A Young Woman's Heart

Seeing that it wasn't working, Mo Xueyao took the opportunity to put some of her body weight on the table. Since she was lying on the table, she could use her body weight without any problem.

Even so, Zhou Yong still gradually moved towards victory.

"Ah—!" Mo Xueyao stretched out her other hand in a fit of anger, finally achieving a great victory.

Although the victory was dishonorable, it still made her happy for a few seconds.

Zhou Yong's attention was not on this at all. He stared at his hands clenching and unclenching, as if he was savoring something.

Mo Xueyao didn't notice, because Mo Xiaoxiao, who was watching from the sidelines while drinking coffee, became interested: "Xiaoyao~ I'll try with you, no cheating allowed."

"I would never cheat when arm wrestling with a girl," Mo Xueyao said 'arrogantly,' but she looked adorably silly. "Then come sit over here and we'll arm wrestle face to face."

“Okay.” Mo Xiaoxiao put down her coffee and sat down, shaking hands with Mo Xueyao’s right hand.

"Three, two, one—go!" This time it was fair enough.

Mo Xueyao and Mo Xiaoxiao were locked in a stalemate.

Mo Xueyao blushed, wanting to win, while Mo Xiaoxiao seemed quite relaxed, smiling as she turned Mo Xueyao's hand away.

"I won!" She blinked happily.

"Damn it..." Mo Xueyao couldn't help but blurt out a not-so-dirty swear word.

Although she couldn't beat the boys before, she could at least beat most of the girls.

How come I can't even beat girls now?

This made her doubt her own muscles.

Take a closer look at those slender arms; there's hardly any muscle at all... No wonder they're so weak.

Perhaps I should exercise more and build some muscle in the future?

But the thought of a pretty little face paired with exaggerated muscles gave her goosebumps.

No matter what, it's still her own body; ruining it won't do her any good...

Next, she competed in strength with the other girls and found that she could only beat Mo Zhuyou; she couldn't beat anyone else.

Moreover, Li Wanyan seems to be stronger than Mo Xiaoxiao.

Amidst the laughter, time slipped by, second by second.

This is the daily routine in the club activity room. Most of the time, these kinds of things happen that are not worth delving into, but are still quite interesting.

If everything we do in this world has to be meaningful, wouldn't living be too tiring?

"Right, Wanyan?"

"About what?"

"Cough, it's nothing..."

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Chapter 127 Pigeon Cage

Located in Xihu District, Hangzhou, near Zhejiang University School of Medicine.

This area is close to the city center and is particularly bustling because of the large number of university students here—it could easily be considered part of the city center.

In areas with a large number of college students, all kinds of consumption become higher.

There are still cheap and affordable small shops where you can buy food and daily necessities, but rent is something you can't avoid.

Although the school provides dormitories, many people rent rooms outside the school for various reasons.

Perhaps they are a couple, or maybe they don't like to communicate with others, or they simply prefer quiet...

Tian Tingchan is one of those students who rents a house off-campus.

To be closer to the school, I rented a room nearby.

Her life was so impoverished, and she disliked being given charity, so she rented the cheapest room on the floor.

It can't even be called a room; even calling it a storage room seems a bit cramped.

This is an inconspicuous room at the corner of the apartment corridor. Even the door is narrower than the other rooms. If you were fat, you would probably have to turn sideways to get in.

In fact, this place was never originally intended to be used as a room; it's just that unscrupulous businessmen always make use of every available space.

Fortunately, it's really cheap enough.

A small storage room with a 'large' window that seems out of place here—a sliding window that allows for decent lighting, at least preventing it from being completely dark during the day.

Its area is only between three and four square meters, but for a room that costs fifty yuan a month, as long as there is electricity, you really can't ask for anything more.

Along the wall near the door, there is a row of very shallow cabinets, so shallow that they cannot even fit a standing suitcase.

Fortunately, it can still be used to stack some clothes or miscellaneous items.

Tian Tingchan tried her best to decorate her mini-hut and make the most of the space, but she still couldn't change the fact that it was incredibly cramped.

There was no bed in the room, so every night when I went to sleep, I would take the bedding out of the closet and spread it on the floor.

During the day, the bedding is folded up, and the small folding table is placed in the original empty space, creating a simple 'study'.

Small pieces of sponge mats were laid on the ground, which not only kept the floor warm but also made it easy to replace them when they got too dirty to clean properly.

Because they are small pieces, there will be no unnecessary waste when replacing them.

Her schoolbag was placed by the door, and several cardboard boxes were stacked near her feet. They weren't filled with many things, mostly books.

Among them, several books placed at the very top were the Diamond Sutra and the Great Compassion Mantra.

There were still some incense ash scattered in the corner.

This is the entire view of the room.

It is cramped, not only undignified but also uncomfortable; even a slight movement could easily cause you to bump into the wall.

"Boom!" A bolt of lightning flashed across the outer world.

The petite girl curled up in bed, convulsing intermittently.

It's like a dead fish whose internal organs have been removed, but which is still struggling due to muscle reflexes.

The narrow eaves, which could hardly be called eaves, could not keep out much rain. The rain could only wash over the windows, soaking them completely. A few drops even seeped in through the cracks, adding to the chill of the already cold room.

"Huff... Huff..." Tian Tingchan covered herself completely with the blanket, her little face sometimes turning red and sometimes turning blue.

She felt her body going from hot to cold, like a cold drink that was repeatedly taken out of the refrigerator and put back in during the summer.

I caught a cold on Monday.

But she still insisted on going to class.

But I finally couldn't hold on any longer on Thursday night.

That is, last night.

She rushed back to her apartment, used her last bit of strength to wash her face and feet in the communal restroom, and then tucked herself into bed.

She thought it was just a minor cold that would pass quickly.

But unexpectedly, it got worse and worse.

In fact, she had already shown signs on Wednesday, but it wasn't that she didn't want to see a doctor; it was that she simply didn't have the money.

The money I earned from part-time jobs during winter break and other occasions went towards tuition and other expenses. What little money I had left had to be set aside for rent, and some—

To put it bluntly, I have fifty yuan left. Thirty yuan is for food, and the remaining twenty yuan is for phone bills...

That's right, it's a month's expenses.

With no money in her pocket, how could she afford to see a doctor and buy medicine?

It's either survive or die.

When she thought about it that way, she even felt a sense of relief.

In this cramped room, which resembled a pigeon coop, there wasn't enough space for her to roll around. Even in the midst of her pain, she was still restrained from 'freedom'.

In her dazed state, she remembered the past... remembered many things from the past.

She can't forget the blow her father gave her, nor can she forget being hospitalized alone with a broken leg, nor can she forget leaving the hospital early to save money, which caused various aftereffects, to the point that she can't move her right leg flexibly now and can't run freely.

"Ugh!" She couldn't help but shove the object hard, and several boxes of medicine in the thin cabinet next to her immediately 'clattered' down and hit her face.

It still hurts even through the blanket.

Tears welled up uncontrollably, but she held back her sobs.

She bit her finger tightly, even when it bled, she wouldn't allow herself to cry.

The physical pain transferred the emotional pain to the body.

She has many similar scars and marks on her body, perhaps left behind in this way.

Tian Tingchan reluctantly reached out and grabbed the medicine, pushing it next to the cabinet.

These were all gifts from that wealthy young lady, Zuo Ziya; they were all medicines from Thailand.

To be precise, it's actually estrogen.

She disliked owing favors to others, and perhaps it was her stubbornness that made her choose to endure it herself, even though she could have sought help from Zuo Ziya.

After all, the other party had already helped her a lot, and these medicines alone were quite valuable.

She can't always bother others.

Besides, if her life really did end here, it might not be such a bad thing.

Is there any point in living such a painful life?

She questioned her own heart.

There is no answer.

She stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling as if she were floating.