A Young Woman's Heart

Leng Feng rested his chin on his hand and blinked: "Mo Xueyao, you and Huang Yuxi... he seems to have more of a girlish charm."

Mo Xueyao was momentarily speechless, her feelings somewhat complicated.

There was a mix of pride and nervousness.

Since it's been so long, does she still look very different from other girls?

Doesn't that mean she has a long way to go before she gets used to this identity?

As for why he's so proud... he's probably glad that his past hasn't been changed so quickly.

Humans are always complex and contradictory.

However, by the time Mo Xueyao came to her senses, Leng Feng had already run out of the classroom and was walking side by side with Qiu Yuanling.

Standing at 1.7 meters tall next to Aya Akimoto, she looked rather petite. Both of them were girls who liked sports, and they were chatting happily, though it was unclear what they were talking about.

Anyway, their circle is completely different from Mo Xueyao's.

"Sigh..." she couldn't help but sigh, "We're just not the same kind of people after all..."

Although she acted nonchalant when she sat down, she would still prefer to sit next to someone she knew if possible.

Even though they had been classmates for three semesters, Leng Feng wasn't that familiar with her.

"Little Yaoyao, Little Yaoyao! Let's go to the playground!" Hua Yinyin's noisy voice rang out again, with Wang Jiale echoing beside her.

"Hurry up, hurry up, go down first! Otherwise you'll be in a rush when the bell rings."

"Yes, now we can walk on leisurely." Mo Zhuyou nodded vigorously.

Familiar friends gathered around Mo Xueyao again, making her smile and sigh, "Okay, okay, uh... but I need to go to the restroom..."

“There’s one on the playground, let’s go!” Wang Jiale and Hua Yinyin lifted her up on either side, while Mo Zhuyou and her sister followed closely behind, chatting and laughing with Li Wanyan.

They were chatting and laughing.

Mo Xueyao suddenly paused, then turned her head sharply and saw Li Wanyan with her lips slightly pursed and her eyes curved, which was somewhat similar to Mo Xiao's when she smiled.

People always influence each other, right?

We are influenced not only by those closest to us, but also by those with whom we have relatively close relationships...

It seems that only Class 2 of Grade 11 had PE class during the second period today, making the huge playground seem a bit too empty.

As soon as she came down, Wang Jiale found a wooden bench. Just as she was about to sit down, she suddenly stood up straight and touched it with her hand: "Ugh...so dirty..."

"No one sat there all winter break, it must be dirty." Hua Yinyin nudged Mo Xueyao's arm with her arms crossed. "Right, little Yaoyao?"

"Just wipe it with a leaf." Mo Xueyao casually twiped two leaves off the chair and wiped them, leaving a few green streaks mixed with juice.

“There are napkins available…” Mo Zhuyou shook her head helplessly. “My sister always says I’m sloppy, but I think Xiaoyao is clearly the sloppiest one among us.”

“Yaoyao has always been like this.” Although Li Wanyan’s expression didn’t change much, it always gave the impression that she was holding back a laugh.

"Tsk, what's wrong with this? It's called using what's available. Isn't it cleaner this way?" Mo Xueyao not only didn't think she had done anything wrong, but she also thought she was particularly clever. "I used to wipe chairs with leaves when I was in elementary school. It's very convenient, okay? And back then, everyone else would just wipe them with their hands and sit down. I'm considered to be a clean freak."

"Were all the girls around Xiaoyao like this before...unrefined?" Mo Xiaoxiao asked, tilting her head slightly. Her long, shiny black hair always seemed a bit off.

"what!"

"Why are you so easily startled? What's wrong?" Mo Xiaoxiao took a half step back and asked her with a puzzled look.

"Yeah, why are you staring at Xiaoxiao?"

"Xiaoxiao's hair...? Changed her hairstyle? No, that's not right..." Mo Xueyao quickly steered the conversation away from the topic, making the other girls stare at her.

Hua Yinyin was puzzled: "Is there anything special about it?"

“The tips are no longer withered and yellow,” Li Wanyan said leisurely, glancing at everyone with her small face slightly raised.

"Right, right... I think that's how we always tell them apart: the one with yellowish ends is the older sister, and the one with pure black hair is the younger sister. Just now, when I glanced at them, I almost couldn't tell who was the older sister and who was the younger sister, so I felt something was off!" Mo Xueyao slammed her fist on her hand. "Did Xiaoxiao get her hair dyed during winter break?"

"No, we wouldn't get that much money," Mo Zhuyou explained for her sister. "We just ate better during winter break, right?"

“That should be the case.” Mo Xiaoxiao nodded gently. “However… it seems like I’m starting to get gray hairs again recently.”

"White hair shouldn't be due to malnutrition, right?" Wang Jiale wiped the bench clean with a napkin, plopped down, and asked.

Mo Xueyao stroked her chin and thought for a moment: "Perhaps it's because of overwork?"

The six girls squeezed together on the bench, and even Li Wanyan was pulled over.

"Hey, hey, it's so crowded with so many people sitting on one chair!" Mo Xueyao, squeezed in the middle, shouted. "Won't the chair break?"

"No way! Squeezing it in is healthier!"

For girls, squeezing together so tightly is not only fun, but also seems to make them feel very safe.

If I really had to describe the scene at that moment...

Perhaps they're like a bunch of kittens huddled together for warmth?

They were sitting here before class started, while others were playing ball.

Mo Xueyao saw Leng Feng leap high into the air on a badminton court, swing his racket forcefully, and send the shuttlecock flying with a 'whoosh' sound.

During holidays, ten minutes is hardly enough time to get anything done, but during school breaks, everyone can always squeeze out a lot of time to do things.

"It's so hot..." Mo Xueyao licked her lips lightly, her mouth drooping. Squeezed in the middle, she was already sweating.

Fortunately, a whistle saved her.

Ye Ran, whose physique remained as robust as last year, whistled loudly while wearing a tight-fitting outfit that accentuated his figure.

"Class 2, Grade 11, assemble here—!"

As always, the physical education class was conducted with the students having memorized the entire procedure.

Basically, the class lines up, runs together, and then everyone goes home for free time...

Physical education classes that don't involve the college entrance examination are mostly just for 'letting everyone relax'.

Unlike junior high, especially in the third year, when the mere mention of PE class would send groans of despair. Back then, we practically wished the teachers of our main subjects would come and steal PE from us...

"Line up, everyone! Sports representative, get the team in line!"

"All to right—attention!"

"Look forward!"

"Stand at attention, rest for a while!"

At Li Hongran's loud and energetic shout, the students quickly lined up.

Everyone cooperated very well so that they could move around freely as soon as possible.

"How was your winter break?" Ye Ran asked lazily, shaking his pocket watch as his gaze swept over the girls in the front row. "Have you all gained weight?"

"No—!" the girls shouted in a chaotic cacophony, though their voices were weak, they all shouted the same thing.

"No? I don't believe it. Look at you, Lu Chengyuan, you've gained weight."

Everyone's attention was immediately drawn to her, and their eyes all fell on her.

"I haven't gained weight!" Lu Chengyuan protested.

Mo Xueyao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

But unexpectedly, the conversation turned to her: "Mo Xueyao, right? Don't laugh. Look at your thighs, they're so round. Shouldn't you lose some weight?"

"I... have I really gained weight?" Mo Xueyao asked cautiously, subconsciously touching her thigh, but Ye Ran's sly smile immediately made her realize that this guy was just teasing her.

"But thighs like these feel so good to touch!" Gao Yuan, thick-skinned as ever, shouted, sticking his head out.

"Little fatty, you've gained quite a bit of weight!"

"It's okay, teacher. It's good for men to be a little chubby." Gao Yuan said with a self-righteous expression.

Ye Ran flicked the stopwatch strap and gave him a light slap: "Don't try that on me! Today, you're not getting to enjoy your free time so easily. Come on, boys, 2000 meters; girls, 1500 meters. Run!"

The students in the group immediately burst into groans, but Ye Ran clearly had no intention of backing down. While swinging the rope, he urged, "Hurry up and move, or I'll double the punishment! And anyone trying to get away with walking, you'll all have to run an extra lap!"

The boys' team was led by Li Hongran, while the girls' team was led by Aya Akimoto.

The group started running sparsely, looking listless and weak.

"Hurry up and run! Don't let me see anyone walking! Why are girls so slow! Add another 500 meters! And the boys dare to laugh? Add another 1000 meters!"

The wonderful time at the beginning of the school year seems to have come to an end...

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Chapter Eight: Mo Xueyao's 'Heart Disease'

"Teacher, I've started my period!" Hua Yinyin was the first to raise her hand.

"What a coincidence? It just so happens that you're on your period today?" Ye Ran's eyes were filled with suspicion. "Come on, show me your hand."

"what?"

"Taking the pulse."

It is said that Ye Ran majored in Traditional Chinese Medicine in college. Although it is unknown why she became a physical education teacher, she still has all the knowledge she learned before. At the very least, she can take a pulse and check if someone is menstruating without any problem.

"Tch, teacher, you don't trust me at all!" Hua Yinyin subconsciously pulled her hand back. "Um! What if you don't allow it?"

"It's impossible for it to be inaccurate. If it really is inaccurate, we'll have your class monitor check it for you in the toilet."

"Hey, this is disgusting!" Hua Yinyin obediently stretched out her hand when she saw Ye Ran walking quickly to her side.

Ye Ran supported the back of her hand with one hand, and placed the fingers of her other hand on her wrist: "Your pulse is very good, it's definitely not your period."

Hua Yinyin asked somewhat guiltily, "You really came!"

"How about we have your class monitor check? If he's not here, then you'll have to run an extra kilometer?"

"Ugh!! Never mind! I'll just run away!" Hua Yinyin's facial muscles twitched, and she hurriedly ran back to the girls' group.

"Anyone else on their period can let me take their pulse! Don't force yourself if you're really on your period!" Ye Ran strode along, easily following behind, his voice still full of energy.

With the PE teacher following behind to supervise, no one dared to stop walking. Even if someone got tired and slowed down a little, he would urge them on. The word 'urge' was physical for the boys, but verbal for the girls.

Although the sun had already quietly risen, the reddish-brown playground was still somewhat damp.