.

Because there was no rush, my father drove very leisurely this time, maintaining a steady speed and rarely having to brake suddenly.

There were few cars and pedestrians on the road. After all, in such heavy rain, people generally wouldn't go out unless absolutely necessary.

Mo Xueyao tore off the black plastic sheeting from the car window, and the city streets in her view finally became clear.

Why are you tearing it up?

"This paper is all wrinkled, and isn't it annoying to stick it here? It's blocking the view."

"That's for sun protection," the father said irritably. "If you tear it off, the sun will shine in and kill us with its heat."

"Pshaw, is it really that exaggerated?"

"Forget it, it's just a beat-up car anyway. We can put the stickers on it later if we want." The father put an unlit cigarette in his mouth and secretly glanced at Mo Xueyao at the traffic light. When he found that she was staring at him, he awkwardly put the lighter back.

The van was parked not far from the entrance of the inpatient department. Mo Xueyao walked over with an umbrella, while her father ran all the way to the door in the rain. When he turned around, he had a smug look on his face.

"So slow," he said.

"If you get any more rain, you'll have even less hair on your forehead," Mo Xueyao teased. "Wanyan should be awake by now."