A Young Woman's Heart

Almost every time I start a computer class, I lose a few balls.

In his locked drawer, there was a large pile of gray mouse balls.

After five or six people, including Mo Xueyao, went up on stage to receive their mouse balls, the computer class began.

The principal's stubble always seemed messy and uneven, and he always seemed slow-paced. Fortunately, most of the time in computer class, he would give a simple demonstration and then let the students operate the computer freely.

As long as you hand in the assignments that are required to be completed during class, you can play whatever you want afterwards.

This is an even more valuable opportunity for most students who don't have a computer at home.

So students would finish their computer class assignments as quickly as possible and then play games as much as they could—even though there weren't many games to play on the computer.

Besides Minesweeper, there was also software that I added later to practice typing.

Typing software actually has many legitimate functions, but most people just use it for playing games...

Although the principal taught the class, Mo Xueyao still felt that his presence was weak.

It seems that his role sitting on top was simply to keep an eye on the students and prevent them from damaging the equipment.

The computer lab gradually became noisy as most people finished their assignments.

"Holy crap, Gao Yuan, you have a floppy disk?" A tall, handsome guy grabbed Gao Yuan's arm. "You installed a game on it?"

"Hehe, of course." Gao Yuan said smugly. "Don't worry, you can borrow it later."

"Wow, Gao Yuan, your family bought a computer?" Another boy, who was also quite tall but had a lot of acne on his face, put his hand on Gao Yuan's shoulder.

"Yes."

"How much?" At this moment, Li Hongran also came over.

It seems that all three of the tallest boys in the class are present.

"It's alright, less than 20,000." Gao Yuan said in a nonchalant but particularly irritating tone.

"Damn it! A landlord!"

"It's so-so, after all, my dad is in business."

The other boys overheard the conversation and gathered around, each displaying expressions of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

"What games did you install?" Zhou Yong asked, though that was what everyone was actually more curious about.

"I don't know the exact name, but it's some kind of airplane battle game." Gao Yuan raised his eyebrows. "Don't worry, don't worry, I'll install it first, and then you can use it."

"Okay, okay, I'll go first!"

"No, I'll go first!"

The boys started arguing again.

This made Mo Xueyao feel even more that the principal sitting on the stage was just a decoration.

Well, actually she also wanted to get a floppy disk so she could install that game and play it...

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Chapter Twenty-Two: Kitten Vendors at the Farmers' Market

On a late afternoon in October, the white clouds that had shrouded the city all morning were finally dispersed by the wind, and the warm and bright sun briefly peeked out, casting its rays upon the earth.

Mo Xueyao's father parked his tricycle at the entrance of the farmers' market and sat in the back of the vehicle, where a few vegetable leaves still remained. He ate steamed buns and pickled vegetables while lazily basking in the sun.

The morning's busy work is over, and the afternoon work will continue until three or four o'clock. It's usually about replenishing stock on short notice, and sometimes we don't get any orders.

If there are no orders to do, he will choose to go home, take a shower, and then get a good night's sleep.

Although the weather was already a bit chilly, with today's high temperature only reaching 25℃, Karen Mok was still only wearing a gray vest. Although she was wearing trousers, the cuffs were rolled up all the way to her knees.

Underneath the vest, you can see those firm but not exaggerated muscles.

The sweat on his body was still evaporating, emitting faint white steam.

It felt like I had just come out of a sauna.

"Hey, Ali! How many orders have you made today?" Another tricycle stopped next to him; the driver was a middle-aged man about his age.

“I made eight trips.” Mo Wenli picked up the large water bottle from the truck bed and started gulping it down.

After all, it's hard to swallow just steamed buns and pickled vegetables.

It's not that it tastes bad, but it's too salty and too dry.

"Wow, I only made six trips. You're pushing yourself so hard. Take care of yourself."

"It's alright, none of them are particularly far," Mo Wenli said with a relaxed smile. "Making more money is the most important thing."

"You need to be alive to spend it, hey, tell me, how much did you earn today?"

Forty-five.

"Hey, not bad! I only made thirty yuan."

"The last trip had a lot of heavy stuff, so the pay was higher." Mo Wenli stuffed the last steamed bun into his mouth, then stretched out a big yawn. "Sigh—it's so tiring to haul goods like this all the time."

"Why don't you start your own business too?"

"We'll see, things aren't stable yet." Mo Wenli shook his head, but seemed to have already made some plans in mind.

"Alright, I'm going back to the wholesale market."

"You're going again? Have you eaten yet?"

"I ate on the way, so I need to earn more money to get home. My wife lost her job, and the kids still need to go to school. These are all places where money is needed!"

"Okay, I'll lie down here for a while and rest."

"Okay, I'm leaving then."

"it is good."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the two colleagues went their separate ways.

The person who just spoke was laid off during the last wave of layoffs. To make a living, he had no choice but to find manual labor jobs.

Now that his wife has lost her job, the burden on his shoulders has obviously become even heavier.

“Every family has its own troubles…” Mo Wenli sighed as he lay down in the truck bed.

He simply fell asleep under the midday sun.

With the sun shining on you, you won't feel cold even when you're asleep, but you'll still feel a chill when the wind blows.

So, half asleep, he dragged a snakeskin bag from the side and covered himself with it, using it as a blanket.

The people who suffer the most are actually the ordinary people at the bottom of society.

But the world is always structured like a pyramid, and it's impossible for everyone to want to be superior to others.

The higher up the social class, the fewer people there are.

Talent, birth, and circumstances all influence a person's achievements. Although hard work can change one's social class, it is not an easy thing.

A brisk autumn breeze blows by, carrying a sweet fragrance of osmanthus blossoms in the air. If you savor it carefully, you can even taste a minty coolness hidden in the wind.

Even the white clouds in the sky look soft and fluffy under the sun, making one wonder if they would taste like cotton candy if you took a bite.

"Meow~"

"Meow—"

"Meow~"

Mo Wenli wasn't woken up by her phone alarm, but by the kittens' sweet, babyish meows.

He struggled to sit up and glanced at the time, feeling incredibly tired.

"Hmm... only half an hour has passed." He yawned widely, leaned against the railing of the tricycle, and looked toward the direction from which the cat was meowing.

It turned out that someone had set up a stall next to where he parked his tricycle, with two slightly deep bamboo baskets in front of him, containing two litters of kittens.

There are probably more than a dozen in total.

Next to the bamboo basket was the lid of a styrofoam box, on which a few large, crooked characters were written in marker.

"Kittens for sale: female 20 yuan, male 10 yuan." (Note: There are no typos here.)

The prices are marked with both Arabic numerals and Chinese characters, which makes them somewhat inconsistent.

With nothing else to do, Mo Wenli leaned over the car, took out a two-yuan soft pack of Daqianmen cigarettes, pulled one out and put it in his mouth. He then lit the cigarette with a lighter, took a deep breath, and exhaled a grayish-white smoke ring.

"So many kittens in one litter?"

"No, I have three female cats, and these are the babies of two of them," the elderly woman, whose skin was somewhat dark and dry, replied in a thick rural accent.

"Oh...it's being raised very well."

"That's right, they have plenty of milk!" The old woman, seeing someone asking her, immediately began her hesitant sales pitch, "My two female cats, one is two years old and the other is only three, are both exceptionally good at catching mice!"

How powerful is it?

"Within my 300-meter radius, there isn't a single mouse!"

"Isn't that an exaggeration?" Mo Wenli laughed and took another puff of his cigarette.

"Hey, no exaggeration! My cat is amazing! Everyone who buys one says it can catch mice! And it's so obedient!" The old woman said, picking up a fluffy, round tabby cat. "Look how energetic it is! So lively and energetic!"

"Meow~ Meow~" The kitten struggled and meowed, sounding like it was being affectionate.

"Good."

"Buy one, it's only ten yuan, and I guarantee there won't be any mice after you buy it."

"It's not easy to keep one at home," Mo Wenli said with an embarrassed smile. "If I were opening a shop, I would buy one to help out at the shop, but what about at home? It would just poop everywhere."