A Young Woman's Heart

"Alright! What kind of instant noodles do you want to eat tonight?"

"Hmm... what flavors are available?"

"Yes..." Wang Jiale ran barefoot into the living room, rummaged around, and said, "There's braised beef!"

"anything else?"

"They also have braised beef!"

"..."

"Cough... I ate all the other flavors... Hmm, how about the braised beef one?"

"Do I have any other choice?" Mo Xueyao took a deep breath, rested her chin on her hand, and looked out the window.

The sky had completely darkened; it was unclear whether it was due to dark clouds covering the sky or the sun having truly set.

"Xiaoyao, would you like some ham or a braised egg?"

"Can I have both?" Mo Xueyao asked without hesitation.

"Yes you can!"

Before long, Wang Jiale carried two buckets of instant noodles into the study and moved the low table to the window.

The window has clearly been redesigned; sitting cross-legged on the tatami, you can rest your hands on the windowsill and see the world outside.

Is this considered a floor-to-ceiling window or what?

Mo Xueyao, who didn't know much about this, thought to herself casually.

"Boom—!" Just as Wang Jiale put down the instant noodle cup, a thunderclap suddenly streaked across the sky. The thunder sounded as if countless explosives had detonated in the sky, causing Mo Xueyao to lose her hearing.

The entire sky was instantly illuminated before returning to darkness.

It's no wonder that in ancient times, thunder was seen as the wrath of the gods, as it was indeed filled with a terrifying sense of awe.

Of course, for people in the scientific age who understand the causes of lightning, it's just a startling sound from the thunder, and at most they worry about whether it will strike them.

When Mo Xueyao came to her senses, she found that Wang Jiale had somehow gotten close to her, clinging to her as if seeking a sense of security.

"Hey, hey, is it really that serious?" Mo Xueyao asked jokingly. "Thunder is just some kind of chemical reaction, there's no need to be so afraid, right?"

"Phew... I'm most afraid of thunder." Wang Jiale leaned against Mo Xueyao. "Don't you think it's scary? I always feel like it's going to strike me."

"Logically speaking, the chances of being struck by lightning while you're sitting in a room are very small—and the chances of being struck by lightning are already small to begin with, unless you deliberately stand under a tree or a telephone pole."

"I know, but... knowing is one thing, being scared is another." Wang Jiale lightly punched Mo Xueyao. "Hmph, Xiaoyao has no idea how to comfort people. If you were a boy, you would definitely be disliked by girls!"

"...Are all girls this dramatic?" Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes.

Wang Jiale wasn't angry at all; on the contrary, she was overjoyed: "Xiao Yao's words make it sound like she's not a girl, pfft!"

Mo Xueyao coughed lightly, not continuing the topic.

Calling it pretentious is just a joke, and there are actually quite a few strong-willed girls around Mo Xueyao.

For example, Li Wanyan, Hua Yinyin, Shen Kelin, Mo Xiaoxiao...

Rather, it's more accurate to say that there aren't many girls as sensitive and delicate as Wang Jiale.

It can only be said that her family was well-off and her parents spoiled her, which led to her developing such a personality.

Of course, Wang Jiale wasn't spoiled; she was just not as independent as other girls.

"Why do you have so many instant noodles at home?" Mo Xueyao asked leisurely, looking at the raindrops outside the window that were being blown by the wind, hitting the windowsill, and splashing onto the glass, creating ripples.

"Of course I want to eat it. My parents eat instant noodles when they don't have time to cook."

"Sounds like you're really busy."

“Yes, the company is just starting out now. Hmm... Although it’s a small company, there are still a lot to do.” Wang Jiale picked up a can of cola and took a sip. “Anyway, usually he’s either on a business trip, or he’ll take me out to eat when he gets home, or he’ll eat instant noodles at home if he doesn’t want to go out, or I’ll stay home alone and eat instant noodles.”

“That’s my Coke…” Mo Xueyao turned around, staring at the Coke can in her hand, and muttered, “Aren’t you tired of it yet?”

"It's alright... I don't actually eat it often, I just keep it on hand." Wang Jiale handed the cola to Mo Xueyao. "Hey, don't be so stingy, here, take it back?"

"...You've already drunk it."

"Hey, is my saliva poisonous?"

Mo Xueyao awkwardly touched her earlobe: "I... don't have the habit of eating things that other people have eaten."

"Okay, there's still some in the fridge anyway. I'll get it later if I want it." Wang Jiale picked up the Coke that Mo Xueyao had drunk from and took a small sip as if savoring tea.

The two chatted casually about school matters, and after a few minutes, they opened the lids of their instant noodles and slowly ate them in the rainy and thunderous weather.

Mo Xueyao held the warm instant noodle cup, took a small sip of the soup, and felt a strange sense of peace.

This seems to be an instinctive reaction etched into human genes: when it thunders and rains, staying at home makes one feel particularly calm and also makes one more prone to drowsiness...

After finishing their instant noodles, Wang Jiale took a shower, while Mo Xueyao only used disposable toiletries to wash up, but it was already 8:30.

Normally, this time would be too early to go to bed, but now it feels just right.

"Let's sleep in the study tonight!"

"Why don't you sleep in your bedroom?" Mo Xueyao had just glanced at Wang Jiale's open bedroom. "The bed should be big enough, right?"

"It's big enough, but doesn't Haruka think it feels great to be all crammed together like this?"

"Yeah……"

"Especially since the room is so small, and everyone is crammed together, sleeping on the floor, especially on a thundering day, it's absolutely wonderful!" Wang Jiale walked over carrying thick bedding and began to spread it out on the freshly cleaned tatami mat.

The study is not a large space. Making it into a tatami room was actually a clever idea, because the foldable low table wouldn't take up much space, and since we sit on the floor, there are no chairs to take up other space.

This way, once the table is folded up, the entire room is completely empty except for the bookshelf which takes up a little space, allowing for free arrangement.

Two people can easily sleep on the bedding, although it might be a little crowded, but this feeling of being crowded might be exceptionally comfortable for some people.

"Heave-ho~" Wang Jiale skillfully spread out the bedding, then crawled into bed and rolled around comfortably, curling himself up like a sushi roll.

Mo Xueyao looked at her as if she were a child, unbuttoned her school uniform and skirt, and placed them on her schoolbag.

"Come here, Xiaoyao, sleep here!" Wang Jiale called out to her, making room for her with his hands.

Mo Xueyao hesitated for a few seconds before slipping inside like a cat.

The two of them lay wrapped in blankets in the dark room.

Only the occasional flashes of lightning outside could bring a few brief moments of light.

"Xiaoyao, are you sleepy?"

"A little bit."

"It's still early, let's chat!"

"Oh..." Mo Xueyao yawned.

"How about some supernatural stories?"

"Whatever..." Her voice trailed off.

"Well... um, is Haruka interested in aliens?"

"Fortunately."

"I once had a hypothesis: maybe our ancestors were aliens? Those strange gods were actually strange machines? Humans were actually manufactured, otherwise why didn't dinosaurs, who have a longer history, have a civilization?"

“From an evolutionary perspective, that could actually explain your later question, but since you’ve brought it up, let’s just consider it a fantasy without much scientific basis.” Mo Xueyao suddenly perked up. “Now that you’re talking about this, I’m wide awake! I think the Dragon King of the past might have been a kind of rain-bringing missile or rain-bringing aircraft. Because of its unique design, it was spread by countless people, eventually distorting its original appearance. Similarly, we can deduce that Xing Tian was actually a practical robot…”

Once Mo Xueyao brought up this topic, she immediately began to talk non-stop.

Although the theory of evolution is basically correct, she still can't help but have her own wild imaginations.

As the conversation went on, the topic returned to aliens: "Perhaps, there are no aliens at all. We are aliens to Earth. Maybe Earth is the only civilization in the entire universe. Otherwise, why is there no concrete evidence of the existence of aliens?"

“Even if we did, there’s no way we would know,” Wang Jiale retorted.

"Even so, those aliens who can travel through galaxies are probably on a completely different level from us. Lele, do you know about higher dimensions? If not, I can explain it to you starting from one-dimensional, two-dimensional, and three-dimensional..."

……

Chapter 183 April Fool's Day or Valentine's Day?

April 1st, Saturday.

It wasn't supposed to be a day for classes.

However, in order to make up for the classes lost due to the school anniversary celebration, there will be classes this Saturday and next weekend.

The school anniversary celebration will run from April 10th to April 12th, which is from Monday to Wednesday.

If we still have to have classes on Thursdays and Fridays, everyone will definitely complain and say they'd rather not have the school anniversary celebration.

However, Yukong High School is different from other high schools. Instead of making up for the school anniversary celebration from Monday to Wednesday, it has to give students a holiday on Thursday and Friday. This is to avoid students being tired after the school anniversary celebration and not being able to concentrate on their studies. So, these two days are holidays. Including the weekend, that makes four days.

It's almost as close as the May Day holiday.

In those days, the May Day holiday was not three or five days, but a legally mandated seven days.

Of course, as for compensatory time off, that's something that's done by turning a blind eye to.

So, although we still have to go to class this Saturday, everyone is in a relatively relaxed mood.

Firstly, there are no main classes on Fridays, and secondly, I am well aware that I am making up for the holiday ahead of time. Considering that I also don't have to attend classes for the three days of the school anniversary celebration, it feels like a seven-day holiday.

Yukong High School has taken everyone's rest time into full consideration, so the arrival time on Saturday is not the originally scheduled 7:50, but 9:00.

This means that most people can get an extra hour of sleep.

On Friday, the homeroom teacher and class monitor told her that she could come a little later the next day because they would come to open the classroom door.

Since being late is only considered late at nine o'clock, the homeroom teacher can open the door at seven o'clock without any problem, so Li Wanyan doesn't need to get up early.

So, even though it was a school day, Li Wanyan and Mo Xueyao had a rare good night's sleep, and they didn't wake up until 7:30.

This really flustered Mo Xueyao, who almost forgot that her lateness time had been extended.

Hmm, this time is probably Wang Jiale's usual wake-up time...?