A Young Woman's Heart

The backpack lightly brushed against the girl's thigh and buttocks next to her—Mo Xueyao only confirmed this after watching the replay several times.

Because the contact time is very short, only a moment.

Then, the girl started shouting and yelling emotionally, attracting everyone else to come and watch.

Although she wasn't the one in question, Mo Xueyao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Phew... I knew it! Xiaoxue would never do that kind of thing, or rather, she would never stoop to doing it!"

“Hmm.” Li Wanyan nodded. Mo Xueyao suddenly realized that she seemed to have never questioned Mr. Xue from beginning to end.

In terms of judging people, her judgment was far superior to Mo Xueyao's.

"It seems that girl is being too sensitive."

"Yes, she must apologize to Xiaoxue!" Mo Xueyao exclaimed, puffing out one cheek. "To frame someone without any evidence, tsk!"

"Haha, let it go. After all, she's a girl. Maybe she's under a lot of academic pressure and is just a little sensitive..."

"What? This isn't an excuse or a reason," Mo Xueyao said, clearly annoyed. It was no different from saying 'he's just a child.' "Uncle, put yourself in his shoes. If you were in his shoes, would you choose to let it go like this?"

"It's okay, I'm a man anyway, it won't affect me much." The security guard's view was very traditional. "Men should be more magnanimous, haha. Go tell your classmate, he definitely won't care. You girls are too petty!"

Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes unhappily. She felt that this had nothing to do with being magnanimous. If there was no punishment for doing something wrong, wouldn't everyone be able to do it in the future?

"Let's go." Seeing that she was about to say something inappropriate again in anger, Li Wanyan gently tugged at her arm and pulled her away.

"Really, how could they do this?"

"Well, most men really don't care about that kind of thing."

"Huh? Even Wanyan said that?"

"Only those who truly respect women will be hurt, just as a conman can only deceive those who trust him."

"What do you mean?"

"nothing."

"Why does Wanyan always leave things unsaid..." Mo Xueyao said helplessly, unable to figure out which side the other party was on.

Or perhaps she was simply analyzing the matter from a neutral perspective.

As soon as the classroom door opened, Mr. Xue walked into the classroom with his head slightly lowered, took out a piece of draft paper from his schoolbag, and started drawing on it with a 'swish swish'.

It looks like a combination of several fan blades.

"Xiaoxue!" Mo Xueyao walked to his side and slammed her hand on his table.

"Hmm, what's wrong?" Mr. Xue didn't feel disturbed. He put down his pen, looked up, and asked with a smile.

What are you drawing?

"I was thinking, is it possible to have a small aircraft that is simple in structure and sturdy and durable?"

"Like a mini helicopter?" Mo Xueyao had seen similar toys in supermarkets, but they were very expensive and most children couldn't afford them.

“If it’s just an aircraft, it doesn’t need to be designed like a helicopter—because it doesn’t carry people.”

"Oh--"

"Is there anything else?" Mr. Xue closed his notebook, apparently having already jotted down his sudden inspiration.

"By the way, I just went to the security room and checked the surveillance footage. It can prove that you didn't touch that girl; her backpack just brushed against her."

“Okay.” Mr. Xue didn’t seem to care about the matter. “Let’s go to the band room.”

"Hey, don't you want to clarify things?"

"We'll see," he replied casually, his smile fading slightly.

"We still need to clarify things, at least we need to make things clear with that girl! Hmm, let's talk to her at noon!"

"it is good."

"Now I can clear your name! How about thanking me?" Mo Xueyao proudly put her arm around Mr. Xue's shoulder, just like when she was with her best friend and they put their arms around each other's shoulders.

"Thank you." Mr. Xue smiled and said sincerely, but it sounded as if he didn't care whether the truth came out or not. "The rumors have already spread. Even if it's clarified, many people will still believe the previous false rumor."

"Huh? So you actually know quite a bit... Why are you keeping it to yourself, pretending to be deep and mysterious? Tch, you actually care quite a bit, don't you?"

"I don't really care," Mr. Xue nodded. "However, I do care a little."

Mr. Xue's honesty is what Mo Xueyao likes most. She always feels very relaxed communicating with such a person, without having to guess the true meaning behind his words.

It was noon, and as soon as they finished lunch, Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale eagerly ran upstairs.

This girl is from Class 4 of the third year of high school—after all, she is the protagonist of the incident, so it's not a problem to know her basic personal information.

Mo Xueyao felt like she was there to cause trouble, and a strange excitement welled up inside her. She put her hands on her hips and shouted into the classroom, "Excuse me, is Wei Mengran from Class 4 of Senior Three here?!"

"What do you want with Wei Mengran?" A boy wearing glasses looked at her.

"Of course we should ask her to check the security footage! Didn't she say that a boy in our class molested her? Let's check the footage and see who's lying!"

The students in their class had obviously been discussing this matter for the past few days. After hearing what Mo Xueyao said, they guessed that the truth might have taken a turn, and they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"You're looking for me?" Just then, a girl's voice came from behind Mo Xueyao. She turned around and saw the protagonist of this matter—Wei Mengran.

"Yes, that's it. He didn't touch you at all. You have to take back what you said before."

"I won't listen to your nonsense until I've seen the surveillance footage." She sneered. "What's your relationship with that guy? And you, as a girl, are even speaking up for him?"

"I'm just trying to give everyone the truth," Mo Xueyao scoffed. "Come on, do you dare come with me to see the surveillance footage?"

"What's there to be afraid of?" She rolled her eyes, looking like a fish about to drown.

The news spread quickly, and many of her classmates and students from other classes came to join in the fun. Mo Xueyao didn't stop them, because the more people who saw the truth, the easier it would be for Mr. Xue to be cleared of suspicion.

The group walked down in a grand procession. Wang Jiale whispered in Mo Xueyao's ear, "Xiaoyao, you're so brave."

"what happened?"

"Um... I'm standing in front of the senior class, and my legs are shaking a little..."

"Tch, they're only a year or two older than us, what's there to be afraid of?"

On the way down, Mo Xueyao called out to Mr. Xue, who was setting out the tableware. Seeing so many students following behind to watch the commotion, he smiled and nodded to her, saying, "Thank you."

"It's nothing, isn't it only right to help my classmate?" She shook her head and proudly puffed out her chest.

Because she had a good relationship with the security guard, she easily led everyone into the monitoring room once again.

This time, with at least thirty people as witnesses, the video was played repeatedly. From any angle, it was clear that Mr. Xue and she had no physical contact at all, and the scratch on the backpack was purely accidental.

"Well? Now the truth is out!"

“Yes, he definitely didn’t mean to touch me.” Wei Mengran’s answer surprised Mo Xueyao. She thought the other party would deny it, but it turned out that she was just thinking too fast, because what she said next made her even angrier. “But it is a fact that his backpack touched me. I think it’s okay that he molested me. But since it wasn’t intentional, I will forgive him. Let’s leave it at that.”

"What do you mean you forgave him? You should be the one apologizing!"

"He's already made mistakes, and since it's so easy to run into him, why does he still get so close to me?"

"He didn't see it!"

"Why don't you look where you're going? Even if it's an accident, you can't say the person involved has no responsibility, right?" Wei Mengran's words were actually a fallacy of equivocation.

"But you shouldn't slander him!"

"So I take back what I said, and I'll tear down the note that was posted there."

"Do you really think you did nothing wrong?"

“I think I’ve set a great example, so that if girls are bumped into by boys in the future, they can shout out as boldly as I have.”

"You're talking nonsense!" Mo Xueyao was enraged. "You're completely distorting the truth!"

"It's alright." Mr. Xue smiled and pulled Mo Xueyao to his side.

……

Chapter 190 is not included.

Some people agree with Wei Mengran's viewpoint, while others disagree.

Mo Xueyao was so agitated that she wanted to argue with her, but Mr. Xue pulled her aside, and then Wang Jiale dragged her to the back.

"Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, don't get so worked up... Arguing with her won't do you any good..." Wang Jiale whispered, covering her mouth. "This kind of shrew won't listen to reason..."

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you before, but I forgive you now." Wei Mengran said to Mr. Xue in a condescending tone, as if it were a form of charity.

"It's good that the misunderstanding has been cleared up." Mr. Xue smiled gently.

"Hmm, it seems you're reasonable."

"Xiaoxue, if you keep giving in to her like this, she'll think you're easy to bully!" Mo Xueyao shouted indignantly.

Wang Jiale, who had failed to cover her mouth, looked embarrassed and coughed heavily a few times.

“You know why I overreacted. First, I was under a lot of pressure. Second, if all men in this society were as gentlemanly and polite as foreigners and wouldn’t do such dirty things, I wouldn’t think you did it on purpose.”

Wei Mengran's meaning is clearly to blame all Chinese men; it's just unknown what her father would think if he heard this.

"Then let's leave it at that," Mr. Xue nodded.

"Okay, that's fine then." Wei Mengran walked out of the monitoring room, her face still bearing a deliberately nonchalant expression.

After the person involved left, the others also dispersed.

Some boys even thought that Mr. Xue was too weak, and wondered why he didn't dare to argue with her.

Of course, some people think he is indeed well-mannered and different from the average vulgar boy.

The opinions of outsiders do not sway his mind, or rather, they do not particularly concern him.

"Xiaoxue, aren't you angry?" Mo Xueyao was indignant, wishing she could rush to Class 4 of Senior Three and fight Wei Mengran right now.

She felt that arguing with people was incredibly frustrating, and that the best way to deal with this kind of woman was to fight fire with fire.

"That's why I hate watching all kinds of palace dramas. Seeing those women scheming against each other makes me feel annoyed, and I wish I could just chop them up!"

"Pfft, Xiaoyao, what are you talking about?" Wang Jiale punched her on the back. "Okay, okay, don't be so angry. Xiaoxue isn't angry, why are you?"

"Xiaoxue, are you really not angry?"