A Young Woman's Heart

“Hey, what man doesn’t have affairs?” The man in the vest wasn’t ashamed at all, but rather proud of it. “I call this self-awareness, okay?”

"Don't give me that."

"By the way, why don't you like Mo Xueyao? I heard she's of mixed Chinese and Russian descent, with those beautiful blue eyes, tsk tsk." Vest clicked his tongue, "And she's so fair-skinned and so pretty."

"Then why don't you like it?"

"Hey, thinking too much will only get you nowhere. You need to know your place, you know?" The alias repeated the idiom from before.

"Heh." Ma Jianhang took a deep drag on his cigarette and finished the rest. "You know that, but do you think I don't?"

"Bullshit, your idea of ​​having twin sisters is also nonsense."

"I was just joking." Ma Jianhang looked around and lowered his voice to say to his best friend, "Actually, I like spending money."

"Huh? You like that crazy woman? Come to think of it, she doesn't seem to like men, does she?"

"Hey, you don't understand. This is what gives me a sense of accomplishment, okay? Making her like men again, don't you think I'm on a whole new level? It shows I'm skilled." As Ma Jianhang said this, he vigorously moved his lower body. "Besides, this kind of woman is really exciting. She knows all kinds of positions on her own. I can just lie there and enjoy it. Isn't that heaven?"

"You're really good at this, Ma Ge." Vest teased jokingly, throwing the cigarette butt on the ground and stomping on it. "Alright, let's go home."

"Yeah, I'm going home too." Ma Jianhang unwrapped the cola candy, popped it into his mouth, and the two went their separate ways home.

This is their daily routine almost every day, and they've long been used to it.

Of course, this is not the reality of life for most boys at Yukong High School.

At Yukong High School, which has a fairly good school atmosphere, only a minority of boys smoke.

More often, however, are inconspicuous individuals like Zhou Yong who blend into the crowd.

Their grades were neither good nor bad; neither their strengths nor weaknesses were particularly noticeable.

However, they are the backbone of the entire school and will become the middle or lower-middle class in society in the future.

It is one of the most important components of the pyramid of society.

It is precisely because of their presence, like green leaves, that the flowers appear so vibrant and beautiful.

Shortly after Ma Jia and Ma Jianhang left, Zhou Yong cautiously found the place.

"Boss, can I buy cigarettes in bulk here?"

"can."

"...Uh, this is a popular brand, could I have one of the cheaper cigarettes? How much?"

"Two cents."

"it is good……"

Zhou Yong took the cigarette, unaware that the light was free, and then spent money to buy a lighter. He lit the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then coughed violently.

"Young man, you don't smoke, do you?"

"Cough cough—cough…!" Zhou Yong pretended not to hear and left the area. After turning the corner, he still threw his cigarette into a puddle. "How come so many people like this awful stuff…"

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Chapter 126 The Daily Life of the Art Practice Club

Friday. I thought it would be a cloudy day, but unexpectedly, it started to rain around noon.

Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, and strong winds howled outside the window. The clock hands pointed to nearly twelve o'clock, but it felt like midnight.

The outside world was shrouded in darkness, with only the occasional flash of lightning briefly illuminating the entire world.

In weather like this, all you want to do is stay in a safe and cozy place and not want to move.

For Mo Xueyao and her friends, the Art Practice Club is like a cozy little nest. After dinner, they can chat leisurely here and feel at home.

The main reason is that there aren't many people in the house, and the room isn't very spacious, which makes it feel even more cozy.

At the very least, Li Wanyan particularly likes smaller rooms.

Qiu Yi, unusually, didn't go to play games with the other teachers. Instead, he was casually drawing something on a piece of white paper with a pencil. Mo Xueyao leaned over to take a look and saw that he seemed to be drawing a castle.

Mo Zhuyou sat opposite Qiu Yi, hunched over a thick notebook, writing something.

She knew what the notebook was for—it was filled with many interesting plots and stories, all connected to the overall worldview.

At Christmas, when she and her sister were still living in a small, run-down rented room, they played the games from their notebooks next to a burning fireplace.

The player chooses the character's actions, and whether the effect of the action is good or bad is determined by rolling dice.

These paper games are quite fun. Although they can't compare to the games with beautiful graphics on consoles, they are cheaper and allow for free DIY.

At this moment, Teacher Qiu seems to be creating illustrations for Mo Zhuyou's game.

"Youyou, writing plot again?" Mo Xiaoxiao asked with a smile, sipping her coffee.

There's only so much coffee to drink when we're in the club.

Almost as soon as the coffee is finished, Teacher Qiu will prepare more. Other snacks are not guaranteed, but coffee is always guaranteed to be plentiful.

Although they were all instant coffee, back in 2000, they were considered "high-end" drinks that ordinary people couldn't afford.

"No." Mo Zhuyou shook her head. "I'm not writing the plot; I'm continuing to refine the game rules."

"Oh...it looks like things are getting more complicated."

"It's more fun when it's a little complicated, otherwise it's no fun," Mo Zhuyou muttered, turning her little face slightly to the side.

Meanwhile, Mo Xiaoxiao, the older sister, very tacitly brought the coffee cup to her lips, letting the latter take a small sip, before lowering her head to continue writing the rules.

Gao Yuan, unusually, did not waste time idly, but instead diligently wrote his homework.

With Li Wanyan around, he had to do it himself and couldn't copy others' work. But he couldn't not do it either, since the homeroom teacher was going to check the homework after school this afternoon. If he didn't finish, he wouldn't be able to participate in the barbecue party.

He didn't dare to ask Li Wanyan any questions, but he didn't feel any pressure when facing Mr. Xue.

In fact, regardless of gender, if anyone in the class had a question they didn't understand, they would ask Mr. Xue, Cha Li, or Mo Xueyao instead of Li Wanyan.

"Xiaoxue." Here comes another problem Gao Yuan doesn't understand. "How do I do this problem? I don't understand it at all."

"If you want to solve this problem, you need to do this problem first. They are actually related and use the same law. It's just that the one you can't solve is more complicated and requires some minor changes." Mr. Xue patiently taught while writing the formula on the draft paper.

Since there were no main classes on Friday, the teachers assigned the weekend homework in the morning. Mo Xueyao had already finished it during the break between classes, and then wrote a little more in the club activity room, and then she was done.

Li Wanyan took her homework to check for errors, while she herself was rather bored.

"Hey, Zhou Yong, Duanmu Ji, what are you two doing?" she asked the two boys who were staring blankly out the window at the heavy rain.

"Huh? Ah... I didn't do anything." Zhou Yong chuckled awkwardly. "Just looking at myself in the mirror."

"Huh, I didn't realize you were so narcissistic?" Mo Xueyao tilted her head and chuckled.

"I'm a little sleepy." Duanmu Ji yawned widely, looking around as if searching for a place to lie down and rest for a while.

"Wait until you sleep, wait until you sleep, come here." Mo Xueyao stretched out her palm, slightly bent, looking more like she was about to slap someone than shake hands. "Arm wrestling!"

"Arm wrestling?" Duanmu Ji looked at her, puzzled. "Do you even have the strength?"

"Who said I'm weak!" Mo Xueyao tilted her head back. "I was really good at arm wrestling in junior high!"

She didn't say that she had repeatedly lost arm wrestling matches in junior high school, and had very few people who could beat her. The reason she suddenly wanted to arm wrestle today was just because she was thinking about her past self.

Also, although she didn't win much in the past, she could at least hold her own against many people for a while, but what about now?

Will they be defeated soon?

She did feel that she was getting weaker and weaker lately, and she asked someone to arm wrestle her in the hopes that it was just her imagination.

Zhou Yong's eyes lit up, as if he was eager to try, but he was too embarrassed to say it.

"Oh." Duanmu Ji yawned widely and casually stretched out one hand.

"It's starting!" Mo Xueyao grasped his hand, took a deep breath, and then forcefully pulled it to the left.

"Thud!" Duanmu Ji's hand was slammed onto the table.

"You win," he said dismissively, then yawned.

"Hey, can you be serious for once?!" Mo Xueyao slammed her hand on the table in frustration. "Let's do it again, seriously!!"

"Oh—" Duanmu Ji looked like he was almost asleep, and no one knew what he had gone through last night.

Mo Xueyao grabbed his hand again: "Wake up, wake up, be serious!"

"it is good……"

This time, Mo Xueyao couldn't hold on for more than two seconds before her hand was pressed down.

A feeling of frustration suddenly welled up inside me.

Given Duanmu Ji's physique, even if he won, it wouldn't have been so easy—if it were in the past.

I should have known better than to insist on doing it again.

She took a deep breath, looked at the bored Zhou Yong, and beckoned with her finger, "You come here."

At this moment, Duanmu Ji lay completely slumped on the table, seemingly asleep.

"What did you do last night?" Mo Xueyao reached out and ruffled his hair as if venting her anger.

"I was... tortured by my sister... all night... I'll get some sleep..." he replied weakly, and then he stopped talking no matter what was done to him.

"Being tormented by my sister?" Zhou Yong and Gao Yuan both thought of the terrible thing at the same time.

"Did your sister force you to do your homework several times?" Mo Xueyao guessed, and this pure heart immediately made the two shameless guys feel ashamed.

"Fine, then Zhou Yong will give it a try with me."

"Do you really want me to come?"

"Bring it on! You weren't prepared before, but you won't beat me so easily this time!" Mo Xueyao took a deep breath, leaned forward, and almost lay on the table.

Zhou Yong nervously licked his lips, his right hand outstretched, but he didn't know where to put it.

Mo Xueyao naturally took his hand, and the latter's face immediately flushed slightly.

"Start!" Mo Xueyao shouted unexpectedly, wanting to take this opportunity to knock him down directly, but she did not expect Zhou Yong's right hand to be so strong. She failed to succeed in taking him by surprise, and even when the angle was already tilted, he was still regaining the advantage.