A Young Woman's Heart

For students, the last day of October was just an ordinary Tuesday.

Today's Chinese class didn't introduce any new material; instead, it reviewed some previously learned content.

The pace of the Chinese class was probably the strangest. It didn't follow a unit-by-unit schedule. Instead, it would start with a long modern text, then move on to a classical Chinese text, and then read a couple of ancient poems...

Huang Yuxi was a little distracted, flipping through the texts she hadn't yet learned.

Although I've read these articles several times, I still find them interesting every time, probably because I haven't memorized them.

His deskmate, Sanhua Tongjue, was sitting sideways, twirling a pen with her right hand, while her other hand quietly reached onto his thigh.

She made a rabbit ear shape with her left hand, and then walked on his right leg like a human leg.

"Hmm..." Huang Yuxi felt a tingling sensation in her thigh. She subconsciously looked down and saw that fair and delicate little hand.

After Huang Yuxi discovered her, Sanhua Tongjue was not nervous at all. Instead, she winked at him with a mischievous smile and deliberately rubbed his thigh.

It felt like ants crawling over her body, causing Huang Yuxi to instinctively squeeze her legs together.

"Pfft—" She couldn't help but chuckle, as if she found it particularly amusing. Her restless little hand became even more audacious, and this time she pressed it directly onto his lower abdomen.

Huang Yuxi's belly was soft, similar to that of a girl, except that it felt like something was pressing against her hand.

"Ahem!" Ye Wen, standing on the podium, stared at the two of them and coughed heavily. "Sanhua Tongjue, pay attention in class."

"Mmm!" Sanhua Tongjue hurriedly withdrew her hand and covered her slightly burning face.

But she didn't stay still for long before she couldn't resist taking action again.

It seems that teasing Huang Yuxi is a very interesting thing.

What excited her even more was that the latter was also capable of feeling...

After all, Huang Yuxi is so pretty and cute that sometimes you can't tell he's a boy at all.

Perhaps only a reaction in a situation like this can prove it?

If it were any other boy, Sanhua Tongjue might find it a little strange, but if it were Huang Yuxi, she would find it especially cute.

Being teased by a pretty girl is something that probably not every boy has experienced.

Or rather... most ordinary boys probably wouldn't have this experience.

But Huang Yuxi didn't feel happy. He just felt a little nervous and uneasy, and his physiological hormonal reaction made it difficult for him to concentrate.

"Cough cough—!" Ye Wen coughed heavily twice again. "Huang Yuxi, don't get distracted in class. Stand next to the podium and listen to the lesson."

"Hmm...!" Huang Yuxi was taken aback at first, then quickly nodded, her face full of relief.

Sanhua Tongjue pouted with great regret, and barely listened to anything in the second Chinese class.

Mo Xueyao was standing in front of Sanhua Tongjue, and she had seen all of the other party's little tricks. She silently mourned for Huang Yuxi for three minutes.

However, for a boy, this isn't necessarily a bad thing, since he still has the tools to commit the crime.

Unlike Mo Xueyao, who could only endure Hua Yinyin's teasing every time, and whose face was far more despicable than Sanhua Tongjue's.

Every time she makes that exaggerated expression, it makes you want to punch her.

If given the chance, Mo Xueyao really wanted to show her what happens when someone flirts with girls every day...!

As they spent more and more time together, she truly felt that Sanhua Tongjue was a very open girl, and sometimes, whether in her speech or actions, she had a bit of a tomboyish vibe.

Especially flirting with cute boys, Chinese girls generally wouldn't do something like that, right?

Even if you like someone a lot, at most you'll just confess your feelings.

Are all Japanese women very open-minded, or is she just a minority?

Mo Xueyao had no idea, but if she were still a boy, she would definitely be very envious.

As for now, to be honest, I've looked at girls' bodies countless times, and I even look at my own every time I shower. I'm no longer bothered by these little teasing moments.

When Chinese class ended, Ye Wen gave Sanhua Tongjue an ambiguous look, while Qiu Yi was waiting at the door.

It wasn't because he had a class, but because Ye Wen didn't have any classes after that, so he planned to go out with her to buy some snacks.

Their destination was a high-end-looking pastry shop near the school.

When Mo Xueyao occasionally passed by that place, she would peek inside and see that a piece of some kind of mousse cake or pastry cost twenty yuan!

You know, if you're frugal, even a poor person can eat lunch for half a month on twenty yuan!

Perhaps it is precisely because teaching is just a pleasure that these young teachers are more attentive to their students and have better ways to guide them in dealing with various problems?

But does that mean children from wealthy families can just do whatever they want?

Perhaps in a few years they'll have to go back and inherit the family business.

As Mo Xueyao thought this, she found herself even more envious.

But while we are born into the world, we can only control our own future.

……

At 4:35 p.m., just as the school bell rang, shouts from some boys and hurried footsteps could be heard throughout the school.

Unfortunately, the last period this afternoon was math class, so the boys in Class 2 didn't dare to misbehave. They could only rush out with their schoolbags when the math teacher said "get out of class dismissed."

"Charge—!"

"Kill them—!"

"Aren't you tired of carrying those backpacks? It's like you're carrying a bomb. Can't you just carry them on your backs?" Gao Yuan chased after them with difficulty.

"Liu Xiaowei, Gao Yuan, come back!" Li Wanyan glared at the two of them, her tone tinged with anger. "You always try to run away when it's your turn to clean."

"Hey, class monitor, please make an exception... It's a rare opportunity..."

"Isn't this how you rush out to play every day?" Li Wanyan blocked their way with her right hand, which was still wrapped in bandages. "You're not allowed to go home until you've finished your own business."

"Hehe, you two aren't getting away." Li Hongran grabbed the back of their collars. "You'd better suffer with me!"

"Damn it, Li Hongran, you've betrayed the organization!" Gao Yuan shouted, brandishing his claws.

"Betray what? Cleaning is betraying the organization? I'd rather not join this organization then," Li Hongran joked. "Alright, it'll be quick, why rush home from school like that?"

"Then the internet cafes won't have any computers left!"

Internet cafes in those days were generally small, with only a dozen or twenty computers. Students from the whole school would rush there, so they had to fight for a spot.

Otherwise, you can only go to the arcade to play video games, but the graphics there are not as good as CS on the computer, and the freedom of control is far inferior.

For playful teenagers, once they've played better games, those mediocre ones become less appealing.

"What's the point of playing video games? Play basketball with me, it's good exercise. I'll show you guys how to play later."

"No, no, no, absolutely not!" Gao Yuan and Liu Xiaowei shook their heads like rattles.

Amid the noise, the students packed their bags and left.

Band members like Mo Xueyao had to go to the band studio to practice.

"Xiaoxi, want to go get something to eat after school?"

"Hmm..." Huang Yuxi nodded gently, picked up the whiteboard in her hand, "I'll treat you today."

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"You've treated me so many times..." Huang Yuxi added several ellipses after the sentence, "Let me treat you to that today."

"what?"

"I wonder if they're setting up a stall today," Huang Yuxi said, stuffing the whiteboard back into her pocket and tilting her head slightly to wave at her, as if inviting her to leave together.

"Let's go~" Sanhua Tongjue put a hand on his shoulder, pinched his little face, and playfully blew a breath into his ear.

The latter's face quickly turned bright red, her head drooped, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Lu Bolun, who was still Wang Jiale's deskmate, looked on with some envy. He suddenly realized what she really meant by "not feeling the feeling of being in love".

Indeed, it was always him who was trying to please her, unlike Sanhua Tongjue and Huang Yuxi, whose presence exuded a sweet atmosphere when they were together.

—And they're not even officially a couple yet.

Although to everyone else, they were already as close as a couple.

He scratched his head vigorously, stood hesitating for a long time at the fork in the corridor with his schoolbag on his back, and finally decided to go into the homeroom teacher's office.

Ye Wen was eating the snacks she had bought during the second period of the morning, which she hadn't finished yet. Qiu Yi was sitting lazily behind her, reading a book. Sometimes Ye Wen would lean back, clearly using him as a chair back.

The chair back, which was originally there, was now facing the opposite direction.

"Uh... Wen." Lu Bolun walked up to Ye Wen and tentatively greeted her.

"Lu Bolun? What's wrong? You and Lele didn't seem to make eye contact in class today. Did you break up?"

"Huh? How did you know..." He scratched his head sheepishly.

If it were any other teacher, they would definitely discuss the issue of puppy love first, but Ye Wen was very open-minded and could even discuss these things with the students, which made his uneasy heart relax a lot.

"Um...what?"

"Huh? How did you break up?"

“Well… she said… uh…” Lu Bolun glanced at the other teachers in the office and lowered his voice even further, “She said, I don’t feel any romantic feelings for her…”

“I think so too,” Ye Wen said, expressing her strong agreement.

"what……"

"So, you came to me wanting to change seats?"

"Yes, yes... cough! Is that alright?"

"Hmm... let me think about switching you with someone..." Ye Wen looked down at the seating chart. "Hmm... I'll make arrangements for tomorrow. You can go home now."

"Thank you, teacher."

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Chapter 123 Chen Cheng's Mother