A Young Woman's Heart

"Come in," came Ye Wen's voice from inside.

It seems they weren't the first ones—in front of Ye Wen's desk, the two sisters, Mo Zhuyou and Mo Xiaoxiao, were standing side by side, but the older sister was standing very straight, while the younger sister was intentionally or unintentionally leaning her weight on her older sister.

"Ah Wen!" After not seeing her for a whole winter break, even her homeroom teacher became more friendly. Oh no, Ye Wen is usually quite friendly, so it should be said that she misses her especially.

"You're here? Did you bring your winter break homework?"

"Of course I brought it. Will the teacher check it?"

"Well, let me see."

"Tch, they still want to check Wanyan's and my homework? Don't they trust us?"

"It's just a routine matter." Ye Wen winked mischievously. "Hand over your homework to me later, so those brats who don't do their homework won't be thinking about copying other people's work all the time."

"That's exactly what I was thinking~ I don't want to lose my homework again." Mo Xueyao muttered as she walked to her desk.

Mo Xiao, standing to the side, smiled, her eyes crinkling to reveal two adorable dimples, and asked sweetly, "Xiao Yao, how was your New Year with Wan Yan?"

"New Year? Was it fun? At least it wasn't boring," Mo Xueyao replied, then winked at Mo Zhuyou, "Youyou, how were things with your sister?"

"It's so much fun! I'm with my sister every day!"

"Ugh... what's so pleasant about this? You've been with your sister the whole time."

"Hmph, we'll take a bath together, and sleep naked together..."

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about you and your sister anymore. There are male teachers in the office too!" Ye Wen said with a light laugh.

Qiu Yi, who was sitting in the back playing with Naitang, immediately lowered her head and shouted, "It's okay, just treat me like a female teacher, I don't mind!"

"Pfft, cough cough..." Everyone was immediately amused.

What makes school so appealing is its lively atmosphere.

So even students who don't like studying will look forward to the start of school after a long holiday.

They certainly didn't want to see that damn textbook—they just wanted to see their familiar classmates.

"Ah Wen, have you received the new textbooks?" Mo Xueyao piled all her winter break homework on her desk and looked around curiously.

"Here it is in the corner, but it's only for Chinese language students. You can take it back first."

"Weren't the others sent out?"

"I'm too lazy to bring the other subjects' homework. I'll have the boys carry it to the classroom on the first day of school." Ye Wen made no attempt to hide her 'laziness,' and then proceeded to check Mo Xueyao's homework rather perfunctorily, really just to see if it was finished. "Is all the homework for all subjects here? Class monitor, take yours out and check it against yours."

"Ok."

After a cursory check of the winter break homework, Ye Wen started asking a lot of questions and making marks on the table. Obviously, this was also a so-called 'routine'.

"Did you go back to your hometown for winter break? What day did you return? Did you go anywhere? Did you visit any museums or libraries? How many hours did you study each day at home? Did you feel you had a lot of homework during winter break? Did you maintain your exercise routine...?"

The questions were so numerous they were practically a questionnaire, and the further along the way, the faster Ye Wen asked, as if she wanted to finish the task quickly, much like Mo Xueyao doing her homework when she was exhausted...

"I really don't know what the point of doing this is," she muttered, a childlike sulking expression on her face. "Being a teacher is such a hassle."

"Pfft, Wen, look at you, giving us homework every day. Well, now you've got homework too!"

"Tsk, I'll just let them fill out the questionnaire themselves later." Ye Wen stretched lazily. "Alright, alright, you can go home now. Don't forget to come to class on Monday, okay? Bring your backpacks, stationery, and this list. It's for the extra workbooks the school bought, a total of 167. Bring them on Monday. Oh, and this insurance policy too..."

"This is so troublesome..."

"No trouble at all. Just remember, don't forget anything. Hmm, the class monitor is with you, so it's no problem. She definitely won't forget."

"Exactly, exactly! If I can write a tactful note, then I don't need to write one!"

"You're using your brain less and less these days, be careful it doesn't degenerate!"

The start of the school year is finally drawing ever closer.

Mo Xueyao was filled with anticipation for this, and on her way back, her thoughts were already drifting towards the future.

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Chapter Sixty: The Evening Sunset

When a story is too long, even chapter titles may be repeated, let alone the ordinary lives of ordinary people.

The train of winter vacation has finally reached its last day, and the start of school is fast approaching.

Yesterday's snow finally stopped this afternoon, and the city was dotted with white snowflakes. It wasn't as heavy as a heavy snowfall, so it was just a decoration rather than a cover.

Two or three o'clock in the afternoon is not only the busiest time for restaurants, but also for fruit shops.

A few customers coming in sporadically to buy a few bananas or apples won't make you feel too bored.

Mo Xueyao was scribbling on the cardboard cigarette pack. No matter what kind of pattern was printed on the front of the cigarette pack, the back was basically snow-white, which was perfect for writing.

There were many cigarette packs like these at home, neatly stacked by my mother. She would use them whenever she needed to write something, and nothing would go to waste.

Waste utilization is a basic skill that most people have mastered in this era, and every little bit of everyday items will never be wasted.

Suddenly, a slow braking sound came from the doorway, and then a black Santana stopped. The engine was still running, but the driver's seat was already open.

After the New Year, the godfather, whose face seemed to have gotten even fatter, staggered into the store and greeted Mo Wenli at the same time.

"Oh, a rare guest indeed!"

How's business?

"Godfather!" Mo Xueyao immediately raised her head and shouted loudly, "Happy New Year!"

"Happy New Year even though the New Year has passed, hahaha, do you want a red envelope?"

"Don't give it to me, don't give it to me, it's a waste of money," the father quickly stopped him.

"Don't worry, I didn't bring any red envelopes. I just bought two backpacks. These aren't available in China yet; someone gave them to me as a gift. They gave me five..."

"Five...? Who's this? Buying backpacks wholesale?" Mo Xueyao got up and ran to her godfather's side. Seeing that his hands were empty, she couldn't help but ask, "Godfather, where are the backpacks!"

"All you do is try to take advantage of your godfather." Her mother glared at her, annoyed.

"It's alright, it's alright, it was brought for her anyway, it's in the trunk." The godfather laughed and handed his father a Liqun cigarette. "Here, here, let me get it for you."

"Oh my, you're so rich now? You can even afford such expensive cigarettes?" The father couldn't help but click his tongue, skillfully popping the cigarette into his mouth and lighting it. "This pack must be over eighty yuan, right?"

"Pretty much." The godfather smiled, lit one for himself, then went down the steps, walked to the trunk of the car, and took out both backpacks together.

"Huh—what kind of backpack is this? It's a shoulder bag. I think our school doesn't allow us to carry them."

"Then you can unfold it like this, and it becomes a backpack."

"Oh...it actually matches our school uniform quite well."

"Haha, right? These two colors, one black and one white, you two can choose!"

Mo Xueyao stroked the surface of the backpack and couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Is it real leather?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" the father laughed and scolded. "Would your godfather bring you a fake?"

"It's genuine leather, but it's not very expensive. Just use it casually." The godfather opened the packaging of a white backpack and introduced it like a salesman. "Look, there are quite a few compartments inside, it can hold a lot of things, and it looks good when you carry it. Take it to school tomorrow!"

"Hopefully the teacher won't cause us any trouble... cough, Wen should be fine."

"Here you go, Wanyan, take these and see what color you want."

"I want the black one! Wanyan, the white one is fine, but white doesn't suit me, I get it dirty easily."

"Oh, you're quite self-aware," the father said jokingly, raising his eyelids.

This shoulder bag is different from a regular backpack. It is flat and secured with buckles on the outside. You can only see the different sized compartments when you open it. Some have zippers, while others do not for ease of use.

Whether white or black, it has no decorations at all—except for the golden rose printed on the front.

"Thank you, Uncle." Li Wanyan bowed slightly politely as she accepted the white schoolbag.

Mo Xueyao then realized that she hadn't thanked them yet, and before her parents could speak, she blurted out, "Oh right, thank you, godfather!"

Then, like a child who had just received a new toy, she rushed into the small room and took out her old schoolbag.

It's not actually that old, it's just that it hasn't been washed in a long time, so it looks a bit dirty.

The old schoolbag was filled with a bunch of random things: old test papers that had been compressed thin, ballpoint pen refills that had bent, a broken cap from some unknown pen, and a little note that Lu Chengyuan had passed to her during class...

In short, everything was dumped out at once.

All sorts of pens and refills were packed into the matching pen case that came with the new schoolbag, and Mo Xueyao played with that for half a day.

Several times when she went to buy stationery, she wanted to buy another one, but hesitated for a long time and didn't buy it...

The cheapest ones cost over thirty yuan, which is in stark contrast to the three-yuan pencil cases.

Furthermore, the quality is probably even better than the most expensive ones in the supermarket. It feels noticeably heavy in the hand, and the material should also be genuine leather.

It looks like a long, narrow box. When opened, it is divided into two parts. The lid also has a bottom. Pushing the bottom open reveals a hidden compartment.

The bottom is also divided into two layers, with the top layer being the most obvious. After pulling it open, the space below is larger, which can be used to store stationery such as rulers and compasses.

Even larger correction tape can fit perfectly.

The base of the top cover is a whiteboard, on which you can write and then erase it without leaving a trace. It is perfect for making drafts or even cheat sheets.

However, Mo Xueyao still felt that writing daily lessons would be better.

The pencil case comes with a special pen for writing on it. The writing won't smudge even if you wipe it with your hand; you have to use the eraser on the back.

"So, do you like it?" The godfather walked over with a cigarette in his mouth and asked with a big laugh, "Why are you acting like a primary school student? My Xiaoyu played with this thing for half a day when she first got it."

"Ahem! I was just tidying up!" Mo Xueyao hurriedly explained, which caused others to burst into laughter.

Fortunately, Li Wanyan came over and reorganized her schoolbag, so she wouldn't be too embarrassed by being alone.

All the useful items were moved into the new schoolbag, and everything was neatly packed. The novelty was so strong that she couldn't wait to put on the schoolbag and go to school right now.

"Wow, there's another pocket here! So many pockets! There's one here too! You can put change here! If you want to buy a monthly pass, you can put it in this pocket. You can put valuables here; most people probably won't be able to find them..."

Organizing things took an unexpectedly long time. By the time Mo Xueyao finally felt a bit tired and put her schoolbag away, the sun had already set halfway down the horizon.

My godfather's car drove off a little while ago to pick up his wife and daughter. It looks like we're all going to have a lively meal together today.

My mother specially prepared a lot of dishes, and the tempting aroma made her swallow hard. Finally, she couldn't resist and stole a piece of sweet and sour pork.

She seems to never get tired of this dish.