A Young Woman's Heart

"Probably." Mo Xueyao was a little regretful at this moment for not borrowing a science fiction magazine from Mr. Xue, otherwise she could have gotten rid of this headache-inducing 'interpretation of female thinking'.

She also often wondered whether Cao Xueqin was actually a man, or whether he was the real author.

How could a man write such a... plaintive and lingering article that makes one feel uncomfortable?

Although Dream of the Red Chamber can be considered the foremost of the Four Great Classical Novels, she disliked it at all.

Huang Yuxi listened very attentively, seemingly feeling sorry for Lin Daiyu.

"If Daiyu had gone out for a 2,000-meter jog every day and kept it up since she was a child, she certainly wouldn't have been in such poor health."

"Uh... I guess so." Mo Xueyao hadn't watched many TV dramas about Dream of the Red Chamber, so she didn't have much to say about the plot.

"I've always been in poor health, so I should exercise even more. If I can't run laps, I should at least go hiking. What kind of sports were there back then?"

"Probably because girls weren't encouraged to participate in sports back then."

"So feudal society really was awful." Leng Feng was very grateful to be born in this relatively free and fair modern society.

Mo Xueyao looked up at Huang Yuxi, who was listening attentively to the lesson, and then pouted: "But it's probably because she's sickly that she's so endearing."

"The aesthetic standards back then were terrible. Whether it was a man or a woman, they had to be healthy and energetic to be considered 'beautiful'."

"I know, I know, everyone knows you're a sporty 'girl'."

"I always feel like you're putting the word 'teenage girl' in quotation marks."

The cold wind is always very sharp in strange places.

Mo Xueyao clearly spoke, not wrote.

(three)

"As expected, Xiaoxi is just like Lin Daiyu!" Hua Yinyin's statement was agreed upon by many girls.

Although Huang Yuxi is a man.

But they fit together inexplicably.

Speaking of which, where did the text leave off?

Mo Xueyao then realized that she seemed to have been lost in thought for too long.

The cold wind beside her swept over her body as she looked out the window at the playground, as if she couldn't wait to go out and run around.

You look great...

(four)

Teacher Wang Qianyu is wearing formal clothes today, which is quite unusual...

Well, her indecent attire doesn't mean she was dressed in a lot of revealing areas; it just means she looked childish and not like a teacher.

Although that professional skirt suit made her look strange, like a child trying to act mature.

I heard that leaders from the Education Bureau are coming to inspect today and will randomly select teachers to sit in on the inspection, which is why she dressed so formally.

However, Wang Qianyu's outfit on stage wasn't particularly flashy, which made it a bit hard to concentrate.

"Xiaoyao, thanks for your answers yesterday." Leng Feng was lost in thought again, and for some reason suddenly thought of yesterday's exam. He nudged Mo Xueyao's arm, who was trying to concentrate.

"First aid, does anyone know what that means? Hmm, those who know, don't say yet, come on, Gao Yuan—"

Gao Yuan is a student who is easily called upon to stand up in any class.

His playful personality and restless behavior in class made him well-known among all the teachers in the grade.

Therefore, they will receive special attention.

"It means first aid!" he replied smugly, his expression clearly saying, 'You didn't expect that, did you?'

While Gao Yuan was answering, Mo Xueyao retorted to Leng Feng, "Uh... so you'd better pay attention in class, there will always be times when you don't get the answer."

"So I listened attentively in English class today."

"Uh...you turned to the wrong page..."

"Oh dear, I forgot to turn the page." She turned the page to cover up her guilt.

It seems she was distracted for at least five minutes...

(Fives)

"Xiaoyao, we need a girl for the basketball court, are you coming?" Lengfeng, who had just finished running, didn't seem to be panting heavily. Although it was a slow jog, it was still 800 meters.

"Hoo...ha...let me rest..."

"Will you come later?"

"Let me have some free time..."

The so-called free time probably consists of playing a lazy game of badminton with Hua Yinyin and the others for a while.

"Little Yaoyao, badminton!" Hua Yinyin shouted loudly, jumping up and down in the badminton court. "I got a spot!"

Since they probably couldn't gather enough people in the end, Leng Feng started playing volleyball in the next venue.

Even through a barbed wire fence, you could hear the ear-piercing sound of it cutting through the air.

In comparison, their badminton shuttlecocks are just too soft and flimsy.

"Smack!" Hua Yinyin jumped up and slapped the badminton shuttlecock, hitting Mo Xueyao on the forehead when she was off guard.

"Oh dear, Yaoyao, are you alright? Are you alright?"

"fine……"

Mo Xiaoxiao, who was standing nearby, took out a wet wipe and let her wipe the red mark on her forehead: "You seem a little distracted? What's wrong?"

"I'm too tired from academic classes to concentrate..."

"Speaking of which, will there be swimming lessons this year?" Mo Zhuyou suddenly asked, her tone quite animated.

"Didn't they say there wouldn't be any more? There aren't any swimming classes in senior year either, unless you failed swimming last semester and have to make it up until you pass." Hua Yinyin bounced energetically from side to side. "Little Yaoyao, hurry up, hurry up~ serve!"

"Whoosh~~"

"call out!!"

The volleyballs on the side and the badminton on this side once again created a stark contrast.

(six)

"The art teacher has a stomachache, so this class will be replaced with a math class." Jingdie stood on the podium, her intense presence making it difficult for anyone to lift their head.

Whenever Mo Xueyao's gaze occasionally met hers while looking at the blackboard, she would hurriedly look away.

I always felt like I was being watched by a fierce cheetah.

"Ugh... I don't think I'll have two math classes today, do I?" Leng Feng, covered in sweat, fanned himself vigorously. "Why isn't there any wind blowing in...?"

"Cold wind, you should just turn into the wind..." Mo Xueyao leaned back lazily in her chair. Even though she was playing badminton, which was a sport for the elderly, she was still very tired.

"I'd like to think so too—Xiaoyao seems to get tired more easily today than usual?"

"Perhaps it's post-exam aversion to studying syndrome..."

"Oh—I think I have one too."

“You have it every day.”

"Mo Xueyao, Leng Feng, stand and listen to the lecture." Jing Die's voice came out abruptly.

When I turned around again, she had already quietly appeared beside me.

Now I don't need to blow wind anymore, it's 'cool' enough.

(seven)

The cold wind that had been pent up for the entire class period finally gave way to a shout of "Relief!" after Jingdie left the classroom. She then dashed out like a gust of wind, no slower than Liu Xiaowei and the other guys who were right on time to leave get out of class.

Thanks to her, Mo Xueyao and the others have been able to eat lunch earlier lately because they can cut in line and go ahead of her.

If we eat together occasionally, she can help us finish the dishes we don't like.

She doesn't seem to be a picky eater.

"Lele, did you eat so little again today?" Mo Xueyao noticed that Wang Jiale had ate a whole fried pork chop.

"Ugh... this is so high in calories... Cold Wind, just give me some vegetables."

"No problem! Eating more meat is good for your health. It's not good for you to never eat meat, is it?"

"Tsk tsk, Lele is really afraid of gaining weight," Mo Xueyao teased. "Although she still eats snacks whenever she's hungry, it's like she can't control herself at all~"

"I only ate a small bag of snacks!"

"Lele, learn from me! It's okay to eat as much as you want, as long as you exercise."

"Uh... that's completely impossible."

“After all, none of us here like sports.” Hua Yinyin nodded firmly, but hesitated for a moment before glancing at the class monitor, “Hmm… does Wan Yan count?”

"Wanyan? I guess it's not that she likes it... at most she's just forcing herself to exercise."

"Wow, Yaoyao really knows Wanyan well! Waaah, I'm so jealous!"

Li Wanyan pushed all her braised pork into Hua Yinyin's bowl, and then drank the seaweed soup that the latter had served but hadn't had time to drink yet.

"Hey, revenge? This is definitely revenge!!"

"You think I'd retaliate against you for giving you meat?" Leng Feng asked, puzzled.

"You gave me all the meat and even drank the soup! You're trying to make me sick of all that greasy food!"

Li Wanyan looked quite dashing as she finished the soup in one go.

— Mo Xueyao was not on the same page as Hua Yinyin at all.

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I tried a new way of writing everyday scenes. What do you all think?

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