A Young Woman's Heart

Autumn has deepened, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers is no longer strong, as most of them have withered. Only a few special varieties are just beginning to bloom at this time.

The two dusted off the bench and sat down—their movements were almost identical, as if they had rehearsed it.

The midday sun was exceptionally bright, and there were no clouds to block it. After being in the sun for a while, it even got a bit hot.

The warm sunshine also made her sleepy, and Mo Xueyao, who had only been reading the novel for a short time, began to feel drowsy.

She yawned widely, bent down to take off her canvas shoes, then put her feet on the armrests of the bench and rested her head on Li Wanyan's lap.

Her small feet, encased in black pantyhose, swayed gently, looking like two tempting pieces of chocolate.

"how."

"I'm sleepy." Mo Xueyao yawned, and Li Wanyan placed the book from her lap onto Mo Xueyao's body, holding it with her left hand, while her right hand opened and closed, occasionally turning a page. "What are you doing?"

"I'm doing rehabilitation exercises as the doctor instructed," Li Wanyan replied, her right hand continuing to clench and unclench its fist repeatedly.

"How are you feeling now? Is there any difference compared to before?"

"It's not very effective."

"Well, I'm still recovering. Once I'm fully healed, there shouldn't be any problems."

"Ah."

"But by then, you'll have mastered writing with your left hand, right?"

"perhaps."

"Wanyan," Mo Xueyao carefully chose her tone, asking with a hint of joking, "You rarely talk about your past, do you?"

"Ah."

"Because you don't want to talk about it?"

"If you want to hear it, I can tell you."

"Ah, never mind, I don't like forcing people to say things they don't want to say." Mo Xueyao coughed lightly and turned her head to look at the girls playing soccer on the playground—those were the girls' soccer team from Yukong High School.

"Whoosh." Li Wanyan turned a page of the book. "The distant past."

"Me? My past is nothing special, just an ordinary life. Ah, when I was in junior high school, it wasn't very popular for boys to be good-looking, so I didn't have much luck with girls."

"How does it feel to be a boy?"

"Did Wanyan ask about it?"

I didn't ask in detail.

"Hmm...should I answer in detail?"

"Ah."

"First of all, it's convenient to go to the toilet, and there's no such thing as only going once a month. Also, you can be carefree and don't have to care so much about your image. In short, it's really great, a very unrestrained feeling."

"That's just a lack of manners."

"But men can be called bold or generous when they act like that. Brothers can even put their arms around each other's shoulders... Unlike girls, who often use subtle tactics like tripping each other up or spreading rumors. Most of the time, if two boys can't stand each other, a fight is all they need to settle things. Sometimes, they even become friends after a fight. And between good brothers... well, at least that's how it was in junior high. If they're good brothers, they definitely won't be two-faced. Girls are a different story. I felt sorry for the girls in my junior high. It was like everyone was filming a palace drama..."

That's a one-sided view.

"Well, I'm just talking about my thoughts from junior high. In elementary school, there wasn't a clear difference between boys and girls, and my memory of it is a bit hazy, so I won't go into details."

"And then in high school?"

"Fortunately, everyone in high school was great, both boys and girls," Mo Xueyao laughed. "That was one of my motivations for studying hard back then."

"Students from top-tier high schools are not necessarily all good people."

"I know, but at least... everyone's busy studying and doesn't have time for anything else, right?" She smoothed her hair. "Of course, right now I feel that my classmates are the best; it's very comfortable to talk to each other."

"Were you nervous when you first started talking to girls?"

"Uh... it's fine if it's just talking, but... but, living together later on, it made me feel really awkward. Sometimes I really have to thank Hua Yinyin. If it weren't for her, I probably wouldn't have adapted so quickly. It's like feeding someone who doesn't like cilantro cilantro every meal until they get used to it..."

"Don't you like living with girls?"

"Of course not, that was just a rough analogy." Mo Xueyao glanced at Li Wanyan furtively. "And Wanyan, what about you?"

"My past?"

"Hmm... just say whatever you want to say."

"I have nothing to say." She gently touched Mo Xueyao's hair. "Yaoyao's hair has grown a little longer."

"Really? It's growing very slowly now, isn't it?"

"some."

"Oh... by the way, Wanyan, what kind of person do you think I am?" Mo Xueyao finally couldn't help but ask.

"A naive person."

"That's it? It has no redeeming qualities!"

"And... my best friend."

“Alas—let’s talk about something else.”

"She is cheerful and optimistic, and won't let others be sad all the time, but she won't act silly like Hua Yinyin. Most of the time she is quiet and won't make people feel noisy."

"Hmm...it has quite a few advantages."

"They may seem carefree, but they actually think a lot and are considerate of other people's feelings."

"Hey, I'm almost embarrassed to say that."

"Besides my mother, you are the closest person to me." Li Wanyan ended with these words, moving the book away from her cheek, her eyes seemingly brimming with tears. "Thank you... for being with me."

"Huh? Ah... Haha... If my parents hadn't let you live at my house back then, where would you have lived?"

"……Um."

"Tell me quickly!" Mo Xueyao said, curious and eager to know the answer.

"Hua Yinyin".

"Huh—why her?"

"At least you won't lack happiness." Li Wanyan covered her face with a book and said in a strange tone that was both amused and tearful.

Li Wanyan is acting strange today.

……

Chapter 117 Calling the Parents

Friday arrived slowly, and only a few days remained in October.

The first period in the morning was math class, which many students in the class dreaded.

"Your girlfriend might dump you, your money might run out, but math won't!" Liu Xiaowei shouted to Chen Cheng, who was sitting very close to him in the back row. "Because if you don't know math, you just don't know it!"

"Yes." Chen Cheng expressed his strong agreement. In fact, if he were really good at math, he probably wouldn't have stayed in the humanities class...

For students who excel in both arts and sciences, the homeroom teacher usually asks for their opinion. For example, Mr. Xue ultimately chose to remain in the arts class as a math whiz. Sometimes, when given math tests from the science class, he would even get a perfect score. Jingdie often used this to motivate the students in the next class, saying things like, "If you can't even beat the students in the arts class, what's the point of studying?"

Among a group of young teachers, she was probably the most traditional and serious-looking one.

Tang Sishi, wearing thick glasses, coughed softly. Her eyes appeared magnified through the lenses, making them seem somewhat disproportionate to her small face.

Her prescription was probably the highest in the class. Mo Xueyao heard that during the last vision test, she couldn't even see the largest one on the eye chart. Her prescription was around 600 or 700 degrees, and the lenses she wore were made of glass, which were quite heavy.

Ms. Jingdie walked into the classroom with her lecture notes. A year of working together hadn't made everyone relax a bit during math class, but this high level of tension actually made them more prone to drowsiness...

As usual, the class proceeded in an orderly manner.

Mo Xueyao yawned sleepily, but had to cover it with her hand to avoid being caught by Jing Die and having to stand and listen to the lesson by herself—yes, she was that strict.

Sometimes Mo Xueyao felt that she didn't seem like a teacher, but more like the female drill instructor from military training...

Are all strong women this strict?

Perhaps it is precisely because she is both a woman and a strong person that she has to maintain her outward dignity in this way.

Men, on the other hand, don't need to be. Strong men tend to be more humorous—men who wear their toughness on their sleeves are often perceived as all bark and no bite.

This is probably the advantage that men have over their gender.

"Liu Xiaowei".

"Huh? I wasn't sleeping."

"Listen attentively in class."

"oh oh……"

Mo Xueyao turned her head and glanced at him, noticing that although he had one hand on the desk, his gaze was fixed on her thigh. Although the desk provided some cover, she had done the same thing before and immediately realized what he was doing—he was probably secretly reading a novel in his drawer!

"Mo Xueyao".

"Yes." She quickly turned around and smiled ingratiatingly at Jingdie.

"Stand up and answer this question."

"Because of point P..." she answered quickly, because she had only been distracted for a moment and her attention had been focused before. Moreover, to avoid the embarrassment of being called on in math class and not being able to answer, she had done a thorough preparation for math beforehand.

"Okay, sit down." Jingdie nodded in satisfaction, and the boring math class continued.

Ai Xiu'er, standing next to Mo Xueyao, was deep in thought, biting her pen. Heaven is always fair; although she was very talented in languages, she was falling behind in math.

Sanhua Tongjue rested her chin on her hand, nodding her head repeatedly, almost asleep. If she weren't an exchange student, Jingdie's chalk would probably have already flown over.

It's not her fault. After all, she'd heard that math classes in Japan weren't that difficult, so it's normal that she couldn't understand the high school courses here.

"Liu Xiaowei." Jingdie's voice rose a little higher. Liu Xiaowei pretended to be calm and looked up, only to see a pair of legs standing next to him that looked like they were full of explosive muscle power.

"cough."

What novel are you reading?

"I didn't watch it..."

"Do you think I don't know?" Jingdie snorted coldly, and with lightning speed reached out and took the novel out of his drawer. "Me and My Seven Wives. Reading literary works is one thing, but you read this kind of vulgar stuff?"