A Young Woman's Heart

"Hey, Yaoyao, don't you know? This kind of little thing can be easily solved! Just say it's part of the club's artistic style."

"Is your art style just laziness...?" Mo Xueyao was speechless.

Unable to speak, Huang Yuxi climbed over from the table with a slightly flushed face and sat on the other side of Hua Yinyin. She looked around curiously, then took a deep breath, leaned back in her chair, closed her eyes, and looked like she was enjoying herself.

"No way? Huang Yuxi, do you like it here?" Mo Xueyao asked incredulously.

"Hmm..." Huang Yuxi nodded slightly, a little embarrassed.

"Well, it's messy, but it makes me feel safe!"

"I didn't think so." Although Mo Xueyao herself wasn't particularly hygienic, it shouldn't be this messy; it's beyond what most people could tolerate...

"Ahem, alright, alright, so, Huang Yuxi, are you satisfied with our club? Don't rush to agree to join, wait a minute... I'll find you some comics that you might like to read, they're all drawn by the members of our club!"

These comics, which they drew themselves, then photocopied and bound, were neatly stacked in another small cardboard box next to the coffee table. Most of them were unique copies, with only a few that were particularly good being photocopied multiple times.

No wonder Mo Xueyao thought the quality of this comic was strange before; it turns out it was just a photocopy of the original manuscript.

"Eh? Eh!" Huang Yuxi showed a shy yet expectant expression.

Mo Xueyao could somewhat understand why girls liked watching boys do that kind of thing.

But why would boys like this kind of thing?!

Does he himself actually prefer boys?

"Hey Hua Yinyin, aren't you going to introduce me to the members of your club?"

"No need for introductions~ Our club doesn't care about these things. People will naturally tell you their names when they're willing to chat with you."

"It's like the Monster Association," Mo Xueyao muttered under her breath.

The other three girls glared at her, somewhat displeased.

"Ahem, keep your voice down... Everyone here is like this, they don't really like to talk to others."

"...Really?" Mo Xueyao looked at Hua Yinyin with a face full of doubt.

"I'm just the opposite!"

"Oh—so you're saying that the more extroverted you are, the more introverted they are?"

"Yes, that's right, that's exactly it!"

Hua Yinyin placed three comic books in front of Huang Yuxi and thoughtfully handed him a piece of paper and a pen: "Just write down anything you want to say on the paper."

Mo Xueyao raised an eyebrow and casually picked up a book that looked like a record and started reading.

At first I thought it was drawing materials, but after reading a few sentences, I realized it seemed more like a case analysis.

"There are two types of same-sex attraction: innate and acquired. Acquired attraction can be further divided into three categories: guided by others, self-guided, and stress-induced. Among people who are attracted to the same sex, their self-perception can be divided into two types: recognizing themselves as the opposite sex and recognizing themselves as the same sex..."

She felt dizzy after reading just a few sentences.

"Oh, Yaoyao is looking at this. To give you an analogy, it's like boys liking boys. Some boys who like the same sex see themselves as girls, meaning they don't consider themselves lesbians."

"what?"

"And then there are those who consider themselves boys and like boys, even if it's the one on the ground."

"ha--?"

"There's another very special type, who identifies as a girl and therefore likes girls, even though they are actually a boy..."

"Huh—?" Mo Xueyao's mouth was agape. "What strange thing are you guys researching?"

"It's not something strange; they are a minority group in society, but they really exist!"

"So... Hua Yinyin, you're a girl who likes girls?"

"No, I like anything cute!"

"As expected of you." Mo Xueyao had a 'I knew it' look on her face.

In this day and age, it is quite rare to find someone with such extensive knowledge in this area as Hua Yinyin.

"Hey Huang Yuxi, how about joining our club?"

"Didn't you just say there was no rush..." Mo Xueyao covered her face, feeling that a pure young man was about to be corrupted.

"Uh..." Huang Yuxi shyly pinched the hem of her clothes, took out a neatly folded A4 paper from her pocket, and unfolded it to reveal a signed application to join the club.

"Hmph, so you've already made up your mind! Then I'll allow you to join the club! I'll register you tomorrow!" Hua Yinyin said happily. "Speaking of which, which one do you like?"

"Hey!"

Mo Xueyao felt that Huang Yuxi was burning up, so she pulled Hua Yinyin aside, gently patted his head and said, "Alright, alright, look, he's shy, so stop teasing him."

"Meow meow……"

"Where did that meow come from?" Mo Xueyao was taken aback, almost thinking that Sutang had sneaked out with her at some point.

“It was Huang Yuxi who called it.” Hua Yinyin looked at him with a curious gaze. If Mo Xueyao hadn’t been there, she might have stripped the latter naked to see what it was made of.

"Gulp..." Huang Yuxi swallowed hard under that aggressive gaze, and quickly wrote on the paper, "When I feel comfortable, I can't help it..."

"Can't help meowing?" Hua Yinyin stepped past Mo Xueyao, stretched out her hand and stroked his head. "How is it? How is this? Why aren't you meowing anymore? Are you uncomfortable? How about this?"

"Meow...?"

……

Chapter Seventy-Seven: Huang Yuxi's Brother

"Ding-dong—ding-dong—" A clear chime rang out in Yukong High School, which did not have a clock tower. This was, of course, an electronic audio played through the speakers.

School was over, and the students filed out, some rushing out of the school gate while others strolled out lazily.

Huang Yuxi, who didn't have to clean, packed her schoolbag at a leisurely pace. She carefully checked her homework against the homework record in the home-school exercise book to make sure she hadn't forgotten any homework before zipping up her schoolbag and carrying it on her still-childish back.

"Goodbye." Huang Yuxi took out a note with writing already on it and handed it to Mo Xueyao, then turned it over and said, "See you tomorrow."

Mo Xueyao, who was doing her homework while waiting for Li Wanyan to close the door and come home, looked up and saw his smiling face. Instantly, she felt her mood become sweet, like adding a piece of rock sugar to tasteless water. "Okay, bye-bye."

"Could you please lift your foot a little?" Liu Xiaowei strolled over with a broom in hand. "Wow, what's all this trash under your table?"

"What trash is this?" Mo Xueyao looked under the table with a puzzled expression. "...That's a napkin that Hua Yinyin threw away. This guy actually kicked it right here."

Why is she using so many napkins?

"Who knows!" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

"Hey, um, does anyone have a finished copy? I can borrow it to take home and copy later?"

“No way.” Mo Xueyao pushed Liu Xiaowei’s shameless face aside. “What if you forget to bring it back? If you want to copy it, you can come back early tomorrow to copy it yourself.”

"Don't be so rigid. You have to be flexible, right?" Gao Yuan chimed in.

"Class monitor, Gao Yuan wants to copy my homework," Mo Xueyao immediately reported to Li Wanyan.

That icy gaze immediately glared at him, making Gao Yuan shudder and flee to the back of the classroom: "Hehe, I'm going to wash the mop. Liu Xiaowei, you hurry up and sweep the floor, don't dawdle, understand?"

"Damn, you've become a supervisor?"

Even a simple task like cleaning after school can be made fun by these two lovable characters.

Meanwhile, Huang Yuxi walked out of the teaching building down the stairs, carefully avoiding others and trying to keep a distance of more than a meter from them.

Now that my child is in high school, there aren't many parents who still pick them up and drop them off, unlike when they were in junior high, when you could see a bunch of bicycles or electric bikes parked at the school gate as soon as school was over.

There are only a few parents waiting at the entrance now, and a few others who drove here and parked their cars far away, waiting quietly by the car door.

Most students either walk, take the bus, or ride their bicycles.

Not many people ride electric bikes, after all, electric bikes are still quite expensive these days.

Huang Yuxi walked cautiously to the school gate, stood in a corner, and looked around nervously.

He tiptoed slightly to try and see further, but the person he was expecting didn't seem to have come.

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder, and then a sharp shout rang out.

"Ah!" Huang Yuxi was so startled that she covered her head and squatted down. She didn't notice the movement behind her for a long time before slowly turning around and seeing a handsome young man with a wheat-colored complexion that was exposed to the sunlight smiling at her.

Huang Yuxi's pretty face immediately turned bright red. As if she was embarrassed and angry, she punched the latter's chest hard. However, the other party did not move at all. Instead, he reached out and picked her up in his arms.

He struggled violently, tense and embarrassed, but couldn't break free. In the end, the young man let go, allowing him to stand back on the ground.

Many people around them cast strange glances at the two of them.

Huang Yuxi was so shy that his legs were trembling. He turned his head away angrily, as if he was throwing a tantrum.

"Haha—Xiao Xi, what's wrong? Are you angry?" The young man patted Huang Yuxi on the shoulder. "I changed jobs. I get off work at four o'clock in the afternoon. I can pick you up from now on."

Huang Yuxi turned her head, her eyes immediately lighting up.

“That’s right, it’s true. Why would I lie to you?” the young man laughed.

Huang Yuxi rolled her eyes, took out a folded piece of white paper from her pocket, unfolded it, and on the front was written the two big characters 'Brother'. When she flipped it over, the other side had the sentence 'What should we eat tonight?'

This young man was Huang Yuxi's older brother, Huang Zhengyang.

It's clear that the two have a very close relationship.

"How about...fried chicken? Let's go to the market and buy some chicken legs now."

Huang Yuxi wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth and nodded vigorously.

"Let's go, get in the car!" Huang Zhengyang said, walking to a small truck with only two seats by the roadside, turning the key to open the door.

"Hmm." Huang Yuxi stretched out his arms. Although it was a small truck, it seemed that it was still a bit difficult for him to get on.

"I'll carry you up," Huang Zhengyang said, lifting Huang Yuxi up by his armpits and placing him in the passenger seat.

These ordinary green trucks are a common sight in cities, suburbs, and rural areas, but now the truck beds are empty of cargo, containing only scraps of cardboard boxes and tape.

"Boom boom boom—" With a roar, the truck started up.

Huang Yuxi poked her brother's arm, pointed to his seatbelt, and then pointed to her own.

"Okay, okay, I'll buckle up like you, right?" Huang Zhengyang smiled helplessly, buckled his seatbelt, released the handbrake, and drove away along the road.