A Young Woman's Heart

Brushing your teeth is fine, everyone does it the same way.

Washing your face is different; you usually wash it at least three times.

First rinse with water, then apply facial cleanser, and finally rinse off the cleanser.

This is the most basic.

If it gets any more complicated, then it's hard to say.

There were three girls crammed into each of the three restrooms, but it still felt inefficient.

Fortunately, Mo Xueyao had already finished washing up, so she didn't have to fight with the girls for the bathroom.

But she was very curious: where exactly would they conduct military training on a rainy day?

We can't really let the students get soaked in the rain, can we?

If you catch a cold or fever, the school will be held responsible.

After all, it's such a big school; the leaders couldn't possibly be so reckless and ignorant.

While this possibility cannot be ruled out, the principal of Yukong High School is younger than most school principals and should not be as devoid of empathy as those old-fashioned geeks.

Not long after the female instructor left, Ye Wen arrived downstairs at the villa. Perhaps because she had gotten up in a hurry that morning, her hair looked a little messy, and the over-the-knee socks she was wearing were uneven, one higher and one lower. If someone with OCD saw this, they definitely wouldn't be able to stand it.

"Everyone, please gather downstairs after you've finished washing up," Ye Wen called out from the sofa in the living room. "How many of you brought umbrellas?"

"I brought it!" Wang Jiale, who had just finished washing up, hopped out and raised her hand in response.

Although Wang Jiale answered quickly, half of the girls actually did not bring umbrellas.

Of the twenty-one girls, only nine brought umbrellas.

Even sharing one umbrella between two people seems a bit insufficient.

"Did Xiaoyao bring an umbrella?" Hua Yinyin asked while applying face oil to her face.

"Have……"

Actually, she really wanted to answer 'no'.

"Great! Let's go together later! I didn't bring an umbrella!" she said, taking out another face cream or something else from her bag and applying it to her face.

Mo Xueyao thought she only stopped after applying three different things to her face.

But then she took out a skincare product that looked like toothpaste and started applying it to her hands.

"Why are you putting on so much stuff..." Mo Xueyao asked, somewhat surprised. "Don't you feel like your face looks heavy?"

"Why does my face feel so heavy?" Hua Yinyin asked, puzzled.

"Because I applied a lot of stuff."

"It will be absorbed by the skin! Doesn't Xiaoyao apply it? Hey... Your skin is so good, you can't not take good care of it! You'll have nowhere to cry when your skin gets worse. Come on, let me apply it for you~" she said, leaning closer.

But Mo Xueyao immediately took a half step back, creating distance between them: "I only need to apply face oil... I don't need so many other things."

"What do you mean by 'miscellaneous stuff'? These are all very important, okay? They're basic necessities, aren't they? Doesn't your mother use them?"

"Yes." Mo Xueyao recalled that, in her memory, her mother seemed to only use face oil like Ya Shuang to apply to her face.

When her skin is less prone to dryness and cracking in the summer, she often forgets to use it.

My father, needless to say, never used face oil, regardless of the season.

Mo Xueyao only uses facial oil to prevent her skin from cracking, and if her skin wasn't so dry and uncomfortable, she probably wouldn't even use it.

"My God—" Hua Yinyin exclaimed with a mixture of confusion and jealousy, "You haven't done any skincare, yet your skin is still so good! It's infuriating!"

"Stop, stop, stop..." Mo Xueyao reached out to stop Hua Yinyin from trying to pounce on her, and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, what kind of stuff are you putting on? Is it necessary to put on so much?"

“Of course, these are just the basics. I usually have much more at home. Sometimes, if I’m going to a formal occasion, I have even more products on my face.” Hua Yinyin said, pointing to three small bottles on the ground. “These three are a moisturizing essence, a facial cream, and an eye cream. As for this one, it’s a hand cream.”

"This looks like a lot of trouble." Mo Xueyao lost interest and turned to look at the other girls in the room.

I noticed that everyone was putting all sorts of things on their faces.

Wang Jiale, in particular, has a special little bag of skincare products containing more than a dozen bottles and jars, which gives Mo Xueyao a headache just looking at it.

She felt more in touch with the two sisters, Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou, because they only applied face cream and hand cream.

The main function of both is to prevent cracking.

"It seems like Hua Yinyin uses mostly foreign brands." Although she didn't use them herself, Mo Xiaoxiao still keenly noticed this.

"Yes, but they're not expensive; they're all relatively inexpensive."

"How much is it? Is 100 yuan a bottle enough?" Mo Zhuyou squatted down in front of her and asked, pointing to one of the bottles.

"Well, almost."

"So expensive!" Mo Xueyao blurted out from the side.

Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou, on the other hand, looked on with envy, and the two sisters said in unison, a rare occurrence: "It's so good to be rich..."

“Where is it expensive? One bottle can last for three months.” Hua Yinyin was quite surprised, feeling like she couldn’t keep up with Mo Xueyao’s train of thought. “Little Yaoyao has absolutely no concept of this kind of thing?”

“…One hundred yuan for three months? I probably won’t even have one hundred yuan of pocket money for three months,” she remarked unconsciously.

"Oh..." Hua Yinyin finally understood. "Then, Xiao Yaoyao, would you like to try using mine?"

"Huh? I already said I don't need it."

"Well, don't be shy~"

"I really don't want to." Mo Xueyao looked completely bewildered and turned to leave the room.

"Hey, wait for me!" Hua Yinyin hurriedly chased after her.

The two sisters, Mo Xiaoxiao and Mo Zhuyou, exchanged a glance and smiled helplessly.

That smile also revealed poverty.

"Sister, let's use that hundred yuan to buy some good food," Mo Zhuyou suddenly said.

Mo Xiaoxiao paused for a moment before realizing what she had said, then laughed and said, "What's wrong? I thought you were going to say you wanted to buy one too."

"There's no need for that." Mo Zhuyou shrugged. "Hmph, I'm not interested at all. My skin is fine whether I use it or not."

"Really? Then what's wrong with this pimple?"

"It's just a bit of a sore throat, it's perfectly normal! Sis, don't touch it, or I'll make you pay for it if it leaves acne scars!"

Mo Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, but gently pinched her little face with a bit of heartache.

After everyone had finished washing up, it was almost 5:40.

Fortunately, the homeroom teacher, Ye Wen, stood by them; otherwise, the female instructor would have been furious again.

"Wenwen," Li Wanyan called affectionately, "Mo Xueyao has started her period, and she seems to have some menstrual cramps."

"Oh, I understand. I'll talk to your instructors. Now go and have them all come downstairs and assemble. We'll go to the training ground together."

"Is Mo Xueyao going too?"

"Okay, let's go together, but we don't need to practice."

"it is good."

So, after confirming that the number of people was correct, Ye Wen led the team in the front, heading in a direction that did not seem to be towards the square.

Hua Yinyin and Mo Xueyao shared a small umbrella, making it inconvenient for them to walk.

But she seemed quite happy. Could it be because she could be so close to Mo Xueyao?

The training ground on rainy days is located some distance below the mountaintop.

First, walk along the asphalt road, then cross a small cobblestone path, and you will reach your destination.

This place was originally a greenhouse for growing vegetables, but after renovation, it has been transformed into a series of independent spaces.

Each one is about the size of a basketball court, enough to accommodate a class for training. Although it's a bit crowded, it shouldn't be too much of a problem.

The barbecue grills inside the shed were moved next to the stove.

Perhaps this place will also be used as a picnic spot at other times.

The ground is also paved with stone slabs, so even on rainy days the ground won't become muddy.

But this also adds another problem.

That means the stone slabs are of poor quality or have been around for a long time. They are a bit loose when you step on them, and you might twist your ankle if you're not careful.

Fortunately, there aren't many loose stone slabs like this, so as long as you pay attention, there shouldn't be any major problems.

"Who is Mo Xueyao?" Instructor Huang asked loudly.

“It’s me…” Mo Xueyao stepped forward somewhat awkwardly.

She didn't actually not want to participate in military training; it's just that she was on her period and couldn't participate.

"You can rest here. If this is over, just go back to the team." Huang Gou clicked his tongue. "Tsk, what a pity, you were quite serious during training."

Mo Xue glanced at the awning above her head, then silently clutched her still-painful lower abdomen and stepped aside.

"Mo Xueyao~ This way, sit on my chair." Ye Wen waved to her. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable. You were supposed to rest in the dorm, but that's the rule, there's nothing we can do about it."

"It's okay, uh... I'll just stand." Mo Xueyao scratched her head awkwardly. "Teacher, please sit down."

"It's okay, standing is actually a good way for me to lose weight~"

"No need."

"How about we take turns sitting? I'll sit for a while now, and then you can sit later?" Ye Wen didn't know that Mo Xueyao was embarrassed, but only thought that she had a strong sense of self-esteem, so she said this.

"Okay...that works too." Mo Xueyao finally nodded, a little embarrassed.

Watching others do their military training made time seem to pass even slower.

The subtle point is that Mo Xueyao wanted to participate in military training with everyone, while the others wanted to stand aside and watch, just like Mo Xueyao.

It's like a besieged city; those outside want to get in, and those inside want to get out.

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