A Young Woman's Heart

Huang Yuxi happily picked up her wine glass and took a small sip.

I was so spicy that I couldn't help but stick my tongue out.

"Hahaha—it tastes awful, doesn't it? I told you, you can't drink it, and you can't handle it anyway." The awkward atmosphere that had lingered before vanished instantly. Huang Zhengyang raised his glass and, as if showing off his drinking capacity, downed it in one gulp. "See, when I drink, it's just one sip per glass."

In fact, his small wine glass was only meant for a normal sip.

Huang Yuxi gave a soft hum and downed the wine in his hand in one gulp. For a moment, his face turned pale, then slowly regained its rosy hue.

"Eat your vegetables, eat more, or you won't grow tall. You're so short now, how will you find a girlfriend in the future?"

Huang Yuxi painstakingly picked up a piece of meat pie with her chopsticks and put it in her rice bowl. She then wrote some crooked words on the whiteboard: "Anyway, I have my brother."

"I can't possibly take care of you forever..." Huang Zhengyang hadn't finished speaking when he saw Huang Yuxi's eyes redden, as if she was about to cry. He quickly tried to salvage the situation, "What I mean is, if I die, there will be no one to take care of you. Also... once I find a wife, it will be a bit troublesome to take care of you often, unless I find a wife who doesn't mind taking care of her younger brother as well..."

Huang Yuxi pursed her lips and lowered her head to stir the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks.

"Besides, you'll grow up eventually. Getting married and having children is something every man has to do. In the process, you'll mature and take on more responsibilities," Huang Zhengyang said earnestly.

Huang Yuxi, however, turned her head away, not wanting to listen at all, and unusually ate her dinner in large mouthfuls.

However, he almost choked several times, and later his upper and lower eyelids were drooping as if he was about to fall asleep.

"Hey, hey?" Huang Zhengyang waved his hand in front of him. "No way, you're drunk already?"

"Thump." As soon as he finished speaking, Huang Yuxi's gradually slowing rice-shoveling motion finally stopped, and he collapsed onto the table.

Huang Zhengyang smiled helplessly and carried him to the sofa to lean against.

It's still early, and he might wake up again later, so I didn't carry him directly to the bed.

Huang Zhengyang himself couldn't help but drink a few more glasses.

"Tsk, this wine is good...so refreshing...burp." Huang Zhengyang burped and stood up unsteadily. He instinctively felt that he might be getting drunk soon, so before the aftereffects hit, he quickly cleaned up the dishes and then hurriedly washed himself and his sleeping brother.

Huang Yuxi's eyelashes trembled slightly as she slowly opened her eyes. She saw her brother carrying her to the bedside, then suddenly losing his balance, and the two of them fell onto the bed.

"Mmm..." Huang Yuxi tried to push him away, but found that she couldn't muster any strength, and drowsiness washed over her again, so she couldn't help but fall asleep.

Huang Zhengyang fell asleep lying down like that, but because of his incorrect posture, he slowly slid down due to gravity and the fact that his upper body was no longer exerting force.

Although friction is present, it only slows down the downward speed.

Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud, lying there sprawled out.

He seemed not to feel any pain because he was drunk.

You'll probably only wonder why your butt hurts the next day, right?

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Chapter 205 The Dancer Hua Yinyin

2000 4 Month 11 Day.

Although it was a cloudy day, the sun still generously shone its rays.

The temperature was a little higher than yesterday. In this warm spring season, drowsiness kept creeping in. Sitting in the art club, Mo Xueyao had already yawned several times.

Although I don't have to go to class today, there doesn't seem to be anywhere to go. The weather this morning is so warm that it makes me feel listless.

So she simply sat at the art club's booth and helped sell things.

Not many people come to buy 'artwork'; only a few occasionally come to inquire about the price.

Fortunately, the members of their club are very self-aware, and the items they sell are not expensive, so basically everyone who asks about the price will buy something.

The cheapest artwork costs only one dollar.

For example, those small stamps...

For example, there are those strange seals with two spheres and a columnar object, full of primitive and rugged style.

Ironically, these poorly designed artworks are the fastest-selling.

There are only a few left now.

Fortunately, when Gao Yuan made it, everyone said he definitely wouldn't be able to sell a single one.

Does this prove that the masses are all vulgar, or does it mean that this is the 'true' art?

Performance art?

All of today's activities took place on the stage in the playground, not in the multimedia classroom.

Moreover, the school thoughtfully placed many chairs under the stage today.

Apart from the few seats in the very front row reserved for school leaders and teachers, students are free to sit anywhere else.

This means that everyone is free to move around, watch what they want, or do what they like if they don't want to watch.

The morning session featured individual talent shows arranged by the school.

Most performers play musical instruments, followed by dancers, and some perform acrobatics or magic tricks.

But there was no solo performance.

They probably put all the students who sang individually into the singing competition.

"Wasn't the magic show just now very interesting? I wonder if everyone noticed the secret behind it?" Host Shen Kelin stood on the stage with a smile, holding a microphone. "But now you can gather your thoughts and focus your attention on the following performance, because it will definitely be a feast for your eyes!"

Such a bold statement from a host could probably only be made by someone from Yukong High School.

In other schools, students must appear absolutely innocent regardless of whether they know such or such things, and they are not allowed to make jokes that have a slightly suggestive meaning when hosting events.

However, this seems to be quite normal at Yukong High School.

No, to be precise, Yukong High School does not restrict the students' personalities, and Shen Kelin, who was chosen as the host and radio anchor, happens to be this kind of straightforward person, which brings about this kind of hosting style.

At the art club's booth, there were only Mo Xueyao and Duanmu Ji.

The others either wandered off to other places or went to the classroom to 'take their shifts'.

For example, the sisters Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou are the former, while Li Wanyan is the latter.

Actually, Mo Xueyao originally planned to go with her, but sitting in the chair was too comfortable, and she didn't want to stand up for a while. In addition, the teacher had arranged for her to be paired with someone other than Mo Xueyao this time.

So Li Wanyan went by herself.

Duanmu Ji, standing to the side, was a complete taciturn fellow, constantly fiddling with the broken umbrella in his hand, as if he were repairing something.

"Hey, Duanmu Ji, there's going to be a performance that boys will like. Aren't you going to watch?" Mo Xueyao patted Duanmu Ji and pointed to the stage.

"I can't see very clearly."

Are you nearsighted?

"A little bit." Duanmu Ji took out a paste-like substance, applied it to the umbrella surface, and answered without looking up.

"Then why not get glasses?"

"I have one, but I'm too lazy to bring it."

"Tsk tsk, then you probably won't be able to appreciate the 'beautiful scenery'. Luckily, my eyesight is 5.2, so I can see clearly from here." Mo Xueyao cupped her cheeks and looked expectantly towards the stage.

Perhaps to accommodate smaller clubs, larger clubs were placed behind the stage, while the arts club was placed directly in front of the stage.

It looks very comfortable here. The only downside is that if there are too many people in front of the stalls, you can't see the performance on stage clearly.

"Now, let's welcome Hua Yinyin from Class 2 of Grade 11 to perform a medley of dance music for us!"

The students in the audience erupted in applause.

Mo Xueyao is the most famous school beauty in the whole school, but Hua Yinyin is not bad either, and can be considered on the list.

In terms of appearance, she may not be as pretty as those school beauties, because she still has a bit of baby fat and a youthful look.

The problem is, her figure is so unforgettable that it leaves a lasting impression on anyone who has seen it.

Combined with her youthful face, she possesses an irresistible charm that no man could resist.

Unlike Mo Xueyao's pure and innocent charm that makes you want to protect her, Hua Yinyin's charm is the kind that makes you want to pin her down on the bed...

It's probably the kind of charm that can trigger a surge of hormones.

However, Hua Yinyin, who took the stage today, did not wear the kind of clothes that would make people's blood boil. Instead, she wore a Hanfu Confucian skirt that looked relatively conservative.

She walked gracefully onto the stage, and a clear, crisp bell sound came from somewhere.

Wearing Hanfu, she didn't look bulky at all, despite her well-developed but short figure.

As a melodious and soothing tune began to play, Hua Yinyin gently stretched out one hand, touched the air lightly, and then gracefully jumped up.

Her dance seemed to have a strange infectious power, which gradually quieted down the noisy students below.

If the first paragraph is like a newly established dynasty, peaceful and prosperous internally, but with many worries externally, it carries a sense of oppression amidst the tranquility.

The second paragraph is like how all the people of that dynasty united to fight against the increasingly rampant foreign enemies.

At this moment, Hua Yinyin was like a puppet on a string, her movements stiff and halting, as if trying to express the feeling of struggling to move forward.

Then, the music gradually became more passionate and exciting.

Hua Yinyin's movements were no longer as graceful as before, but carried a hint of ruthlessness and decisiveness.

The movements they made were like a dance-like battle.

Then, as the music slowly paused, it began to become joyful, possessing a grand and elegant air.

At that moment, Hua Yinyin suddenly pulled hard and quickly took off her Hanfu, throwing it aside.

"Oh oh oh oh oh—!" The boys, who had been quiet until now, suddenly stood up and clapped loudly.

Several rather old-fashioned teachers in the audience frowned, while a few younger teachers exchanged smiles and joined the students in clapping.

Underneath the Hanfu, there are also other clothes, such as a dancer's outfit full of Western Region style.

There aren't many areas that can be covered.

Her navel, arms, thighs... almost everything was exposed. A bell was tied to her ankle, and as her dance movements became larger, the sound of the bell also became louder.

The glittering metal pieces on the dancers' costumes made a crisp sound as they clattered together.

Hua Yinyin displayed her alluring figure to the fullest, but Mo Xueyao couldn't help but purse her lips.