A Young Woman's Heart

"Heh, I knew it. There are more scumbags in regular high schools," a slightly chubby boy said with prejudice.

Chen Cheng turned around abruptly, his expression sharp, mainly because of what that person had said earlier, which made him feel very dissatisfied.

Just like in feudal times, when nobles and royalty naturally thought that commoners were inferior.

"What did you say? Who are you calling scum?" Chen Cheng spat to the side. "You think you're any better? You think you're so great just because you're wearing a mask? Heh, so what if you're from a top high school? You still smoke, don't you?"

"Smoking doesn't mean you're a bad person." The tall, thin boy at the front even started lecturing.

"Then why do you all think I'm scum?"

"Hehe, we wouldn't lay a hand on a girl, but what about you?"

Did I do anything?

"Caught red-handed and still won't admit it!"

Chen Cheng laughed angrily: "Ha! Since you've all made up your minds, nothing I say will change that! What, you want to fight? Don't think I'm afraid of the four of you by myself!"

"You're pretty good, huh? So what if you're good at fighting? There are four of us here!" the fat man said, and charged forward first.

Chen Cheng spoke with great bravado, but in reality, he was unsure of himself.

Because he simply doesn't know how to fight.

This is something that could have been avoided with an explanation.

But he just couldn't swallow his anger.

Seeing that he was about to make a move, the other party rushed forward without hesitation and took the initiative.

Chen Cheng could only fight back by virtue of his height advantage, but after all, there were four of them on the other side.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands, let alone four people.

His fighting skills were terrible; he couldn't even put up a few moves before being knocked to the ground by several punches, leaving several bruises on his handsome face.

This situation only fueled Chen Cheng's anger. As if he were impervious to pain, he suddenly stood up, grabbed a smaller, thinner man, and began to beat him mercilessly.

He ignored the punches coming at him and focused solely on attacking the skinny boy.

Neither attacking nor pulling could separate him from his body.

"Ugh!" Chen Cheng, like a wounded wild beast, rammed his head hard against the other's forehead, using this self-destructive move to fill the other's heart with fear.

Even the onlookers were terrified by his reckless fighting style.

"Damn it, get out of my way!" His friend tried to help, but when his fist was about to hit Chen Cheng's face, it was dodged, and then the friend bit Chen Cheng's wrist.

He is now truly a wild beast, using every part of his body that he can attack to strike others, and as a result, he has bitten everyone else several times.

Everyone looked disheveled.

But Chen Cheng and the boy he attacked were the most disheveled.

His body was covered in wounds.

During the struggle, Chen Cheng's arms and knees were scraped, and streaks of blood seeped from his torn clothes.

Chen Cheng seemed to have gone mad, and eventually no one could easily get close to him.

Because any creature that gets close to him will be attacked.

Everyone experiences fear.

After all, nobody wants to have a big chunk of their flesh bitten off by this crazy guy.

It was just a pity for that skinny boy, who was beaten so badly that he was almost powerless to fight back, but he was still tough and held his temper, refusing to surrender.

If you look closely, he was actually trying to dodge the attacks, waiting for the opponent to run out of energy.

Although it's really difficult to dodge at such close range.

"stop!"

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Chapter Eighteen: Intervening in Injustice (Part 2)

Thursday was another day of heavy snow.

For a southern city that rarely experiences continuous heavy snow, this is already considered extremely severe weather.

There were not only sanitation workers on the road, but also armed police and stationed troops to clear the snow, otherwise it would be impossible to drive on either the highway or ordinary roads.

Even so, this only guarantees that most roads are passable.

Furthermore, the thick snow on the sidewalks was so bad that there was no time to clear it, making people completely unwilling to go out.

Therefore, the homeroom teacher notified all the students after school that they did not need to come to class on Friday.

This also makes up for the holidays on the 3rd and 4th.

Originally, Yukong High School had planned to have classes on the 3rd and 4th, which were part of the New Year's Day holiday. However, due to the Education Bureau's requirements, the plan had to be changed at the last minute, and students were required to attend classes.

This will make up for the missed holiday days, and there will be no need to come to class next Monday; classes will officially begin on Tuesday.

By then, even if the snow in the whole city hadn't melted, it shouldn't have hindered traffic too much.

Of course, we will notify you separately if there are any unforeseen circumstances.

This will require the homeroom teacher to call each parent.

Li Wanyan was kept behind again due to unforeseen circumstances.

Not knowing how long it would take, Mo Xueyao chose to go home alone.

Because of the heavy snow these past few days, she hasn't ridden a bicycle in a long time.

The same is true today.

She walked home alone from school, clutching her scarf tightly to keep warm, yet also wanting to buy ice cream.

Two conflicting thoughts were arguing within her, and in the end she chose to walk into an ice cream shop by the roadside.

Despite it being winter, business here is surprisingly good.

Do so many people enjoy eating ice cream in winter?

Mo Xueyao curiously leaned closer.

Then I saw the shop owner put all sorts of pancake-shaped objects into the pot to deep-fry, and an enticing aroma immediately filled the surroundings.

She squeezed through the crowd and asked the shopkeeper, "What is this?"

"ice cream."

"Huh—? Ice cream?" Mo Xueyao's eyes widened in disbelief. "Fried ice cream?"

"That's right, this is special fried ice cream," the owner replied with a smile. "Please line up if you want some."

"Oh... how much is one?"

"One yuan each."

Looking at this fried ice cream, which was only a third the size of a regular ice cream, Mo Xueyao felt a little sorry for the change in her pocket, but she couldn't resist the temptation of curiosity, so she decided to buy two to try.

Fried ice cream is made very quickly. You simply throw pre-made ice cream, coated with bread and breadcrumbs, into a frying pan of oil, fry it quickly over high heat until golden brown, and then take it out.

Mo Xueyao was soon in line.

"How many do you want?" the boss asked.

"Two, please." She placed two coins from her pocket, which she used to buy snacks, on the table. This was actually her allowance for the week.

I don't have to go to school tomorrow, and today is the last day of school this week, so I plan to spend all the money at once to treat myself.

After all, learning should be balanced with rest and self-satisfaction.

Learning without a reward and punishment system is difficult to sustain unless one is truly passionate about it.

The golden-brown fried ice cream was quickly finished, packed in a paper bag, and handed to Mo Xueyao.

In this day and age, using paper bags to pack food is considered quite avant-garde.

As Mo Xueyao stepped out of the store and was about to take a bite of her fried ice cream, she saw a boy walking towards her from the side and greeting her, "Ah, Mo Xueyao?"

"Hmm? Zhou Yong?"

"Haha, what a coincidence."

"It's right near the school, what a coincidence." Mo Xueyao shook her head helplessly. "Here, fried ice cream, want some?"

"Huh? For me?"

“Yes,” Mo Xueyao replied matter-of-factly. “I just bought two. I’ll eat one to taste, and you can have the other one.”

"Thank you so much!" Zhou Yong licked his lips.

Mo Xueyao pushed out a piece of fried ice cream: "Here, take it yourself. You'd better use a napkin so your hands don't get oily."

"It's okay, just wash your hands with snow if they get dirty." Zhou Yong picked it up directly, but was burned and cried out.

"There's one more thing I forgot to mention, this was just made, so it's very hot..."

"Hiss—whoosh—hot hot hot—"

"Serves you right." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes and took a big bite of fried ice cream.

The fried ice cream is hot on the outside and has a crispy texture.

The ice cream inside, however, is cool and refreshing. The two contrasting temperatures explode in your mouth, creating a delightful sensation of both ice and fire.

The taste was indeed very good, but after eating something that was both hot and cold, my stomach immediately felt uncomfortable.

Obviously, you can't eat too much; one is just right.

"Mo Xueyao, why are you alone today?"

"The squad leader has something to do."

Zhou Yong quickly popped the fried ice cream into his mouth, then grabbed some snow from the side, rubbed his hands together, and mumbled, "Oh...ah, wash it..."