A Young Woman's Heart

The latter nodded and walked out of the school gate, seemingly quite relaxed.

The school cafeteria does not serve breakfast.

So he probably went out to buy breakfast.

There are still quite a few breakfast shops and mobile breakfast stalls near Yukong High School.

Having seen enough, Mo Xueyao finished the rest of the savory tofu pudding in one gulp, not even letting go of the pickled vegetable scraps inside. Only then did she let out a satisfied burp and throw the trash into the large trash can.

She originally intended to wander around for a while longer before returning to the classroom, but upon seeing Li Wanyan walking into the school gate, she decided to go straight back to the classroom.

But it's only around 5:30 now, Li Wanyan shouldn't be here so early.

She can make it even if she comes at 6:30, and she came at that time the past two days too.

As Li Wanyan opened the door, Mo Xueyao tiptoed up behind her.

Then he coughed softly.

I originally intended to play a prank.

But thinking of the class monitor's serious expression, I immediately lost my nerve.

The cough wasn't meant to frighten her, but it made the class monitor tremble slightly. She turned around in a fluster, but when she saw it was Mo Xueyao, she regained her composure.

but……

it's wired.

There seem to be some bruises around Li Wanyan's eyes...?

……

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Class Monitor's Lie

Seemingly noticing Mo Xueyao's gaze, Li Wanyan turned her head slightly, subtly concealing her slightly bruised eye socket.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward for a moment, and the two remained silent.

The squad leader did what he always did – opened the windows for ventilation.

Mo Xueyao, carrying her schoolbag, sat down in her seat.

A cool breeze swept by, and a withered yellow leaf drifted into the classroom and landed on Mo Xueyao's desk.

Although she was very curious, she was too embarrassed to ask because she wasn't that familiar with the class monitor.

What if we accidentally reopened someone's wounds?

Sometimes, the best way to comfort someone is to pretend you don't see their pain and treat them as before.

If it weren't for the fact that it was so early, it would seem no different from any other ordinary morning.

The class monitor took out his homework and placed it on his desk, then took out his textbook and began to preview the material.

Mo Xueyao scratched her head in frustration, took off her hair tie, and re-tied her ponytail. When she turned around again, she found that the class monitor was already slumped over the table.

She buried her face in her arms, her shoulders trembling slightly.

Mo Xueyao took a deep breath, and her voice rang out softly in the quiet classroom, sounding like sand falling gently through the gaps between her fingers: "What's wrong?"

It wasn't loud; it was only because it was quiet that it seemed clear.

Li Wanyan didn't answer immediately. After stopping her shoulder swaying, she waited a while before slowly raising her head, pretending to look at the window across the corridor, and turned the back of her head to Mo Xueyao as she replied, "It's nothing, I'm just a little sleepy."

"What happened to the... injury on your face?" Mo Xueyao finally couldn't help but ask, because subconsciously she still felt that she was a man, and since she was a man, she should help women solve problems, share their burdens, or rather... comfort them.

Although Li Wanyan is still just a girl, Mo Xueyao is not a real man either—in fact, she is just a girl right now.

"I accidentally bumped into a pillar," Li Wanyan replied casually, then subtly changed the subject, "Why are you here so early today?"

"Ah, I got up early and came out with my dad. By the way, class monitor, have you had breakfast?"

"..." The class monitor paused slightly before answering, "I ate."

It just sounds a bit forced.

"Gurgle, gurgle..." At this moment, the class monitor's stomach also made an embarrassing noise.

This made the class monitor's usually stern face blush slightly. Then, he took a deep breath and picked up the textbook as if nothing had happened.

Mo Xueyao didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

Gradually, she also began to feel sleepy, after all, she had arrived very early today and was inevitably a little sleep-deprived.

Before long, she fell asleep on the table. In her drowsy state, she seemed to feel someone walk up to her and close the window next to her seat.

Without the cold wind constantly blowing on me, I slept much more soundly.

Mo Xueyao woke up with a yawn when her hands finally went numb.

The classroom was already quite full, making it a bit noisy.

Gao Yuan was running around trying to copy homework, shouting loudly, but Li Wanyan didn't seem to care about him today.

"What's wrong with the class monitor today?" Zhou Yong, sitting in the back row, nudged Li Hongran's arm. "She's not even stopping Gao Yuan from copying homework? Look how smug that kid is."

Although Li Hongran was supposed to sit at the same table as Mr. Xue, because he was closer to Zhou Yong, the table was moved down quite a bit, making it look like he was sitting at the same table as Zhou Yong.

This made Mr. Xue seem rather lonely.

"Tsk." Li Hongran said in a low voice while writing furiously, "Have you noticed that the class monitor's left eye socket looks a bit bruised?"

"Really?" Zhou Yong asked in return.

"If you look closely, you can still see them."

"I didn't notice."

“…Nonsense, you looked at Mo Xueyao the moment you entered the classroom, it would be a miracle if you noticed.” Li Hongran rolled her eyes. “Have you finished copying? I’m turning to the next page.”

"Wait, wait, wait! There are still two fill-in-the-blank questions missing!"

"Why does English even exist in this world?" Li Hongran said painfully.

“Yes, I’ve had enough of English in junior high, and I have to learn it again in high school. I really don’t want to learn it anymore…” Zhou Yong shared the same sentiment.

The conversation between the two quickly veered off to other topics.

"Hey, Xiaoyao, what's wrong? You look so down." At this moment, Wang Jiale, who was next to Mo Xueyao, nudged her arm and asked.

"Me? Feeling down? No, not at all." Mo Xueyao looked surprised.

"Really not?"

"No," Mo Xueyao said, looking completely bewildered.

"Okay." Wang Jiale nodded with a grumble, then began her usual question, "Going to the bathroom?"

"I'm not going..." The mundane daily life is actually just this trivial.

"Haha, today was so great! I finally finished copying! So satisfying!" Gao Yuan laughed exaggeratedly as he sat down in his seat, frequently turning his head to look at Li Wanyan, as if trying to read the expression on her face.

Li Wanyan was finally provoked by him. She turned her head to look at Gao Yuan, her eyes widening slightly, as dignified as ever.

However, those few barely noticeable bruises detracted from the sense of authority.

The subsequent growling of a stomach, which only Gao Yuan could hear, completely ruined that feeling.

"Ahhh, I was wrong, I was wrong!" Although Li Wanyan hadn't spoken yet, Gao Yuan had already screamed exaggeratedly. His pig-like screams echoed in the classroom. Anyone who didn't know better would think he had been raped by a man!

Li Wanyan couldn't help but chuckle, though she quickly managed to suppress her expression, but Gao Yuan noticed it keenly.

He then feigned a wronged and reluctant expression as he pulled a box of sandwich cookies from his desk and offered it to the other person with both hands as if making a tribute: "I'm handing over my snacks to you, please don't tell the homeroom teacher... I'll only copy this once..."

Li Wanyan's gaze was immediately drawn to the sandwich cookie.

She paused slightly in her outstretched hand, but still took the cookie: "Even if you bribe me, it won't work. But—I'll let you off today. Don't copy homework again next time. Homework is for yourself, understand?"

"Understood, understood." Gao Yuan nodded vigorously, looking every bit the sycophant.

"Wow, class monitor, can you share some with me? Anyway, it was confiscated from Gao Yuan, so sharing some with me won't hurt!" Liu Xiaowei came over and shouted greedily.

"Go away, go play somewhere cool!" Gao Yuan shoved Liu Xiaowei aside. "How dare you steal what I offered to the class monitor?"

"Why are you embarrassed? I..." Liu Xiaowei wanted to say something, but Li Hongran came over and grabbed him from behind with a strong chokehold, dragging him out of the classroom. "Come on, Liu Xiaowei, let's go to the toilet."

"Little Dog Liu" is Liu Xiaowei's nickname...

Giving someone a nickname is perfectly normal.

Unlike girls who give each other cute and affectionate nicknames, boys tend to tease each other however they like.

After all, you can't show your relationship without damaging it!

Li Wanyan's pretty face flushed slightly. She lowered her head and remained silent, quietly unpacking the cookie box and eating the cookies with water from her glass.

Gao Yuan, on the other hand, was grinning foolishly to himself, looking quite happy.

Gao Yuan is not at all as carefree as he appears on the surface...

Mo Xueyao, who had taken in all of this, sighed inwardly.

Although he didn't ask the squad leader what happened to the bruises on her face, he comforted her with his actions.

Surprisingly... he's a good man.

Not long after, the homeroom teacher also walked into the classroom. Seeing the messy classroom, he immediately coughed in dissatisfaction.

"Ahem! Today is Tuesday, an even number. Morning reading should be English, right? Where's the English class representative?" Ye Wen shouted from the podium, hands on her hips.

"Oh no, I forgot!" Wang Jiale slapped his forehead. "I thought we were still reading Chinese today!"

"You're so absent-minded! Hurry up and come up here to lead the reading," Ye Wen clapped her hands and beckoned, then habitually walked over to Li Wanyan.

The class monitor is like the homeroom teacher's assistant; people usually go to her for arrangements or inquiries.

"Wanyan, the school sports meet will be held after the military training. You and the sports committee member can arrange the list of participants. It can be done voluntarily or you can persuade them."

"Okay." Li Wanyan nodded.

"Huh?" Ye Wen noticed the bruise around Li Wanyan's left eye. Unlike the other students, she didn't hesitate to ask directly, "What happened to your face?"