A Young Woman's Heart

"Hmm, math homework, right? I promised to lend it to you, so of course I'll lend it to you."

"Thank you so much!" Leng Feng happily took out a pen, just about to pull out his math homework to copy, when he suddenly froze, "...What was today's math homework again?"

“…You can open it and show it to me.” Mo Xueyao said helplessly.

However, Class Two is the top class after all. Even Gao Yuan and Liu Xiaowei, who are at the bottom, can pass most of their subjects. At most, they will fail once or twice out of five tests.

Not to mention someone like Leng Feng, who, no matter how unreliable she seems, has never failed math.

But the later classes are different. For example, in Class 7, Mo Xueyao heard that as long as they pass their English exams, they can get into the top ten in the class...

The bell rang for class on time. The class monitor, who had already taken his seat on the podium, looked up at the noisy crowd. Within three seconds, the entire classroom fell silent.

Li Wanyan pursed her lips slightly, seemingly trying to suppress a laugh, but her voice remained serious: "You can speak, but only in a low voice."

The students breathed a sigh of relief and began to whisper among themselves.

Although the classroom was still a bit noisy, it was much better than the scene that resembled a vegetable market.

"Xiao-Yao-Yao-" Hua Yinyin shouted in a very soft voice. Mo Xueyao only vaguely heard someone calling her. After several calls, she looked up and saw Hua Yinyin waving vigorously at her.

Mo Xueyao tilted her head, expressing her doubt through her actions.

Hua Yinyin then picked up her math workbook and waved it vigorously.

If Mo Xueyao still doesn't understand what she means, then she's wasted all those times she let others copy her homework.

So a math workbook was passed to Yang Yankai by the cold wind beside him, then passed to Xuan Anyi, and finally to Hua Yinyin.

It's strange that she chose to go to such lengths when Mr. Xue was sitting right next to her. Mr. Xue usually lends his homework to others to copy, right?

He didn't seem to mind much.

When Mo Xueyao saw the three large characters "Mr. Xue" on the homework that Yang Yan was copying, she immediately understood.

It turns out this guy beat me to it...

"Xiaoyao, Chinese, Chinese—" Just as the letter was being lent out, Wang Jiale from the third group called out softly again. She was closer, so Mo Xueyao heard her immediately.

"You still copy in Chinese class... Reading comprehension isn't that hard..."

"Ugh, this is so troublesome... Fine, I'll just let you copy my English?"

"I've finished writing." Mo Xueyao rolled her eyes, but still had someone hand her her Chinese homework over.

"Ahem, Mo Xueyao?" Duanmu Ji, sitting in the back, couldn't help but ask, "Can I borrow your English?"

"Seriously? Do you think I'm a homework handout machine?" Mo Xueyao covered her forehead in exasperation and slammed her English homework on his desk. "Take it, take it!"

The classroom seemed to become noisy again.

Li Wanyan coughed heavily twice, and the noise was suppressed like a wave that was about to surge.

Mo Xueyao could finally focus on assembling her building blocks, but her homework was still "wandering" outside, seemingly having been passed on to someone else to copy...

"Liu Xiaowei—!" Chen Cheng shouted at him, rolling the book into a megaphone shape.

The latter cleverly turned his head away.

"Help me copy my Chinese homework! The text I need to copy today!"

"One dollar and fifty cents!"

"for you!"

"Copy it for me too!" Gao Yuan immediately shouted.

But Liu Xiaowei didn't react at this moment. He sat up straight and wrote seriously, just like a model student.

Turning back, Gao Yuan saw Li Wanyan standing in front of him, gently tapping the table: "You and him can still chat even though you're the furthest apart in the whole class?"

"Hey, class monitor, I just... need to talk to him about something..."

“Move your chair and come up to the podium to write,” Li Wanyan said in an unyielding tone.

At times, she was more like a teacher than a teacher herself...

"That's not a good idea... is it?"

"Come up."

"cough……"

Thus, Li Wanyan, who was sitting on the podium, had a 'deskmate', namely Gao Yuan.

Despite being in this situation, this guy was still thinking about copying homework. Every now and then, he would stretch out his turtle-like head and sneak a peek down, then immediately open the homework book for a certain subject and quickly write down an answer.

“Write it yourself.” Li Wanyan tapped his head with her pen. “Ask me if you don’t understand anything.”

"Uh... I don't really understand any of them...?" Gao Yuan covered his head, looking awkwardly at the geography and math homework in front of him, and said sheepishly.

"Then I'll start with the first question."

"Ugh... this is such a waste of time! I mean, a waste of your precious time, class monitor!"

"The first question..." Li Wanyan completely ignored his antics and started explaining directly, and the self-study class continued like this.

……

Chapter Eleven: The God of Sleep

Yukong High School is, after all, just an ordinary high school, so even in the back of the top classes, there are still all sorts of weirdos and freaks.

However, compared to Mo Xueyao's junior high school, it was nothing.

Back then, some people in the back even roasted small potatoes in soda cans...

Meanwhile, all that happened was that Li Hongran, who had nothing to do, lay on the ground doing push-ups, and Chen Cheng called Liu Xiaowei over, who squatted next to his chair and read pornographic books.

The self-study period always passes quickly. The sky, which had just stopped drizzling, revealed the face of the setting sun. The school bell rang, unlike usual, and cheers echoed everywhere.

At the end of the day's classes, most people finally felt 'relieved'.

"These people whose names are on the blackboard, stay and clean up." Li Wanyan stood up and tapped the blackboard; Gao Yuan's name was prominently listed.

"Damn it, I'm on duty on Monday, no way..." Gao Yuan said with a bitter face, moving his chair back to his seat. "Oh well, at least I don't have to do anything for the next four days."

“You’re here every day,” Li Wanyan said calmly, as she posted the new duty roster that Ye Wen had given her on the wall next to the blackboard.

"Holy crap, really?"

"It was decided by the homeroom teacher, what do you think?"

Gao Yuan immediately leaned over, his squinting eyes wide as he looked over: "Holy crap, I mop the floor every day, no way? Wen has no humanity!"

Li Wanyan made no comment on this, but he quickly became gloating again: "Damn, hahaha, good lad, Liu Xiaowei, you can stay here and sweep the floor every day too! Chen Cheng takes out the trash every day, oh well, at least I have a brother to keep me company!"

"Damn it, what's going on?" Liu Xiaowei rushed over quickly, and when he saw that his name was listed all over the duty roster for sweeping, he immediately wailed and covered his face, "This is revenge!"

"Who told the three of you to skip your cleaning duties last semester?" Ye Banxia felt a sense of satisfaction. Her face, which was covered in acne, seemed to have reduced quite a bit, but it was still a bit pockmarked. "Serves you right now, doesn't it?"

"Holy crap, did you report this, Ye Banxia?"

"Hmph... it was Wen who discovered it herself." Ye Banxia took a step closer to Li Wanyan, feeling a little guilty.

"Hey, Xia-ge, oh no, Xia-jie! Please put in a good word for us, so we don't have to continue with this duty roster next semester! Look, I'll treat you to drinks every day after school, how about that?"

"Me? I... I don't want to... Drinking too much will make me fat..."

"It's okay, it's okay. Look how thin you are, it's fine for you to drink more. You look better with a little more meat on your bones! Right, Little Dog Liu?"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Chen Cheng had no interest in the two guys' antics and fawning. He rolled his eyes and looked up at the sky, saying, "You guys hurry up and clean up. I'm just taking out the trash anyway. I'll take it out after you're done cleaning."

"Damn it, Chen Cheng had it the easiest!" Gao Yuan said indignantly. "Why am I the one mopping the floor? Look at Liu Xiaogou, he's so skinny, he should be exercising..."

"Then I should say you should lose weight since you're so fat!"

"The sooner we finish cleaning, the sooner we can go home. There's no point in wasting time here," Li Wanyan said calmly, stuffing her homework, which she had left on the podium, back into her schoolbag.

"Liu Xiaogou, get to work! I can't mop the floor until you finish sweeping!"

"Then why aren't you coming to help?"

"I'm the one who mops, not sweeps!"

"Then I won't scan it, and you'll just have to come back later?"

"Damn it, Liu Xiaogou, do you still want to play on my game console?"

"Young Master Gao, I'll go get to work right away!" Liu Xiaowei's expression immediately changed. He bowed and scraped as he spoke, then quickly ran to the back and picked up a broom.

After school, cleaning up is always a noisy affair whenever these two are around.

Mo Xueyao was still diligently assembling the building blocks—it wasn't actually that difficult, but finding the correct blocks and fitting them in the right positions took a lot of time, and if she made a mistake, she had to dismantle many of them and start over...

"Mo Xueyao, I've collected all your homework for you." Leng Feng placed a stack of homework books next to her, interrupting her train of thought.

"Oh, thank you."

"I copied it along the way, hehe."

“…It’s best not to copy.” Mo Xueyao stared intently at the building blocks in her hands, comparing them for a while to make sure they were correct before forcefully inserting them.

"I'll try my best?" Leng Feng probably didn't even believe her own words.

"Hey, wait a minute, you're gone?"

"No, we're going to play badminton on the playground. Do you want to come?"

"I'm not going... Aren't you taking your backpack with you?"

"Oh well, I've already copied and written everything, so I won't take it!" Leng Feng waved his hand cheerfully. "I'm going home light today!"

"Okay, okay..." Mo Xueyao could understand, but even if she finished her homework and didn't plan to review it when she got home, she would still carry her schoolbag back with her.

Because I always feel that if I don't carry a schoolbag when I go to and from school, I don't feel like I'm studying at all.

Even when her grades were at their worst in junior high, she still had to carry an empty schoolbag home.

Otherwise, I'll always feel uneasy, as if something is missing.

Yukong High School has a large playground, so it gets very lively on sunny days.