A Young Woman's Heart

So, Li Wanyan turned her gaze to Gao Yuan.

"Cough... What are you doing... I haven't run away yet..."

"You can do his work today. Next time, you can leave Liu Xiaowei behind and then you can go first."

"Wow, not again! They're bullying honest people!"

Holding a large stack of documents and assignments, Ye Wen glared at Gao Yuan: "The class monitor did the right thing! That's how it should be done, do you dare disobey?"

"Don't dare, don't dare..."

"Little Yaoyao, hurry up, hurry up! We'll go to the music store after we finish cleaning!"

"Then why don't you come and help..."

"Tch, little Yaoyao is really quite self-righteous!"

Despite saying that, everyone in the band came to help clean up, and they quickly finished the work for Mo Xueyao and Wang Jiale.

When everyone ran up to the band room to get their instruments and came back down, there were still several classes in the school building that hadn't ended.

This includes Yu Shu.

She was also in Class 2, but it was Class 2 of the first year of high school. The teacher standing on the podium giving the lesson was an older English teacher whose accent was slightly less standard compared to the younger Wang Qianyu.

The classroom wasn't very quiet; the school bell had already rung, and most of the students' thoughts had drifted away from the classroom.

"Quiet down! Class will end after the last point is covered! This will only drag on longer. If you don't want to listen, leave. Don't disturb the other students who want to listen!" The English teacher slammed her fist on the blackboard, unlike Ye Wen's gentle manner. A lot of chalk dust was scattered, causing the students in the front row to cough.

"Ah, Yu Shu hasn't finished class yet..." Mo Xueyao whispered as she leaned against the front window.

Hua Yinyin, who was squatting on the ground, also peeked up and asked, "Where is Shu'er?"

"Over there, I see her! She saw us too!" Wang Jiale shouted excitedly. The feeling of running to the classroom door of a friend who hadn't finished class yet to watch them was strangely exciting.

"Don't make things difficult for her, she doesn't even dare to look this way." Although Mo Zhuyou said this, she was looking more eagerly than the others.

Yu Shu was sitting in the front of the second group, glancing at the people outside the window out of the corner of her eye. She looked rather uncomfortable, but she had to sit up straight and pretend to be listening attentively to the lesson.

"Yu Shu, please stand up and answer this question."

"Huh?"

"Oh no..." Mo Xueyao quickly shrank back, only to hear the middle-aged English teacher in the classroom angrily scolding her.

"Why are you always looking out the window? get out of class isn't over yet. Pay attention, Yu Shu. You've been making more and more mistakes in your homework lately. Let's see how many points you get on your English test!"

Then, the classroom door suddenly opened, and there stood the English teacher with a fierce look on her face, hands on her hips, yelling at them, "Which class are you from! Don't disturb my students' class!"

Everyone sheepishly ran back a few steps and hid behind the corridor.

Wang Jiale made a face and muttered under her breath, "Tch, gossip!"

"Hehe, let's wait here for a while." Mr. Xue smiled and shook his head. "Doing what we did just now will only make their get out of class end later."

In fact, it didn't take more than a few minutes before Yu Shu's class finally ended. After dodging the sullen-faced 'middle-aged woman,' Mo Xueyao was the first to rush into the classroom of Class Two, covering her mouth and shouting inside, "Yu Shu, hurry up!"

The students in the class looked at her with some curiosity, and some of them seemed to recognize her, and they started talking about her with curiosity.

"Is this the blue-eyed school beauty?"

Wow, she's even prettier in person than in photos...

"She looks so lively, I like that kind of personality!"

Hua Yinyin rested her chin on Mr. Xue's shoulder behind her and pouted, "What? Aren't I the most lively one?"

Wang Jiale and Mo Zhuyou couldn't help but smile.

"Hurry up~ Yo~" Mo Zhuyou rested her chin on Mr. Xue's other shoulder and waved her right hand as she shouted.

Although he was the only boy in the Snow Music Band, as time went on, the girls seemed to treat him less and less like a boy...

The envious glances from the other boys were clearly a misunderstanding; they all thought this guy could openly have two girlfriends.

Being watched by others seemed to make Yu Shu flustered.

She was just tidying up her schoolbag, and she dropped her books several times. When she came out, she almost fell over—luckily, Mo Xueyao was standing at the door, so she just fell into her arms.

"Alright, everyone's here! Let's head to the music store!"

"Let's go!" Mo Xueyao shouted with great momentum, but when she saw many people looking at her, she felt a strange sense of shame about her behavior just now.

Bathed in the warm spring sunshine, everyone boarded the bus heading towards Wulin Gate.

Friday after school is the most relaxing time.

Even if I waste time today, I still have two weekends to finish what I need to do. I don't have to worry about staying up late tonight, since I can sleep in on Saturday anyway...

Moreover, because school ended early today, most office workers are still at their workplaces, so both buses and streets are relatively empty.

Human satisfaction comes from comparison. The feeling of others being busy while you are resting can indeed make people feel exceptionally enjoyable.

This is probably similar to the joy of stealing half a day of leisure from a busy life.

"Youyou, where's your drum set?" As soon as she jumped out of the car, Mo Xueyao suddenly remembered something and hurriedly asked.

"I've already had my sister take it back."

"It's quite rare to see you not coming out with Xiaoxiao."

"I need to go back and cook something delicious today... I need to prepare in advance. Besides, Xiaoyao didn't ask the class monitor to come along, did she?"

"Well, she has other things to do..."

This is the largest musical instrument store in Hangzhou.

It was recently renovated and now has three floors. Almost every musical instrument and musical instrument supplies you can think of can be found here.

The lobby on the first floor is the most spacious, where several heavy and exquisite pianos are displayed, much like the cars on display in a 4S store.

"It's so big..." Yu Shu opened her eyes wide timidly, seemingly hesitant to step inside. "Do I... do I have enough money...?"

"How much did Shu'er bring?" Wang Jiale asked, turning her head.

"five hundred……"

"Well, although I can't buy a really good one, I should be able to buy a decent one. Five hundred should be enough to buy a decent guitar or bass."

"Five hundred is not bad, I think my electronic keyboard only cost that much? Uh... I almost forgot..."

"Hey, look at those drumsticks! So cool!" Mo Zhuyou's eyes swept around, and then she excitedly rushed to the wall covered with all sorts of trinkets.

There are musical instrument accessories here, such as picks, drumsticks, and finger picks, and the variety of shapes and patterns is amazing, not at all rigid.

"Really? There weren't this many things when I came last time..." Wang Jiale walked over quickly, her eyes completely drawn to the items. "That strawberry-patterned pick is so cute..."

"Right, right? And that watermelon one is pretty good too! There's also a Hello Kitty one over there, wow—that drumstick has a burning flame pattern on it, so cool!!"

“I want to buy a few picks too…” Wang Jiale jumped up and down on his tiptoes, took off a yellow pick with a Pikachu pattern, and admired it carefully in his palm.

"Hey Lele, you don't need a pick for your bass at all, okay?"

"It can still be used in special circumstances..."

"Those nail polishes are so pretty, Yaoyao, what do you think? How do I look wearing them?"

"Such a beautiful plum blossom pattern doesn't really suit you..."

"You wretched little Yao Yao!" Hua Yinyin grabbed Mo Xueyao's cheek and 'pulled' it hard.

"This tassel is quite nice; it would be perfect to hang on my bamboo flute." Unexpectedly, even Mr. Xue got involved.

For a moment, Yu Shu was left standing alone at the entrance of the music store, looking around in a panic, looking completely lost.

"These drumsticks are so expensive... one costs fifteen yuan, two cost thirty yuan, boohoo..." Mo Zhuyou, who was short of money, had a bitter face and was having a fierce internal struggle.

Mo Xueyao grabbed Mo Zhuyou and Hua Yinyin's heads and then rested her chin on Wang Jiale's head: "Hey, hey, I said—aren't we here to choose an instrument for Yu Shu?! What are you all paying attention to?!"

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Chapter 43 Instrument Selection

"Are you all together?" Just as everyone was making a racket in the quiet hall, a young woman wearing a name tag and a suit came up to them. "Is there anything you need to buy?"

"Huh? Hmm..." Yu Shu was stunned, unable to react for a moment and didn't know what to say.

This is clearly a sales assistant in the store.

Did you come with your parents?

"No—" Hua Yinyin drawled, and judging from her expression, she hated salespeople the most. "Can we take a look ourselves?"

"Yes, we promise we'll be quieter," Mo Xueyao quickly added, so as not to give others the impression that they were ill-mannered.

The saleswoman smiled slightly, perhaps because she didn't think the children could buy anything expensive, or perhaps she had genuinely listened to Hua Yinyin's advice and chose not to bother them.

Occasionally, the sounds of various instruments could be heard from the music store, indicating that someone was testing them. Apart from that, even the voices of people were lowered considerably. Even though there was a lot of traffic outside and it was a bustling downtown area, the store was as quiet as a library.

Downstairs are large musical instruments, and the small commodities hanging on the walls seem more like decorations.

These small items are hung everywhere from the first to the third floor, somewhat like the ubiquitous chewing gum in a supermarket...

They are simply more diverse in variety.

The girls lowered their voices, and Hua Yinyin, acting like a thief, started to clown up the stairs.

The second floor has a wide variety of small and medium-sized musical instruments, from popular to less common ones, a dazzling array that has everything.

"The layout is a bit different from when I came last time." Wang Jiale looked around, trying to find the place where he bought his new bass.

However, even the shelves seem to have been replaced.

Every now and then, it feels different—that's probably the confidence and 'whims' of the city's largest music store.

There were also some staff members walking around on the second floor, but they didn't look like dedicated sales assistants; they seemed more like instrument managers.

"Has Yu Shu made up her mind yet?"

"You really should listen to me. How about trying the guitar? Our band is just about to need one."

"Why would I need a guitar! Isn't my pipa enough? I can even play the sound of a guitar!"

Mo Zhuyou covered her forehead and nudged Mr. Xue with her elbow: "Xiao Xue, say something! If they keep arguing like this, we won't know what to choose by tonight."