A Young Woman's Heart

"Alright, alright, go ahead and spin." Mo Xiao smiled and nodded.

"Phew... It's nothing special, I've seen it all in magazines!" The outwardly sunny Lu Bolun uttered his terrible lines, "The women in those magazines have much hotter figures than Wang Jiale."

"Hey!" Wang Jiale was very dissatisfied. Why did people always attack her figure?

It wasn't really an attack; I just found it funny and made a joke about it.

"Hmm...it's not exactly flat," Mo Xueyao said subconsciously, then suddenly covered her mouth.

"Oh dear, I knew why Xiaoyao was blushing so much, so she saw it~ Hehehe~" Mo Xiaoxiao suddenly reached under Mo Xueyao's armpit and started tickling her, "How is it, how is it, does it look good?"

"I...I don't know..." Mo Xue stared at the ceiling, but couldn't help laughing because of the tickling. In the end, she couldn't stand it anymore and gave in, "It looks nice...stop tickling me..."

"Lele, let me see too?" Mo Xiao smiled and winked at Wang Jiale.

"I want to see it too!" Luberon joined in the fun.

"You two should just die!" Wang Jiale, feeling both embarrassed and angry, picked up the English book on Lu Bolun's desk and hit each of them with it. Then, imagining the scene of them covered in bumps that would appear in anime, she suddenly felt happy.

Wang Jiale's happiness is so simple and unpretentious.

Mo Xueyao's mind was filled with the image she had accidentally seen earlier.

It turns out that even girls who look petite and flat-chested aren't necessarily completely flat-chested.

Actually, she's quite cute...

It even seems to be a bit bigger than Mo Xueyao's...

I don't know if it's because it hasn't fully developed yet.

She immediately stopped the terrible thought, shook her head vigorously, and heard Wang Jiale shout from the side, "Damn it, Xiaoyao saw me naked, I want to see back!"

"Huh?" Before Mo Xueyao could react, Wang Jiale boldly leaned over and swiftly pulled open her collar, peeking inside.

"Hmph, about the same as me!"

"Really? Xiaoyao is flat-chested too~" Mo Xiaoxiao's dimples were so deep that they looked like they could actually hold a drink.

"No, I still feel like I'm being taken advantage of. Xiaoyao has to take responsibility for me from now on!" Wang Jiale slammed his fist on the table and shouted.

"W-what responsibility...?" Mo Xueyao touched her nose, feeling somewhat uneasy.

The jokes between girls make her blush and her heart race even more than the dirty jokes between boys.

Perhaps it is precisely because most girls appear to be innocent and cute that such jokes are more damaging.

It's like a little girl actively seducing an older man.

No, no, that's not right. People who have feelings for little girls aren't normal; they're perverts. This example is unacceptable.

Just as Mo Xueyao was lost in thought, Li Hongran's voice rang out.

"Boys, come and sign up with me! We're going to participate in the school sports meet!"

"Can I not participate?" Gao Yuan was the first to raise his hand.

"No way!" Li Hongran glanced at Gao Yuan sideways. "Well, Gao Yuan can run the 1,500 meters."

"Damn it, 1500 meters! You're going to kill me! The test only has a 1000-meter run!"

"At the school sports meet, girls have to run 1,000 meters. What's so special about you running 1,500 meters?"

"But I really can't run anymore."

"It's all about participation," Li Hongran replied in an unquestionable tone, then lowered her head and began to write.

Gao Yuan rolled her eyes and muttered, "I shouldn't have said anything..."

After Li Hongran shouted, many boys gathered around.

Don't overthink it. It's not because everyone is so enthusiastic, but because signing up early allows you to choose some simple events, such as throwing a medicine ball or long jump.

"Girls, come and sign up here," then class monitor Li Wanyan announced loudly.

She seemed to have recovered quite a bit. After all, Gao Yuan had been acting silly all morning. With such a lively person by her side, even the worst mood would gradually improve, right?

"Gao Yuan, are you going to run the 1000 meters?" Li Wanyan asked.

"One thousand meters, isn't it fifteen hundred for boys?"

"You could participate in the girls' event," Li Wanyan teased expressionlessly.

"Are you kidding me!"

"Gao Yuan might actually look good in women's clothes, anyway, all fat people look the same." Hua Yinyin's words were full of lethality, and had an area-of-effect effect.

"Come on, Xiaoyao, Xiaoxiao, let's hurry up and sign up, otherwise all the easy projects will be taken!" Wang Jiale pulled the two of them towards the class monitor.

Mo Xiaoxiao's younger sister, Mo Zhuyou, has already registered. She signed up for the easiest event besides shot put—the women's 100-meter sprint. Even if she gets tired, it will only be for a short while.

"Everyone, don't rush, one at a time. Mo Xueyao, what do you want to report?" Li Wanyan asked, looking up.

"Choose the simplest one, the simplest one!" Wang Jiale shouted from behind Mo Xueyao.

“Uh…” Mo Xueyao originally wanted to sign up for the 1,000-meter race, but when she thought that the school sports meet would come after the military training, she was worried that she would still not be able to do strenuous exercise at that time, so she hesitated.

"Mo Xueyao probably can't do strenuous exercise, right? Why don't you sign up for cheerleading? It's easy."

"Ahhh, cheerleading! I want to sign up for cheerleading too!" Wang Jiale exclaimed. "I guess all I have to do is shout 'Go!'"

"It's not that simple. Teacher Ye Wen said that the cheerleaders have to wear custom-made cheerleading uniforms."

"Could it be one of those revealing clothes?" Wang Jiale asked suspiciously.

"A little... I guess." Li Wanyan wasn't quite sure.

"Then I won't sign up for the cheerleading team, I'll switch to the 100-meter sprint! There should still be spots available, right?" Wang Jiale quickly changed to another event.

"Is Wang Jiale a cheerleader? Can you even run that fast?"

"Although I'm short, my legs are long! So, no problem!"

"Okay, Wang Jiale, cheerleaders..."

"Hey, class monitor, you...!!"

"Actually, all the girls in the class have to participate, so it doesn't really matter whether you sign up or not." Li Wanyan put away her joking expression and said seriously, "Xiaoyao can't do strenuous exercise, so she shouldn't participate. How about Wang Jiale runs the 400 meters?"

“Uh, I… 400 meters… okay, okay…” Wang Jiale lowered his head helplessly.

Who knew the class monitor had such a cunning side?

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Note 1: This is a tribute to Beren Hill, the author of the novel "The Pearl of the Night".

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Zhejiang Cancer Hospital

In the drizzling rain, Mo Wenli, having finished delivering goods, rode his tricycle past this place and stopped there, simply because there was an empty shop there. The location was actually not bad, so he wondered why no one had rented it.

This is the edge of Hangzhou, where a mountain called Banshan stands, separating Hangzhou from the neighboring Yuhang.

At the same time, this place is not far from Yukong High School, where Mo Xueyao attends; it takes about ten minutes by bicycle.

Geographically speaking, this area is already considered a suburban outskirts of Hangzhou. Although there has been talk recently about incorporating Yuhang into Hangzhou, it hasn't actually happened yet, so the development of this outlying area is quite average.

The road is not wide, with only two lanes that are not separated by green belts, but because there are not many car owners in this era, the lanes still do not look crowded, and at least vehicles can pass through smoothly.

Although this area has been incorporated into the city, the terrain makes it a sloping area all the way up.

At the very top of the slope is the renowned Zhejiang Cancer Hospital.

This place specializes in treating cancer and tumors; people who can afford to come to this kind of place for treatment are generally quite wealthy.

After all, in this day and age, ordinary people simply cannot afford to treat such serious illnesses.

This vacant shop is located just below the street where the hospital is situated.

It's located at a crossroads, and to get to the hospital, you have to pass this shop.

This is definitely a business opportunity.

In fact, he had been observing this place for quite some time, and today he finally decided to stop his tricycle and see how much it would cost to rent the shop.

The entire street is a long slope, and all the shops are built on the slope.

Mo Wenli searched for a while before finally managing to park his tricycle. Then, braving the rain, he walked to the shop entrance. There was a piece of white paper pasted on the roller shutter door with a handwritten notice for the shop to be rented.

"It's for rent, not for sale... Not bad..." Mo Wenli was very satisfied because it meant he could save some money.

Renting out means that the landlord rents directly to someone else, while transferring ownership means that in addition to renting out, a transfer fee is added.

This means that someone rents a shop, and the contract they signed with the landlord has a remaining lease term. If they no longer want to run the shop, they transfer the lease to someone else so that the other person can continue operating it.

Although the rent will ultimately be paid to the landlord, the meaning is very different.

Sometimes the rent might only be 10,000 yuan a year, but the transfer fee could be as high as 50,000 yuan, since renovation costs and damages might be included.

Although the street is sloping, the shops are definitely level. Areas that might have tilted have been raised, so standing in front of the shops doesn't feel like you're standing on a slope at all.

Mo Wenli wrote down the phone number, then took out his phone and dialed it.

"Hello."

"Hello, what can I do for you?" the other person asked in Mandarin with a slight local accent.

"I'd like to ask how you plan to rent this shop?"

"Oh, so you want to rent this shop, right? The contract is for three years, and the rent can be paid every six months."

"So, how much does it cost per month?" Mo Wenli asked, feeling a little uneasy.

"It won't be too expensive. Where are you now?"

"Uh... I'm right in front of your shop."

"Let's talk face-to-face. Do you see that grocery store down there?"

"I saw it."