A Young Woman's Heart

Mo Xueyao glanced at Wang Jiale and blocked the television with her body, so that Wang Jiale could only see her back.

Drinking cola while watching TV feels really good; it would be even better if I had a cat.

Mo Xueyao thought to herself, "At first, I thought this sitcom was silly, but after watching it for a while, I thought it was alright. It had a lot of jokes that only locals would understand, which made me feel very close to it."

There were just too many commercials. Basically, there was a three-minute commercial break every fifteen minutes. This disconnect was too strong. It not only failed to pique her curiosity to continue watching the plot, but also made her lose most of her interest in it. Instead, she stood up and began to examine the books on Wang Jiale's bookshelf.

On the right side of the bookshelf were many textbooks that were no longer in use. Mo Xueyao glanced at them casually and was surprised to find that even the first-grade textbooks were still there.

She couldn't help but pick up a first-grade Chinese textbook and glance at it, gently stroking the cover, which was slightly blackened but still in relatively good condition: "I miss... the feeling of learning pinyin back then."

"That's why I kept it!" Wang Jiale replied smugly.

"You're just too lazy to throw it away, aren't you?" Mo Xueyao muttered, her eyelids drooping.

She also has a lot of old textbooks at home, but they are all from junior high school. She also has some from elementary school, but only a few scattered ones.

Some were sold to scrap collectors, while others were lost without anyone even knowing where they ended up.

Besides the textbooks, there were some workbooks organized together. Mo Xueyao randomly picked one out, and the words 'Weekly Journal' were written in childish handwriting.

The class and name below indicate that this is Wang Jiale's workbook from sixth grade.

"Huh, a weekly journal?"

"Ah, oh, you can't look at that!" Wang Jiale scrambled to her feet in a panic, snatched the diary from Mo Xueyao's hand, and quickly stuffed it back into the bookshelf. She muttered somewhat awkwardly, "Don't flip through it!"

"Huh? Is there something you're ashamed of?"

"No way!"

"Ah, that hardcover notebook looks quite interesting."

"You absolutely can't look at that!" Wang Jiale's face flushed bright red, even more intensely than before.

"Let me see it. Okay, let me borrow it and I'll let you copy my homework?"

"Pshaw, I don't want to, I want to write it myself!" At this moment, Wang Jiale became exceptionally confident.

"How long are you going to keep writing? I'm not going to have to stay up with you until midnight, am I? It feels like I'm some kind of tutor..." Mo Xueyao covered her mouth and yawned. "Well... how about I trade you something else?"

"There's nothing to trade!" Wang Jiale shouted resolutely.

Mo Xueyao glanced at her sideways, then suddenly grinned mischievously and pulled out the hardcover notebook. She randomly flipped to a page and read aloud: "He said, 'My love for you will never change, my little fool.' Mr. Beast gently stroked Miss Witch's head, and then the two embraced, holding each other all night. Then a crystal of love appeared out of thin air; they knew it was their child." *Pfft, hahaha…*

"Ahhhhh!" Wang Jiale frantically grabbed her hair, lunging forward as if she were about to lose control, and snatched back her notebook.

"Lele used to write love stories like this? Her writing style is quite mature," Mo Xueyao teased playfully. "But, pfft... why could she have a baby just by holding her? Oh, right, you probably didn't know that back then..."

Instead of the expected complaints or playful banter, Mo Xueyao paused for a moment, then looked at Wang Jiale and saw the latter clutching her notebook, her big eyes brimming with tears, looking at her with a wronged expression.

"Ah!" Mo Xueyao scratched her head, hurriedly pulled out a few napkins from the low table beside her, and handed them to Wang Jiale. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to make you cry..."

"Xiaoyao, you're a bad person... Waaah." Wang Jiale wiped away her tears and took a few steps back in embarrassment.

After all, they're high school students; it would be too embarrassing for them to burst into tears so suddenly.

"Uh, I was just... just joking..." Mo Xueyao said awkwardly. In her opinion, it was just a very ordinary joke, but it seemed that it was not so easy for girls to accept.

In many situations, she still habitually acts according to the standards she used to follow when she was a boy.

When I was a boy, I used to write a diary, though I was the kind of person who only wrote it sporadically, but it still contained my naive and genuine feelings.

Occasionally, when a close friend discovered this and read it aloud to the whole class, it was just a playful exchange of playful banter, pretending to punch each other a few times.

"Um..." Wang Jiale seemed to realize she had gotten too emotional, and she sat down cross-legged again, embarrassed. "Well... well... the content inside is too embarrassing, so..."

"It's okay, it's okay, I won't look anymore," Mo Xueyao quickly waved her hand and said.

"Phew... never mind, it's okay. Xiaoyao is also a very good friend of mine." Wang Jiale's concerns seemed to be different from Mo Xueyao's. "Um... if you want to see it, then go ahead and watch it."

"Huh?" Mo Xueyao didn't react for a moment. "You can still... cry?"

"I won't cry anymore!! And I didn't cry just now!"

Mo Xueyao was stunned for a moment, staring at the ceiling in silence for a full half minute before she finally understood what was going on.

Just like boys reading each other's diaries, if they are best friends, it's a joke to get closer; if they are other people, it's bullying in a certain sense.

Wang Jiale felt that her reaction was too intense and might make Mo Xueyao feel that their relationship had become distant, so she immediately tried to make amends.

But since you're already good friends, why get so worked up from the start...?

Of course, Mo Xueyao herself was also at fault.

"Oh..." She nodded thoughtfully, wondering how many times she had thought to herself how complicated girls' minds could be.

At this point, it's actually best not to watch it.

That should be right, right?

Mo Xueyao was a little unsure.

"What's wrong? Aren't you going to look?" At this moment, Wang Jiale took the initiative. Although her eyes were still a little red, she took the initiative to turn to the first page and hand it to Mo Xueyao. "Take a look. Actually... it's nothing. It's just a very childish kind of thing... I'm keeping it so that I can have some memories in the future."

"Hmm...that's good." Mo Xueyao hesitated for a moment, but still took the notebook from Wang Jiale.

If you don't accept it at this point, it means you're expressing dissatisfaction.

Girls' thoughts are always more complex than boys'.

If it's between male best friends, then they generally won't beat around the bush like that; basically, what they say is what they're thinking.

Without that sense of shyness, there's really nothing wrong with opening this notebook. It contains some short stories written by Wang Jiale in the style of fairy tales and popular novels.

Many of them are independent, and all have happy endings, making them somewhat formulaic.

Mo Xueyao couldn't read more than a few pages before closing the book again.

Wang Jiale breathed a slight sigh of relief and asked, feigning composure, "Aren't you going to watch it anymore?"

"Ah...right." Mo Xueyao hesitated for a moment, without giving a reason. She naturally stuffed the notebook back in and then started looking at the Chinese and foreign books on the left.

Most of them are novels, mainly horror stories, many of which are supernatural ghost stories, mixed with a small number of science fiction and mystery stories—such as aliens.

Among them was a very thick book called "The Necronomicon," which Mo Xueyao picked up with great curiosity and began to read.

This book is so thick it's like a small schoolbag, and so heavy you have to hold it with both hands.

However, the stories inside are all obscure and difficult to understand. I can only roughly understand them, and they seem to be about the Cthulhu Mythos.

The so-called Cthulhu Mythos is not a mythological system of any religion. It is a concept conceived by a modern writer and further developed by numerous excellent writers.

Rather than calling it a myth or legend, it's more accurate to describe it as a story setting.

Essentially, it's not much different from the martial arts settings in wuxia novels.

This is how Mo Xueyao understood it.

Another reason she didn't continue reading was that she felt she might fall asleep while watching.

I don't know if the author just likes to write in such an obscure and difficult way, or if it's a problem with the translation, but in any case, it's really hard to read.

If it's a translation issue, then she might find it more comfortable reading the original English version.

"Xiaoyao, what do you want to eat tonight?"

"It doesn't matter..."

"We have instant noodles at home, how about we eat instant noodles?"

"Either is fine." Mo Xueyao didn't dislike instant noodles; in fact, she quite liked them—provided, of course, that she ate them occasionally, not every day.

Okay~

"So you should do your homework first." Mo Xueyao sat down next to her helplessly. "Is there anything you don't understand?"

"Ah, not yet, not yet..." Wang Jiale quickly lowered her head, pretending to think seriously, but Mo Xueyao could tell that her attention was quite scattered and she wasn't concentrating at all. "By the way, does Xiaoyao sit like this?"

Wang Jiale had her calves and feet together on the outside of her thighs, with her buttocks completely on the ground, looking rather adorable and well-behaved.

This was the first time Mo Xueyao had ever seen someone sit like that.

She licked her lips and tried it herself. Although she managed to do it with difficulty, she soon felt as if her bones were about to break, and quickly returned to a normal cross-legged sitting position.

"Xiaoyao's resilience isn't quite there yet!" Wang Jiale shook her head smugly. "I can sit like this all day long!"

"Smack." Mo Xueyao slapped her on the head. "Alright, stop getting distracted and hurry up and do your homework."

"Damn it, Xiaoyao is becoming more and more like the class monitor..." Wang Jiale muttered under his breath, covering his head.

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Chapter 182 Now that you've mentioned this, I'm no longer sleepy.

At 7 p.m., under Mo Xueyao's supervision, Wang Jiale finally finished his homework.

This is really not an easy thing for her.

"Whew! I finished so early today!"

"Is it early?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes helplessly. Usually, her mother would prepare dinner at the fruit shop, around 5:30 or 6:00, and by then her homework would already be finished. Even if she hadn't finished it, she could finish it within half an hour after dinner.

Wang Jiale has been writing since 5 o'clock and only just finished now.

It took a full two hours.

It's important to know that she also completes some of her homework at school, such as all of her English and all of her Chinese except for copying.

"Yes, I usually write until 11 o'clock."

"Your procrastination is really too severe!" Mo Xueyao shook her head helplessly. "When you're doing your homework, just do it properly, and then use the free time to play. Isn't that better?"

"Well... I'm used to it... hehe." Wang Jiale chuckled awkwardly and blinked, trying to get away with acting cute.

"Alright." Mo Xueyao didn't insist on lecturing her anymore, after all, this was someone else's business.

Actually, if it's a male best friend, she'll repeat it several times regardless of whether the other person likes to hear it or not. But with girls, even if the relationship is very good, the way they get along is still different from that between boys.

It needs to be more gentle and tactful.

Moreover, the lecturing was indeed an influence from Li Wanyan; the Mo Xueyao of the past didn't have such a serious habit of lecturing.