A Young Woman's Heart

"Fine? Have you let me go home yet? It's like this every day. I'm tired of it even though you don't!"

"You find me annoying?" Lin Huihui put her arm around Li Gutao's shoulder. "Why do I feel like you like me?"

"Pfft! Cough cough, cough cough cough..." Li Gutao choked on his own saliva. "I like you? I'd have to be crazy to like you!"

"Then why haven't you hit me yet?"

"Oh, so the fact that I don't hit you means I like you, right?"

"Yes, otherwise you'd be a eunuch, a spineless man."

Li Gutao was speechless for a moment. Admitting either point was not a good thing.

So he had to change the subject: "Excuse me, boss lady, can I go home?"

He suddenly realized that saying "big sister" wasn't so difficult after all.

After saying it out loud, I felt even less pressure.

Why did you stubbornly refuse to shout before?

Is it male pride that's causing this?

As long as you don't admit it in your heart, isn't that enough?

Is this considered a form of Ah Q-style spiritual victory?

It doesn't matter what kind of mental victory method it is, as long as you're in a good mood.

While trying to justify himself, Li Gutao slung his backpack over his shoulder and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

At that moment, Lin Huihui suddenly darted behind him, trying to trip him up and make him fall to the ground.

I really don't understand why a girl likes wrestling so much.

Fortunately, Li Gutao was prepared this time. He suddenly turned around and threw Lin Huihui to the ground.

This doesn't count as hitting a woman; it's called a defensive counterattack.

He said to himself, clapping his hands as if brushing off dust: "You think you can take me on by yourself? You really think I can't beat you?"

"Drink up!" Refusing to give up, Lin Huihui tripped Li Gutao on the ground as well. The two rolled around on the ground, each trying to pin the other down, but neither could succeed.

Although Li Gutao was strong, his fighting skills were terrible, and he was no match for Lin Huihui, who often fought with men and women. He could only rely on brute force.

In the end, Lin Huihui prevailed.

After entering high school, Li Gutao became increasingly lazy in his exercise routine, and his stamina was even inferior to that of a girl.

Before long, he was pinned down, panting heavily.

Lin Huihui triumphantly put one hand around his neck: "How about it, are you convinced yet?"

“I don’t agree…” Li Gutao replied immediately, as if it were an instinctive reaction.

"You have to accept it whether you like it or not!" Lin Huihui said, slightly out of breath, raising her foot as if to step on Li Gutao's face.

This is one of the greatest insults to a man.

How could he tolerate it?

He immediately used all his strength to flip over, and although he couldn't push back, he escaped the opponent's attack range.

Then he grabbed the schoolbag that was lying aside and ran away.

"Don't run!" Lin Huihui immediately chased after her.

The two of them ran ahead and chased after each other, rushing out of the teaching building and then out of the school gate, making the security guard at the gate shake his head.

"Girls pursuing boys? Girls these days are really bold—could it be because there are too few boys at this school?"

"Wow, which class is that girl from? She's so thirsty!" an older student exclaimed in astonishment.

On the bustling street, Li Gutao felt like he could hardly breathe, but Lin Huihui was still relentlessly chasing after him.

So he had no choice but to run.

He felt like he had never run for so long, not even in PE class, and he had never been this tired, not even in the 1,000-meter race at the school sports meet.

In fact, he must have run more than a kilometer, right?

"Ha-hoo-ha-" Gradually, his speed finally slowed down, from running to jogging, then from jogging to staggering, until finally he could no longer move and collapsed on the railing of the overpass.

Lin Huihui's situation wasn't much better than his; the only difference was that she was leaning against the railing.

"Big sister, what exactly do you want? Why are you targeting me like this? Is it necessary? I give up, okay?" Li Gutao took out his half-empty water bottle from his backpack. Just as he unscrewed the cap, Lin Huihui snatched it away and gulped it all down.

"Hahoo—"

"Damn it, you didn't leave me a single drop!" Li Gutao shook the water glass and managed to pour out a single drop, but it was not enough to quench his thirst; his throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.

At that moment, he felt that the spring evening sunset was so intense—making him feel like an ice cream placed under the summer sun, melting rapidly.

"Here you go." Lin Huihui handed over her water glass.

"What is this...?" Li Gutao didn't care that there was saliva on the water glass. He took it, unscrewed the cap, and poured it into his mouth from a distance. But he almost spat it out because he choked on the first sip.

"Haha...delicious...is it good?" Lin Huihui laughed weakly.

"Beer?!" Li Gutao wiped the water from the corner of his mouth and gulped down the entire beer in his glass. "It's alright!"

"You can drink alcohol?"

"What, you think I can't?"

Lin Huihui squinted at him:

"...You look like...a spineless man..."

"He doesn't look like someone who can drink..."

"Now, are you drunk?"

"Who said that? I can hold my liquor really well!" Li Gutao raised his middle finger. "Back in the day, only Xiao Yao could drink me under the table!"

Who is Xiaoyao?

"I... have a best friend... cough, he's a boy, but he's much prettier than you, oh... no..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Li Gutao rolled his eyes and handed the cup back. "Thanks."

"You'll still say thank you to me?"

“I’m a fair and just person, even though you’re the one who made me so thirsty… ha…” Li Gutao straightened up, “If you want to wrestle, I’m always ready to play.”

"Fine, if I lose..."

"I know, I know, I'll call you Big Sister, right?"

"No, you call me... Huihui."

……

Chapter 151 Shen Kelin

Whether March is a rainy season or not, Mo Xueyao didn't know, but in any case, there were far too many rainy days in March this year.

On Thursday, March 14th, the sun had just quietly risen in the early morning when it was obscured by dark clouds covering the sky.

They thought it was just a shower and the rain would stop, but when Mo Xueyao and Li Wanyan walked into the classroom with their umbrellas, the rain was still pouring down.

The rain had lessened a bit, but it didn't look like it would stop anytime soon.

While Yukong High School does have an indoor stadium, it's not big enough to fit all the students in the school. Even if they could stand there, they certainly wouldn't be able to make any big movements.

Therefore, if it rains, morning exercises or radio calisthenics will be canceled.

Mo Xueyao remembers that when she was in junior high school, she had to do broadcast gymnastics in the classroom even when it rained.

In reality, doing calisthenics indoors doesn't allow you to warm up properly; it's just for show and can easily lead to injury.

Therefore, the new principal of Yukong High School directly abolished the rule that "we must do radio calisthenics indoors even on rainy days".

Instead, radio programs took their place.

This allows students to enjoy life even during periods of continuous rain.

Today is the first test broadcast of this radio program.

The duration is similar to that of regular morning exercises, about fifteen to twenty minutes, and it will definitely end before the first class begins.

"Ahem, ahem!" A female voice, testing the sound, came from the speakers hanging to the right of the front blackboard in every classroom. "Hello? Can you hear me? Test! Test!"

Once it was confirmed that the microphone was working properly, music started playing.

They were playing the theme song from Cardcaptor Sakura, which didn't sound as serious as I'd imagined...

"Ahem, welcome students and teachers to our first broadcast in the rain! This is a broadcast that will replace morning exercises or calisthenics on rainy days!" The girl's voice was strong and energetic, not sweet and pleasant, but full of positive spirit.

Mo Xueyao tilted her head, feeling that the voice seemed somewhat familiar.

"I'm Shen Kelin, the host of the Rainy Day Broadcast! Besides the mornings when it rains, we also broadcast at noon when it rains. Our broadcasts aren't serious, so feel free to submit your articles or offer any suggestions or opinions to the broadcasting classroom on the fifth floor! Of course, whether they're adopted or not is another matter!"

With such a strong tone, coupled with her slightly androgynous voice, and the name she said herself, if Mo Xueyao still couldn't remember who it was, then there must be something wrong with her memory.

She had always thought that there were no classmates from junior high school in Yukong High School, but she didn't expect to run into one today.

No, to be precise, I heard it on the radio.

While Hangzhou has many junior high schools, it also has a considerable number of senior high schools. It's normal for students from the same school to get into the same senior high school, but it's rare for students from the same class to get into the same senior high school, and even rarer if they're from the same class.

Mo Xueyao was constantly on guard against running into people she knew from the past, and thankfully, none of her former classmates were in her current class.

But to my surprise, there was another classmate from junior high school... in another class of the same grade?

Fortunately, when Mo Xueyao appeared in the school newspaper, the photo in it was quite different from her junior high school photos. The most important difference was her blue eyes. Even former classmates, if they weren't very familiar with her, wouldn't make that connection, even if they thought she looked somewhat similar.

The changes in gender, hair length, facial features that gradually become more feminine, and those distinctive blue pupils allow Mo Xueyao to draw a line between herself and her past self as much as possible.

Mo Xueyao rested her chin on her arm, unconsciously looking at the school uniform logo on Hua Yinyin's back—a half-open door with a golden sun hidden behind rain clouds.