A Young Woman's Heart

"But it's bleeding a little." Mo Xiaoxiao poked her forehead with her index finger. "You, you, do you have to make yourself all injured? How old are you, still so naughty."

"Uh... I won't jump next time..."

"Sit still, I'll put some medicine on your knee first."

Mo Xiaoxiao turned to look at the table, took out a band-aid from the drawer, and carefully checked the medicine on the table. They were all labeled. She hesitated for a moment, then took a bottle of iodine.

The medicines in the infirmary were neatly arranged and easy to find. She quickly found a cotton swab, dipped it slightly in iodine, and then squatted down in front of her sister, carefully applying the iodine to the wound on her right knee.

"Ugh—" Mo Zhuyou's body trembled slightly as she bit her lip, enduring the pain. "It hurts even more than if I didn't apply it... Waaah."

"Who told you to fall? It'll definitely hurt to disinfect it." The older sister blew some hot air onto her younger sister's wound. "Whew... Okay, now disinfect the other wounds too."

"The others don't need it, right...?"

"no--"

"Waaah..."

"Playing the victim won't work. You won't know the pain until you're taught a lesson." Mo Xiao's tone softened after a short while, "Be more careful next time, understand?"

"Okay—"

Afterwards, Mo Xiaoxiao put bandages on all the wounds.

"There's a slight draft around my knees..."

"Of course your pantyhose are letting in the wind if they're torn. Aren't you cold?"

"Hmm... a little." Mo Zhuyou, who had just stepped out of the infirmary, then let out a loud sneeze, "Achoo!"

"Then let me wear it."

What should we do about my sister?

"I'm fine."

"Hmm, never mind, I'll just wear it myself... It won't be too cold..." Mo Zhuyou said, trying to cover her knees with her skirt, but it was a little difficult. "Sister, can you help me take my schoolbag to the classroom? Okay—I'm going to the band room now?"

"Wait a minute." Mo Xiaoxiao circled around Mo Zhuyou, patted the dust off her clothes, and then nodded gently. "Alright, go ahead."

Mo Zhuyou waved her hand, and was about to run when her knees went weak, almost causing her to fall again.

Fortunately, her older sister was there and caught her in time.

"Don't run, walk over slowly."

"Uh-huh……"

"Don't go running today, okay?"

"Good~"

……

"Clatter—" The door to the band room was pushed open forcefully, and the door handle slammed against the wall, making a clattering sound.

"Youyou're here." Mo Xueyao took a sip of tea. Yu Shu in front of her was fiddling with her camera, while Mr. Xue was playing the bamboo flute in the corner of the classroom.

"Where are the others?" Mo Zhuyou limped to her seat and sat down, slumping onto the table.

"Lele has to clean today, and Yinyin probably hasn't arrived yet," Mo Xueyao asked, resting her chin on her hand. "What's wrong?"

"Well... I just tripped and fell."

"Be careful..."

What were you talking about just now?

"Oh, Yu Shu and I were talking about things from when we were little."

"Huh? What is it? I want to hear it too!"

"Actually, it's nothing much, just some... uh... embarrassing things." Mo Xueyao scratched her head awkwardly.

"Then I'm even more eager to hear it!" Mo Zhuyou looked at Yu Shu beside her. "Shu'er, tell me!"

Yu Shu couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle, her face flushed as she said, "When we were little... Xiao Yao liked to crawl inside my skirt..."

"cough!"

"Pfft!" Mo Zhuyou couldn't help but laugh out loud. "It seems that Xiao Yao used to have a talent for being a female pervert!"

"I was just curious back then, okay? I wasn't spending money."

"We're all girls, what's there to be curious about? Is it more interesting to look under other people's skirts?"

"Cough... because... I used to be... a... tomboy. Everyone thought I was a boy, and I never wore skirts or anything like that."

"Huh—really?"

"Of course it's true."

"Hmm, no wonder Xiaoyao always seems so boyish. By the way, why did you crawl under someone else's skirt?"

"I only said it because I thought it was funny! Besides, I don't even remember what I was thinking at the time." Mo Xueyao pouted. "And Yu Shu... Shu'er has a lot of embarrassing stories too, hasn't she?"

"Tell me, tell me?"

"For example, when she saw other boys urinating on the side of the road, she followed them and tried to urinate standing up, but ended up getting her legs wet."

Yu Shu's face turned bright red. She pretended to be studying the camera, keeping her head down and not daring to look at them.

"Was Shu'er always this interesting?"

"Another time, she felt very hot, so she took off her skirt..."

"Pfft, haha—"

"Stop, stop talking!" Yu Shu whispered, raising her small face slightly and giving her a resentful look.

"Uh... Okay, okay, I won't say anymore." Mo Xueyao couldn't stand her gaze and turned her face to the other side. "By the way, how was the performance the other day? What did the first-year high school students say?"

"You should ask Yinyin or Lele, they're both well-informed." Mo Zhuyou sat up straight again. "But I heard the response has been quite good. Yesterday after school, I even heard some students talking about the Class 2, Grade 11 band!"

"Maybe we're already famous?"

"I think so..."

“There was another band that was quite impressive.” Mr. Xue put down his bamboo flute. “Three people: a suona, an erhu, and a small drum.”

"...Is this a street performance troupe under the overpass?" Mo Xueyao couldn't help but tease.

"Their foundation is very solid, and they play very well, but the pieces are a bit too common for most people."

"Looks like they'll be a formidable competitor!" Mo Zhuyou nodded, stroking her chin. "I need to practice my drumming harder!"

"Let's rest a little longer..." Mo Xueyao scratched her cheek. "Now that you've all started practicing, I feel embarrassed to sit here and drink tea."

"It's alright, it's alright. Xiaoyao should learn from Yinyin's shamelessness."

"What shamelessness!" Hua Yinyin dashed into the band room. "I always hear you guys talking bad about me behind my back, humph!!"

"No," Mo Xueyao said with feigned innocence, "We would still say it even if you were here."

"Oh! By the way, Yao Yao! You should have received the news by now, right?"

"Um...what? About Great-Grandpa?" Mo Xueyao was stunned for a moment, then immediately realized what was going on and asked.

"Yes, I'm going back for my great-grandfather's funeral. You should be going too, right?"

"Yes……"

"Great! We have company now!"

"Ugh, I don't think it's any better," Mo Xueyao said against her will. "I thought I could finally go alone this time and not have to see you."

"What? Little Yaoyao says that, but she actually really wants me to come along, right? Hey hey! My dad will probably contact your dad, and our two families can go together so we can look out for each other."

"So you've already decided where to go?"

“My dad said that my great-grandfather should be buried in China, not back in Russia.”

"I see..."

"It is said to have been written in his will."

……

Chapter 142 I Want the Lipstick on Your Lips

The classroom was a bit quiet this morning because many clubs hold assemblies on Wednesday mornings, and most people should be in their respective club activity rooms right now.

The remaining people in the classroom were either too lazy to go to clubs or had never joined any clubs at all.

Or perhaps they haven't finished copying their homework yet.

Chinese students find clubs quite novel, but as a Japanese, Mika Hitomi has absolutely no interest in them. She had participated in clubs in her own high school, and while small clubs were fine, clubs with many members always had complicated rules that gave her a headache.

Therefore, she did not join any clubs at Yukong High School.

Huang Yuxi actually has a club, but the person she used to know there was Hua Yinyin. Now Hua Yinyin has to go to the band room. Although there are new people joining the club, she feels particularly awkward every time she goes there.

Not only did I not know anyone there, but the club was full of girls.

Some bold girls even asked him if he had a crush on any boys...

The gazes of the others were also particularly 'frightening,' filled with aggression.

So he gradually went to the club less and less often after that, and usually only went with Hua Yinyin when she wanted to go.

Wang Jiale had just finished cleaning when she glanced at the clock. She had half an hour left to practice in the band room, so she hurriedly ran out.

Because there were so few people, they didn't even have a morning reading session; everyone just quietly did their own thing.

Whether they're lying down to sleep, reading novels, or listening to music with headphones on, no one bothers them.

Ye Wen didn't sit on the podium, but instead sat in Hua Yinyin's seat, leisurely flipping through a novel by Lin Haiyin—"Old Tales of South City".

As soon as Huang Yuxi arrived at the classroom, he stuffed his schoolbag into his drawer, took out his books one by one, and arranged them on the table. Then he touched his somewhat dry lips, took out a creamy yellow lipstick from his shirt pocket, and carefully applied it to his lips.

A faint milky scent filled the air. He was still using the White Rabbit Milk Candy Lip Balm, but it wasn't the same one as before.

Sanhua Tongjue stared intently at his small face, making him feel slightly uneasy.