A Young Woman's Heart

One backpack was placed in front, while Mo Zhuyou carried the other on her own.

Then she spread her legs and sat on the back of the bicycle.

The rain made the ride a bit slippery, and Mo Xiaoxiao started off unsteadily, taking longer than usual to regain her balance before she began to ride steadily toward Yukong High School.

Mo Xiaoxiao touched the backpack behind her, adjusted it so that she was holding it in front of her chest, then lifted the raincoat and hid most of her body inside.

In this situation, the person sitting in the back cannot see the road in front. They can only see the road directly below rushing past. Even though the speed is slower than usual, they will have the illusion of riding very fast.

"Little sister, what time is it now?"

"Hmm... a little before seven."

"Looks like I won't be at school until 7:30 today."

"Well, as long as I'm not late, it's fine. I've finished all my homework, haven't I?" Mo Zhuyou said, yawning. "When I get to school, I'm going to take a nap. It's raining today, so there probably won't be morning exercises. I hope my homeroom teacher won't give me any trouble during morning reading..."

"Don't worry, she'll definitely make trouble for Gao Yuan first."

“That’s true. Either we should cause trouble for Liu Xiaowei,” Mo Zhuyou nodded. “It would be best to cause him as much trouble as possible.”

"What's wrong? Why are you so upset?"

"Tch, sis, you have no idea how disgusting Liu Xiaowei is. His hair always seems unwashed, and he has so much dandruff every day. Sometimes he even deliberately turns around in front of us to touch his hair, making dandruff fly everywhere!"

"Pfft, when did this happen? How come I didn't notice?"

"Usually it's right at the beginning or end of get out of class... This guy is incredibly boring, utterly boring, and shameless too." Mo Zhuyou smoothed her long hair that fell beside her ears. "I really don't know how he manages to never wash his hair. I feel uncomfortable if I don't wash my hair for two days."

"Boys... I guess most of them don't care much about personal hygiene."

"That's so dirty!" Mo Zhuyou's voice became a little shrill. "Honestly, sitting behind him is so painful! When will we be able to move to a larger group?"

"I guess it will have to wait until at least after military training."

"Ah—speaking of military training…didn’t our homeroom teacher say we had to bring our own bedding last time?"

"Ah."

"It's such a hassle, having to bring the bedding around all the time, and then it'll get dirty again."

"There's nothing we can do about it. Wouldn't renting bedding there be even more of a waste of money?"

"Nobody ever goes to those godforsaken places normally, they're just making money off this stuff," Mo Zhuyou complained indignantly. "I hate military training the most!"

"Nobody likes military training, right..." Mo Xiaoxiao echoed with a wry smile, "But we still have to go, don't we?"

"Oops—my skirt got wet from the rain."

Is it wet?

"It's alright, just a little wet, a bit damp." Mo Zhuyou wrung out her skirt. "How much longer—?"

"Almost there, we'll be there after this traffic light."

"Finally almost there. Going to school on a rainy day is so painful."

In fact, the casual conversation between Mo Zhuyou and Mo Xiaoxiao along the way had already made the journey feel much shorter.

Otherwise, it would feel even longer.

The students who arrived at school today were all a little wet, and they were all complaining about the weather.

Although light rain is not actually a rare occurrence...

There was a huge pile of umbrellas at the back of the classroom, like mushrooms of various colors growing out of the cement floor.

Once inside the classroom, Mo Zhuyou and Mo Xiaoxiao finally separated and went to their seats.

"Good morning, Xiaoyao." Mo Xiao smiled, her two sweet dimples showing, and greeted Mo Xueyao.

"Ah—good morning." Mo Xueyao seemed to be writing an essay, and only after hearing Mo Xiaoxiao's voice did she hurriedly look up and respond.

"What are you writing?"

"Mo Xiaoxiao, you'll have to help me write the article for the blackboard bulletin board. My handwriting is really terrible."

"Hmm..." Mo Xiaoxiao leaned over to take a look, then covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's true... not very pretty, but it's very small and cute."

Upon hearing this, Mo Xueyao glanced at her in surprise, admiring her for her blatant flattery.

How can you find anything cute in this handwriting that looks like a dead mosquito?

"Has Lele not arrived yet?" Mo Xiao smiled and asked Wang Jiale, whose chair had been put down but whose drawer was empty of a schoolbag.

"Hmm, I guess it's because of the rainy day." Mo Xueyao lowered her head and continued writing furiously.

Time passed by, and many people arrived later than usual today, but as the time approached their lateness, they all rushed in together as if they had planned it in advance.

"Lele seems to be late." Mo Xiaoxiao glanced at the clock hanging above the blackboard and muttered to herself.

"...If I enter the school gate at this time, it shouldn't be considered late." Mo Xueyao replied easily after finishing her article, as she was currently checking for typos.

"Ah-huh-huh-huh—" Just then, Wang Jiale hurriedly ran into the classroom with her schoolbag on her back, her cheeks bulging, as if she was still chewing something.

This reminded Mo Xueyao of the morning when she first met her.

It looks like a similar scene.

"Haha..." After settling into his seat, Wang Jiale let out a long breath, then chewed the food in his mouth with some difficulty and swallowed it. "I was almost late."

"You should leave earlier on rainy days," Mo Xueyao advised, citing her own experience as an example, she leaves about two hours early...

"There's nothing I can do, there's a traffic jam," Wang Jiale replied.

"You're always in such a rush every day, aren't you?" Mo Xiaoxiao shook her head helplessly.

"Why would I get up so early if I could sleep a little longer in bed? A slightly stressful morning is what gives me the motivation to go to school!"

That's really... a strange logic.

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Registration for the School Sports Meet

A gloomy, rainy day doesn't seem to lift one's spirits.

Especially sensitive girls are more prone to sentimentality in this kind of weather.

For example, Mo Xiaoxiao, who was behind Mo Xueyao, had sighed countless times during the morning's classes.

Because the rain kept falling, there were more people in the classroom than usual today. The boys, who had nowhere to vent their energy, were gathered at the back of the classroom playing with magnets, which made Mo Xueyao's hands itch to join in.

"Aaaaaaah—" Suddenly, Wang Jiale next to me screamed, then pouted and slumped onto the table.

"What's wrong, Lele?" Mo Xiaoxiao asked, nudging her back.

"Ugh... the knot on my tank top came undone and it slipped down..." Wang Jiale muttered softly.

Tank top... Mo Xueyao was also wearing this style.

It's more suitable for girls who don't have very big breasts.

Tying a bow at the back of the neck also looks exceptionally cute.

"Since you don't have any breasts anyway, it's okay if you don't wear one, right?" the boy sitting behind Wang Jiale teased.

"You, get out of here!" Wang Jiale slammed his fist on the table in dissatisfaction. "Lu Bolun (Note ①), believe it or not, I'll beat you up!"

Because of his fast speaking speed, Wang Jiale's Mandarin was not quite standard, which only made him more endearing and endearing.

"Fine, come and kill me then." Lu Bolun closed his eyes, looking like he was being slaughtered, which made Wang Jiale even angrier.

"Alright, alright, stop teasing Lele. Lele, where did your vest fall off? Let Xiaoyao help you carry it," Mo Xiaoxiao suggested.

"It's up to... my waist, but it seems to be stacked up..." Wang Jiale reached behind her back in frustration. "I can't reach it, it's not flexible at all like this..."

"Xiaoyao, help me out." Mo Xiao said with a smile, then reached out and pushed Lu Bolun's face to the other side. "Boys aren't allowed to look."

"Eh? I... I can help?" Mo Xueyao's eyes widened, feeling her face burning. "Wh-how can I help... Can't Wang Jiale... do it herself?"

"It's completely impossible, Xiaoyao, please help me. Just help me pull it up, umm... you can reach it by reaching in from the back of my collar." Wang Jiale didn't seem to mind at all.

Are all girls this open with each other?

Mo Xueyao was somewhat bewildered.

Actually, aren't boys quite open with each other? They even often touch each other's genitals.

"Hurry up, hurry up, or we'll fall to the bottom!" Wang Jiale urged anxiously, leaning on the table.

Perhaps it was the lingering lust of a boy that was stirring within him, but Mo Xueyao finally stretched out his 'sinful' hands and reached inside Wang Jiale's collar from behind.

Wang Jiale, who was petite, had delicate and smooth skin. Mo Xueyao's palm could not feel much friction as it slid down.

Her heartbeat gradually quickened, and even the 'thump-thump' sound was clear.

"Xiao Yao seems a little nervous," Mo Xiao said, covering her mouth with a smile.

"Hurry up, hurry up, just a little further down and we'll be there."

"Okay...okay." Mo Xueyao reached down again and finally touched the strap of the tank top, then lifted it up.

"Could you please tie a tighter knot for me, so it doesn't fall off again? I think I didn't tie it properly because I was in such a rush this morning..."

Mo Xueyao, looking dazed, tied a bow for Wang Jiale, then sat back down in her seat with a flushed face, as if she had done something she shouldn't have.

"What's wrong? Are you that shy?" Wang Jiale asked, puzzled.

In fact, among girls, Wang Jiale is considered to be one of the more easily embarrassed ones.

"Xiaoyao is very natural when she's with boys, but she becomes quite reserved when she's with girls," Mo Xiaoxiao commented.

Of course!

Mo Xueyao cried out in her heart, "I've been a man for sixteen years. How can I change those ingrained habits and personality so quickly?!"

After all, she used to be so innocent that she had barely even held a girl's hand more than a few times!

"Xiao Yao is so strange." Wang Jiale poked Mo Xueyao's face with his hand and said with a grin.

"Can I turn around now?" Lu Bolun suddenly interjected, reminding the three girls that there was a boy sitting next to them.