A Young Woman's Heart

That would be an even more serious matter.

"Really not..."

"No?" The principal took a deep drag of his cigarette, nodded, and stepped aside.

Ye Ran and Jin Jiahui looked around and made way for them.

The four men in suits and sunglasses then punched the speaker hard, knocking out his teeth.

"Do you know how many families you've ruined and killed?" The principal shook his head, looked around, and found a dusty ashtray. He then threw his cigarette butt into it. "I'm warning you, if you dare to do anything to anyone from my school again, the consequences will be dire."

"You...your school...?"

The man asked indistinctly, his eyes barely open.

He clearly couldn't understand what this had to do with the school.

The principal ignored him and turned to another man lying on the ground beside him, his face bruised and swollen: "Do you understand now?"

"Understood, understood!" The man, who didn't want to get beaten up again, nodded vigorously.

"What did you understand?"

"We shouldn't have touched your people!"

"Our people?"

"Yes...yes! You, the people in your organization! An organization that calls itself 'school'!"

The principal was clearly taken aback for a moment, then lowered his head slightly, letting his sunglasses slide down a bit. He stared at him for a long time with a pair of somewhat surprised and weathered eyes. Only after seeing the man begin to tremble slightly did he sigh and straighten up.

"You're also a graduate of Yukong High School, right? The class of 1989."

"Ah... ah?"

"Hehe... Perhaps you've misremembered." The principal shook his head slightly, took off his sunglasses, and said calmly to everyone lying on the ground, "Remember, I am the principal of Yukong High School, the current head of the Mo family—Mo Kong. If you touch anyone in my school, especially the students—you know very well the consequences."

"Yes Yes!"

"I'm leaving." Mo Kong put his sunglasses back on, said calmly, and turned to leave.

……

Chapter Sixty-Three: A Sketch of Hua Yinyin

Another day of military training has come to an end. Tonight's dinner seems a little more plentiful—it's just that each person got an extra braised yellow croaker.

For Mo Xueyao, who doesn't eat fish much, this was a disaster.

With so many thorns, she simply couldn't pick them out...

"I still prefer sea bass..." she muttered to herself.

Perhaps it's because girls feel that spitting out fish bones isn't elegant enough, or perhaps most people simply don't eat fish with so many bones.

So the girls basically only nibbled on the small yellow croaker a couple of times before stopping.

However, because they hadn't eaten enough due to the lack of a meat dish, the girls went to the convenience store to buy bread after finishing their meal.

Some people eat dinner early and want to prepare some snacks to eat later when they get hungry.

Compared to the girls who all had over a hundred yuan in their pockets, the boys seemed rather poor.

Because the girls mainly buy relatively expensive snacks like bread, biscuits, and milk.

The boys, on the other hand, bought cheap snacks like instant noodles and spicy strips, all of which cost five cents a pack.

Even so, several boys still had to get together to share one pack.

However, they seemed to be enjoying themselves quite a bit, and didn't seem to feel any 'bitterness' at all.

As I've said before, a man's happiness is actually quite simple.

"Xiaoyao, want some cookies?" Wang Jiale walked over with a bag of Oreo cookies in his hand. The cookies were black chocolate with a white milk filling. In this day and age, students who could afford such cookies were always teased by others as "rich people".

It's not actually that expensive, but compared to many domestically produced biscuits that don't even have a brand, the price is indeed much higher.

But the texture is also much more delicate than those cookies with added inferior flavorings.

Wang Jiale is already being extravagant by sharing cookies with his close friends.

Seeing that everyone else had taken one, Mo Xueyao didn't want to offend her, so she also took one and ate it in small bites.

The sweet taste was mixed with a hint of bitterness from the chocolate, creating a wonderful combination that even made my stomach ache less.

"I heard that Xiaoyao seems to have menstrual cramps. Eating something sweet might help relieve the pain," Wang Jiale said with a sincere smile, which touched Mo Xueyao's heart.

Although they hadn't known each other for long, Wang Jiale was really good to her.

Of course, Hua Yinyin is not bad either, it's just that she always does some bad things.

The people around her were all kind to her, which allowed Mo Xueyao to slowly begin to relax a little.

Perhaps reality is always the opposite of dreams.

In the dream she had after the surgery, everyone around her was full of malice towards her, while in reality, it was completely different.

Upon returning to the villa, the first thing she did was go into the bathroom.

Fortunately, the weather is cool, so it's okay not to take a shower, but you still need to wipe yourself down.

And that thing needs to be replaced.

Although I changed the pad during my lunch break, it became damp and sticky again after most of the day.

This made her seriously doubt whether such a small packet was enough, since there seemed to be only seven or eight pieces inside.

After drying myself off, I washed up, then washed my underwear, put on clean clothes, and finally hung the washed clothes out to dry on the balcony before leaving the room...

Girls are such a hassle; if it were a boy, he would only need to change his underwear every day.

She only needed to go to bed shirtless at night, since the blankets were warm enough. That's what she did in junior high school.

But now, as a girl, it's obviously not that easy.

You can only abide by the rules of the group you belong to.

Following the rules is not a bad thing; in many cases, it is actually a way to protect yourself.

In reality, a normal person wouldn't stubbornly resist being a girl just because they want to be a boy. Anyone who insists on announcing to the world that they are a boy or want to be a boy must have a mental problem...

Hua Yinyin bought some things at the convenience store before returning to her dormitory. She then spent half an hour taking a shower before finally crawling into Mo Xueyao's bed.

It seemed like she wanted to shower some more, but the others started protesting that she was hogging the bathroom, which finally ended her happy shower time and released Wang Jiale.

—The last half of the sentence is the key point.

Yesterday it was Mo Xueyao who was teased, today it's Wang Jiale's turn.

When Mo Xueyao looked at Wang Jiale, she noticed that Wang Jiale's face was flushed, and her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and affection as she looked at Hua Yinyin. She really didn't know what had happened between the two of them in the bathroom.

It's definitely going to be terrible...

"Hehehe~ Little Lele's flat chest is just as good as Little Yaoyao's." Hua Yinyin whispered in Mo Xueyao's ear.

“…That’s enough.” Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, indicating that she didn’t want to hear her talk about anything awful.

"I can't eat the braised yellow croaker for dinner at all—it's all bones. If it were fried, it would be fine, but braised ones are impossible to eat with the bones in." Hua Yinyin muttered, resting her chin on her hand, and placed the bag next to her behind Mo Xueyao's head. "So I bought some snacks~ Little Yaoyao, take some if you want."

"Oh..." Mo Xueyao turned her head and glanced at them. They were all small, loose snacks, which were affordable and convenient. She could eat a small bag at a time without worrying about eating too much at once.

But she had no intention of taking a packet to eat.

I already owe too many favors, so I should try to take as few things from others as possible.

After all, if you keep taking things from others without giving them back, people will more or less think of you as someone who likes to take advantage of others.

Girls, in particular, are more sensitive about this kind of thing.

Mo Xueyao didn't want the relationship between everyone to become so strained, so she had to maintain it carefully.

Tonight wasn't as lively as yesterday. After a whole day of military training, everyone was exhausted. After showering, everyone snuggled into their blankets, chatting lazily as they waited for lights out.

Of course, some people were so tired and sleepy that they fell asleep shortly after lying down.

For example, class monitor Li Wanyan.

I didn't expect her to be so tired.

Or perhaps she has been very tired recently and only by participating in military training can she get a proper rest?

If that were the case, life would be far too terrible.

Mo Xueyao has already finished reading the book of urban legends she brought.

Although there are still two books left, those two are completely unreadable, so it has become extremely boring.

Chatting with girls?

The things she's interested in aren't what the girls are interested in.

Even among boys, at this age, they rarely talk about topics like tokusatsu anymore.

"Little Yaoyao, is there anything that interests you?"

"Interested?" Mo Xueyao pushed Hua Yinyin's face away, which was too close. "What kind of aspect are you referring to?"

"Anything is fine, as long as it's a hobby or interest." Hua Yinyin said, while taking out a drawing board with a lot of white paper from her schoolbag, and then taking out a pencil that Mo Xueyao had never seen before and didn't know what brand it was from a small pencil case.

"Uh... I'm interested in tokusatsu..." Mo Xueyao thought for a moment and decided to answer honestly.

After all, what if she just made up a hobby, and couldn't answer when Hua Yinyin pressed her for an answer? Wouldn't that be even more awkward?

So it's better to be honest in these situations.

"Special effects? Hmm... special effects...?" Hua Yinyin pondered.

“It’s just…” Mo Xueyao was about to explain when her index finger was gently placed on her lips.

"Don't tell me, I've been thinking about it myself, and I think I've got it. Right, is it one of those sci-fi movies or something?"

"More or less." Mo Xueyao nodded hesitantly, mainly wondering whether she should explain in more detail.