A Young Woman's Heart

"Ah."

"Should I be angry or not?"

“Don’t be angry.” Mr. Xue gave a definite answer. “Let’s go to band practice. The others are still waiting for us.”

"Tsk, I feel like I want to beat you up now." Mo Xueyao smacked her lips, "Why aren't you angry? You are such a bad person!"

“There’s no need to be angry.” Mr. Xue smiled. “Hehe, don’t be angry, let me treat you to coffee.”

"What? I want one too!" Wang Jiale shouted.

"Okay, both are available."

Finally, Mr. Xue bought a can of hot coffee for everyone in the band room—from the vending machine downstairs in the teaching building.

Even Yu Shu got a can.

The note in the lobby of the teaching building has been torn up, and the matter seems to have come to an end.

But Mo Xueyao still felt that the matter had not been resolved at all!

Why is she so arrogant?

However, Mr. Xue, as the person involved, chose not to pursue the matter, and no matter how anxious others were, it was useless.

Mo Xueyao put herself in her shoes countless times, and she felt that in that situation, she would probably be so angry that she would punch her in the face.

……

By the time school lets out in the afternoon, the sun is almost setting. As deep winter approaches, students are coming out of school and can hardly see the sunset anymore.

"I have something to do today, so I have to go home first," Mr. Xue said to Hua Yinyin. "Hua Yinyin, please pass on this message to the others for me. Thank you."

"Hmm...why did something suddenly come up? Why are you going back? Oh...you're feeling down, so you just want to go home early?" Hua Yinyin asked herself, then patted Mr. Xue's shoulder earnestly. "Xiao Xue, if you're really angry, just go and argue with her again. Are you regretting it now? I told you before, if you're angry, vent it quickly, or it'll be too late!"

"Haha, it's not that." Mr. Xue was somewhat amused and exasperated. "You don't need to think I care so much. I really don't care."

"Men are always so stubborn," Hua Yinyin said with an air of experience. "Alright, alright, I'll just pretend you don't care. Bye-bye, take care on your way."

"Is Xiaoxue going home first?" Mo Xueyao heard Hua Yinyin and Mr. Xue's conversation over there. "Hmm... that's fine, she should go back and get a good night's sleep."

"Xiaoyao is going home?"

"I didn't."

Didn't you say you were going to get a good night's sleep?

“I’m telling you, Mr. Xue…” Mo Xueyao helplessly grabbed Wang Jiale’s pigtails, “Stop talking nonsense, let’s go, let’s go to the band room!”

"Have some tea before practicing?"

"Well, there's one more thing that we need everyone's help to think of."

"what's up?"

"Today, Wen told me that for New Year's Day, in addition to the band performance competition, we second-year high school students also have to have another program, and it can't be singing."

"Then just let someone else do it."

“I’m the entertainment committee member, if I don’t do it, who will? At the very least, I have to plan some programs… And Wen even said it would be best if I could act in one…”

“After all, Yaoyao is the school beauty!” Hua Yinyin came over with her backpack. “Awen must want to show off, right? Hehe.”

"A standout figure in Class 2 of Grade 11." Wang Jiale nodded in agreement.

"Ugh, this is so annoying." Mo Xueyao ran her fingers through her hair, slumped onto the table, and said, "Maybe I should just perform a comedy routine. That would be more convenient..."

"But I feel like crosstalk is actually harder," Wang Jiale said while packing his schoolbag. "Isn't stage play better?"

"Plays require a lot of rehearsal time..."

"Then let's use our tea time to rehearse."

"Ugh, I'm so tired." Mo Xueyao firmly objected, "No, that's our leisure time! People always need to rest!"

"Pfft, even little Yaoyao has become a lazybones."

"She must have been infected by Youyou!" Mo Xueyao said with certainty.

"Hey, what does this have to do with me!" Mo Zhuyou shouted indignantly, holding up the textbook she was about to pack into her schoolbag. "I wasn't even involved in the conversation!"

"Look, who's the laziest among us? That's right, it's Youyou. As the saying goes, 'one is influenced by one's company,' so we've all been infected by Youyou and become lazy."

"That makes sense." Wang Jiale nodded thoughtfully.

"Lele is the least qualified to say that!" Mo Zhuyou puffed out her cheeks angrily, blowing her bangs up.

Amidst laughter and chatter, Mr. Xue packed his schoolbag, pondered something, and left the school.

Although it was already quite dark, it was actually just the rush hour before people left work. The early winter nights made people even more eager to get home.

The bus was very crowded, and Wei Mengran felt like a sardine can as she stood inside.

She had some reservations about this, saying to her female companion, "I think the country should separate train carriages for men and women."

“Yes, that’s right,” her companion agreed.

"Men and women shouldn't be crammed together; doesn't that give perverts an opportunity to take advantage of them?"

"Yes, and during peak hours, we should add more women-only buses. We can't compare with other countries in this respect."

"That's right. We've never had a culture of gentlemen since ancient times, and we're not improving it now. We're not making any progress at all."

The two women were grumbling quietly when Wei Mengran suddenly screamed and grabbed an arm behind her: "Pervert! You touched my butt?!"

The arm belonged to a man with green hair who looked like a thug, and there were five or six other young men with similarly strange appearances standing next to him.

"There's a pervert here, a lecherous freak! He touched my butt!"

All eyes on the bus were focused on this spot.

In Wei Mengran's imagination, her shouting would surely frighten the other person so much that they would immediately apologize to her or become incoherent.

Unexpectedly, after a second of bewilderment, the other party's expression turned fierce: "You damn bitch, why don't you take a piss and look at your own cunt? Do you think I'd touch your ass?"

"You touched her and you won't admit it! Let me tell you, everyone here is watching!"

The other passengers on the train made room for each other – the carriage had been so crowded just moments before that no other passengers could fit.

"What the hell are you looking at? Do you think I'd touch her ass for no reason?" The thug-like man looked at the others, and the men behind him also stepped forward, as if warning the others not to meddle.

Indifference was the expression on many people's faces at this moment.

It's like that joke: when the US says you have weapons of mass destruction, you better actually do it.

And this also applies here: when someone calls you a hooligan, you'd better actually be one.

"You won't apologize, and you're trying to threaten me?" Wei Mengran was a little scared; her female companion had already hidden behind her.

"Damn it, I didn't even touch her, and you want me to apologize? Fine, you insist I touched her, huh?!" The green-haired man pressed a hand directly onto her chest and squeezed it hard. "She's completely flat-chested! So what? I touched her now, what are you going to do about it?"

"You...you..." Wei Mengran only felt scared at this moment.

She suddenly realized that the only people she could bully seemed to be those who were kind to her.

The bus arrived at the stop, and she hurriedly got off, but unexpectedly, the group of thugs followed her off.

"This is a bus stop, what do you want?"

"Nothing's wrong, we'll get off here too, is that not allowed?"

Wei Mengran turned and ran, and the others followed at a leisurely pace.

"You're following me!"

"We were just going that way!" The group of thugs chuckled again. "Weren't you so arrogant? Why aren't you arrogant anymore? Why aren't you pretending?"

Wei Mengran fell to the ground; now she was only filled with fear.

The green-haired man from before picked her up, sneered, and slapped her twice across the face—the sound was crisp and pleasant.

"Stop! Don't hit women."

"None of your business, get lost! This woman asked for it first!" Green Hair deliberately slapped her across the face again, this time harder, making her head spin.

"Stop." The fair-skinned, red-lipped boy took a few steps forward. Everyone else looked at him warily, and finally someone couldn't resist making the first move.

Wei Mengran didn't even see what was happening clearly. When she came to her senses, she found that everyone else was rolling on the ground, while the boy she had previously "framed" was smiling and reaching out his hand to her.

"Aren't you... angry?"

"It seems you know you've done something wrong." He smiled. "Get up."

She was a little nervous and somewhat distrustful of him.

Her eyes still seemed to be questioning him.

"Really... not angry?" she asked again with her eyes.

"No, not at all." He seemed to understand, pulling her up from the cold ground, his smile as warm as the sun. "This doesn't count as indecent assault, does it?"

"..."

……

Chapter 191 Admitting Mistakes

The orange-yellow streetlights shone on Mr. Xue, who took a small step back, giving the light to Wei Mengran.

That green-haired thug hit her hard; three slaps left her face swollen and with a small bloodstain at the corner of her mouth. Although it wasn't big, it looked like it would leave a scar.

Wei Mengran pursed her lips, her expression complicated. She seemed unsure how to face him.

Finally, she bit her lip, said nothing, and turned to leave.

"Wait." Mr. Xue called out to her, and after seeing her turn halfway around, he reached out his hand.

Wei Mengran subconsciously reached out a hand to catch it.

It was half a tooth that had been knocked out, still stained with bright red blood.

She frantically covered her mouth, only then realizing a sharp pain in her gums.

Mr. Xue looked at her and took another step back. Although there wasn't much distance between them, Wei Mengran felt as if there was a world of difference between them.